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The wind blowing across the earth, rolled up the dust on the ground, and diffuse in the earth that rich and thick smell of blood.

I don't know how many people died.

Situ Xiaoying was covered with blood, and several veterans approached her to send her away from the battlefield.

"I'm not going."

She clenched her heavy sword and laughed sadly. Her long hair was in a mess. Her clothes were covered with blood and had a pungent smell. She looked at the whole battlefield from afar

Pooh!

Sharp sword, from the left direction stabbed here, an old soldier but smile, he looked at other people, smile: "I'm going to see adults, take care."

Fighting means death.

But death, but can not be reborn, this is human sorrow.

The tall soldier killed him directly and roared angrily. He used all his strength to kill the guard. The blood spattered and dyed his whole body red.

But soon, the rest of the guards were killed. They were well-equipped and had sharp weapons, which were not comparable to these veterans. In addition, there was a Jiuduan Force Warrior

Suddenly, an old soldier exclaimed: "Miss, run!"

Yang, with a cold face and the hammer of Thor, walked towards here step by step, just like the God of death.

Jiuduan Force Warrior, in the age of God, such a strong person, like the God of heaven, no one does not shudder

Situ Xiaoying's face was sad, her eyes were muddy, but she was stubborn and strong. She didn't step back. She took a deep breath and held the sword in her hand and tried hard to lift it up.

She squeezed a smile and said, "I, the second lady of the situ family, are fighting with the sword in my hand, and I will die."

Yang showed a cruel smile: "I agreed."

Pen!

As soon as the voice dropped, he directly put out his hand, waving his powerful magic weapon in his hand. His body was like a wild animal. The speed was very fast. When the force was moving, the space was buzzing. A powerful momentum belonging to the nine section Force Warrior broke out at this moment.

All the soldiers along the way were shaken out.

Situ Xiaoying's face was stagnant.

The veterans mourned and exclaimed, "Miss..."

It was dark and the wind stopped. It seemed that the whole world was frozen. There was no sound or fluctuation. It was the eve of death. She felt it clearly.

Situ Xiaoying's body began to tremble. She was not sad, but her eyes were a little complicated. Her heart seemed to be empty. What she thought of was not everything on the battlefield, but the memory of the past.

The situ family will disappear, and the situ family will be annihilated.

It's a sad story.

But there are still people living in situ family.

Loyalty!

How stupid

Silent, crystal tears cut through the cheek, so fell down.

No one knows, at that moment, her mood

Whoosh!

There was another breeze, just like the time when the battlefield was just up and down.

I do not know when, a black figure came to the battlefield, his body is not tall, not towering, can only be regarded as medium, he from the other direction of the hill to here, step by step.

With each step of his life, it seems that there are rippling ripples between heaven and earth. There is also a huge pressure rushing to here.

Like a devil, like a God.

Is this God? Or the devil?

The soldiers were stunned and suffocated, including a group of powerful guards. Even Yang, the nine section force warrior, stopped to stare in that direction.

He's here.

In addition to situ Xiaoying, almost no one knows his identity.

Agriculture.

To open up the vein of civilization.

Unfortunately, he is late.

Yes, gold guard died 90% and situ Nanyi was also severely damaged.

What's more, even if he's here now, what can he do?

He's too weak.

When situ Xiaoying looked there, there was no sadness or joy in her heart.

Whoosh!

When the wind blows, the black cape is hunting. He raises his head and shows a pair of clear eyes. When he smiles, his white teeth are exposed, which is very brilliant.

I don't know when, the Tu Xing had already appeared in his hand. He looked at Yang and felt the powerful magic weapon in his hand and said, "you Have you ever felt death? "

A very simple sentence, without any emotional fluctuations, but let him aware of the great threat.

He narrowed his sight, and his face was still cold, so he looked at Li Yi.

Li Yi pulled at the corner of her mouth and then said, "death, in fact, is very simple..." When the voice dropped, he rushed forward a few steps. The speed was very fast. He didn't use the body method. He only played the Taoist method and the realm.But such a speed, in the eyes of the world, is undoubtedly terrifying.

Pooh!

Before Yang could react, the Tu Xing in Li Yi's hand was cut on his shoulder, tearing open a deep wound. The blood gurgled and instantly dyed his clothes red.

His face was pale and unbelievable.

The guards, and the golden guards are all stupid.

Situ Xiaoying is more open mouth, for a time did not know what to do.

At that speed

What's going on?

No one can explain the scene.

Li Yi put away his smile and turned his wrist. The Tu Xing was beheaded towards the guards. The indifferent words came out: "I promised him to fight for the situ family once, but are you really good like this?"

Boom

The mighty sword covered the battlefield, like the end of the world, lingering in everyone's mind.

The guards showed panic and wanted to turn around and escape. However, they were imprisoned by a force of will and couldn't move at all.

The devil.

Such two words appear in everyone's mind.

Under this sword, at least 30% of the guards were killed.

His face no longer smile, full of cold, eyes gradually deepen, scanning the rest of the guards: "I promised him."

He?

Did situ Nanyi?

Only situ Xiaoying understood this sentence.

Soon the second sword swept down, and the dark sword covered the whole battlefield, just like the arrival of death.

It's so powerful that no one can resist it.

Yang looks ugly, coldly looks at him: "who are you?"

Li Yi did not speak, and the killing was still the same. Under the confusion of screams and panic, he did not know how many guards died.

And the golden guards also reflected that this man was on their side.

Hum!

The third sword fell without hesitation. The last group of guards died miserably, their bones were all over the ground, and the blood flowed. It turned into a real hell on earth.

The powerful guard was destroyed by his three swords.

Such a picture, to the golden guard, is like a dream, very unreal.

But for Yang, it is a kind of unprecedented panic. The man in front of him is so powerful that he is a God?

At this moment, he thought a lot.