Swish, swish, swish - the whistling sword energy kept flashing.
Every second, every moment, fresh lives come to an end. Their bodies are divided by sword energy and burned by flames.
In this hell on earth, no one can leave a whole body except that person.
Within the overwhelming bloody flames, there was an area of 100 meters in radius, and not a single bit of Shura Emperor Flame invaded it.
In the very center of this 100-meter radius, an old man in blood-colored clothes lay quietly, with a pool of blood dyeing the ground beneath him red.
In the raging storm around him, he was alone in a small corner of peace, as if he was isolated from the world and had passed away.
It's peaceful here, and it's lonely here.
Falling to the ground helplessly, even though his life has completely ended, he still stares at the dark and bloody sky above his head. This is the final fate of the third elder.
Don't bother, this is the last respect given to him by Fang Lin.
It has to be said that even Fang Lin still maintains respect for such a strong man. Maybe many people will think that since they respect him, why not let him live.
However, in Fang Lin's current world, letting him live is an outcome that has no chance at all.
If you let him go, he will no longer be a Shura angel.
What's more, for the third elder, death is not necessarily a bad situation.
Lingering on the last breath, this is his understanding of himself. In the world of Tianjiao, once the light of the past is lost, every remaining day will be torture.
At a certain moment, Fang Lin was running in the sea of blood when he suddenly heard a voice not far away, "Everyone gathered here, let's fight him -" "I can't believe that so many people can't withstand him.
one!"
"Even if he is a god! Today, our Qingyun Sect will use the strength of the entire sect to kill the gods -" The shocking momentum was rising in the raging blood flames! Fang Lin's footsteps stopped subconsciously, and there was a touch of light at the corner of his mouth.
A subtle sarcasm.
"Qingyun's ambition... It's true that both innocence and childishness are equal..." The next second, Fang Lin's figure disappeared again.
In the distance, a white mask of light can be seen between the sky and the earth, which is constantly expanding and growing. The raging bloody flames are roaring and raging. This mask of light is still growing vigorously! Within the mask of light, one disciple after another gathered inside, one after another.
Everyone was sitting cross-legged on the ground, eyes wide open.
On their bodies, there was a torrent of white energy, slowly rising into the sky along the Tianling Cap.
It is this torrent of energy that forms such a huge light barrier in front of us.
Although each of them is not very powerful, and in Fang Lin's eyes, they are like ants, but as the number of people increases, this light shield becomes more and more stable and becomes more and more grand.
A shield of light condensed all the hopes of these disciples, and what it carried was their desire for life.
Alone, no one can withstand the monstrous blood flames. Only by working together can we survive the slightest chance of survival! But they never thought that this approach might indeed be able to withstand the bloody flames spreading outside.
But they themselves have become the biggest among the many ants.
Just like now, these ignorant guys were finally noticed by Fang Lin! And the price for being noticed by Fang Lin was death! At a certain moment, a disciple suddenly opened his eyes wide with a look of horror on his face.
, those eyes seemed to witness some peerless evil with their own eyes.
"He, he, he...he's coming!"
The sound of the voice immediately attracted everyone's attention. For a moment, the disciples all looked around in horror, and saw Fang Lin in front of him, covered in blood, standing quietly in front of the huge flying light shield.
The faint look of ridicule on Fang Lin's face looked extremely arrogant and violent.
"Slay God?
The little guys who can't even kill an individual dare to shout the slogan of killing the gods?
Even if we use all the strength of your sect, what can we do?"
"Come! Please kill me, now!"
Arrogant and domineering, arrogant, this is arrogance! The disciples couldn't help but stared at them, "Devil! Don't be too presumptuous! There are so many of us, I don't believe that we can't defeat you! You are only one person.
That’s all!”
Ha! Fang Lin smiled lightly, his disdain reaching its peak at this moment.
The next second, Fang Lin quietly pulled out the Shura Holy Sword.
"Enough with the nonsense, you can go and die. Are you ready?"
The corners of Fang Lin's mouth curved up, and the Shura Holy Sword in his hand stretched forward little by little until Fang Lin's arm was completely straightened. A bloody sword energy quietly emerged along the tip of the sword, bit by bit, moving towards
The light mask in front of me pierced through.
The speed of the sword energy was really slow, so slow that all the disciples could clearly see the coming of the sword energy.
But it was under such gaze that the emotions of panic and despair fermented to the edge of collapse bit by bit. Before the sword energy could completely reach the light shield, some disciples broke down and cried out.
"Damn it! Help! You damn devil! You must go to hell!"
"Don't yell! This sword energy is not strong. He has reached the end of his strength. We will definitely be able to do it!"
"Fuck you Qiangnu Mo, we are dead! Help -"...Crying, screaming, a mess! And Fang Lin, with such a faint interest in his eyes, was completely overwhelmed by such crying
Disappeared.
Fang Lin turned around indifferently and walked towards the distance step by step. An even greater sword energy roared towards the distance.
The blood flames and thunder seemed to have lost all their shackles, and began to fight like galloping horses.
Behind him, in front of the huge light shield that was as grand as a super fortress, there was a bloody sword light, which suddenly accelerated.
Boom - the moment the sword energy arrived, the exaggerated bloody torrent completely liberated the roaring Zhengrong and completely submerged the huge light shield.
The whistling sword energy penetrated thousands of meters and rushed out of the valley here. The mountains in the distance were directly blasted into a huge hole. Through this hole, you can even clearly see the other side.
The bloody sky on one side.
And the submerged white mask completely disappeared in such a bloody torrent.
Disappeared together with those desperate hysterical cries, as well as those living lives.
Death merged into a long and tragic song, playing a distant and resentful swan song in the long history of Qingyun Sect.
