Eternal Gate

what....!

The screams of annihilation day and night resounded in the Demon Territory.

Shen Rong is dead.

The Mo Kui was gone.

But the killing of the demon **** did not stop.

From a bird's eye view, there was still a torrent of people who were chased by him and fleeing desperately. No one dared to look back. Even if they were not overtaken, they all screamed and were afraid of being killed.

Death is not terrible.

The scary thing is the process of waiting to die.

Because they don't know which moment will be killed.

"fast."

Neutrals on the periphery are loyal spectators.

Zhao Yun chased and killed all the way, and they chased and watched all the way.

Same as before, where Zhao Yun killed: all corpses were everywhere.

"Pay her life for her."

This roar is still the roar from the soul.

He is like a demon, a big demon who has gone mad.

However, the devil is not that the six relatives deny.

He also has flesh and blood, and also has emotions and tears.

The blood and tears blurred his eyes, but he couldn't hide his murderous intent.

The blood of the enemy should be used to pay tribute to the spirit of Chu Wushuang in the sky.

boom!

His roar seemed to touch God.

Looking at the sky, it was dark clouds and lightning and thunder.

Rain, this time it is rain.

There was a pouring rain in the demon realm that hadn't rained for thousands of years.

boom!

Zhao Yun stepped straight into the sky, lifting his sword to the sky.

Suddenly, hundreds of thousands of thunder and lightning gathered, trapping Long Yuan and his body.

At that moment, the neutrals all raised their heads.

Their eyes were a little trance, and they couldn't tell which person named Ji Hen was, whether it was a demon or a god. It was only because of this that the thunder gathered together and the light was radiant. It was true. Just like a god, a **** stained with blood.

kill!

The sword held high by Zhao Yun fell sharply, pointing to the dim earth.

As his words fell, the sky was smashed by thunder and lightning, and it was the enemies who had fled.

There was another pool of blood on the earth.

The thunder and lightning is not a catastrophe, but it seems to have the power of the catastrophe. Every thunder carries the power of destruction. The accuracy may not be good, but it is an indiscriminate attack. As long as you are in that heaven and earth, you will surely hit it. Just because Zhao Yun pulled too many thunder and lightning.

There will always be one or two hits.

All those who are struck by thunder and lightning are bloody.

People with poor background were destroyed on the spot.

puff! puff!

Pieces of evildoers were chopped into blood mist.

The neutrals thought that it was another terrible tragedy.

"Spare."

"Spare!"

This is the case with human nature. Until life and death are dying, there will be no howling...the humbleness and fear hidden in the deepest heart.

Just like enemies, they were still shouting to kill and beat them not long ago.

Now, without that thought, they only wanted to live, begging Ji Hen to spare their lives.

"I knew so, why bother in the first place."

The neutral man sighed, he will die, Ji Hen will bother you?

Indeed, Zhao Yun will not forgive.

The thunder and lightning in the sky is his attack. Every path carries the power of extinction, and every path is engraved with endless killing intent. Chu Wushuang who died needs their blood to see him off.

Thunder and lightning, come fast, and go fast.

The extreme state, after a day and a night, also disappeared.

Zhao Yun was strong enough, and the blood of the murdered enemies flowed into rivers.

But the battle in the dark is not very optimistic.

The curse was beaten back, but it made a comeback, and Yu Weibo touched Zhao Yun.

puff!

Before falling to the ground, one of Zhao Yun's arms exploded into blood mist again.

not only that.

There are more weird blood gullies on his body, and even the power of regeneration can't heal.

There is also an arm that can't regenerate.

On the muddy and black ground, his figure staggered and he coughed up blood constantly.

"The forbidden technique is gone?"

"The injury is so miserable, it should be a backlash."

Peripheral neutrals saw it and gave such a guess.

When the remaining enemies saw it, they subconsciously stopped.

They glanced at each other, and the fear in their eyes turned into hideous.

"kill."

With a scream, they came back again.

"kill."

Zhao Yun also had the same roar, holding the Long Yuan sword in his hand, and staggeringly killed it.

At that moment, the neutrals were all moved.

Tianzong’s Ji Hen was stronger than expected.

All the injured are invisible, and they have to rush to kill.

Without that overbearing state, the energy and blood are depressed enough, and it is possible to be destroyed at any time!

"Is she your obsession?"

The blue-haired woman muttered to herself.

She still understands Zhao Yun's state of mind.

Perhaps it was the obsession with love that supported the young man. Even if he was wounded, he would drag his **** body to avenge the perished woman. If you don’t kill all your enemies, you won’t fall. under.

Love is indeed a strange thing.

Chu Wushuang's envy that day, the blue-haired woman now also has it.

She envied Liu Ruxin, who has a husband who is willing to give up her life for her.

She envied Chu Wushuang, there is a lover who is willing to fight for her.

"crazy."

"He's really crazy."

The tone of the neutral man was more trembling.

The blue-haired woman with a dim mind was also awakened.

Look at that piece of heaven and earth again, how **** it is, in the dark shadow of the figure, the blood-stained Ji Hen has really become a lunatic, dancing Longyuan to his utmost, madly hacking and hacking.

There was no big movement in that battle.

Ji Hen suffered a terrible injury, and his true essence was almost exhausted.

The same is true for the enemy family. After several lightning strikes, he was chased and killed all the way, and his energy was also exhausted.

Their battle is more like the most primitive hand-to-hand combat.

Even so, the one-armed Ji Hen is still the most dazzling person.

No one knows how many people he killed.

No one knows how many times he has been inundated by the enemy's crowds. All he knows is that he is like a Xiaoqiang who can't be killed. After being submerged once, he will be killed once.

I don't know when, the call to kill will end.

The muddy and dim mountain forest is full of corpses.

The blood gathered and flowed out into a stream.

The flying black mist was all dyed scarlet.

Ji Hen also fell.

For a long time, no one spoke.

It took a long time for the blue-haired woman to lift her foot.

After taking a step or two, she stopped again, only because there was another blood-colored figure in the blood-colored mountains and forest, shaking up, holding the bleeding sword, and staggering towards one side.

That is Zhao Yun.

Seeing him get up, the blue-haired woman subconsciously covered her mouth.

The neutrals also swallowed collectively.

Terrible, Tianzong’s Ji Hen is too miserable, with a disheveled hair, full of blood, broken arm and shoulder, and blood flowing, there is no human form in him, if you don’t see it with your own eyes, you will think he is a freshman. A ghost crawling out of hell.

No one came forward and just watched silently.

"Give her life back."

"Give her life back."

The hoarse roar quickly rang through the mountains and forests.

It was Zhao Yun who was slashing frantically at a person.

Who will be cut?

Cut Wang Yang.

That's right, Wang Yang is still alive.

However, he is not far from death.

Before fighting to exhaustion, I was hurt too badly. I was lying helplessly in the muddy pool of blood. Seeing Zhao Yun slashed down with a sword, he no longer had the strength to stand up. He only looked at Zhao Yun with scarlet eyes, unable to conceal his fear. Every ray of blood on his body seemed to be wailing for him: forgiveness.

"Give her life back."

Zhao Yun's roar is so hoarse that no sound is visible

He is still not sure whether this Wang Yang is the real body.

He is like a puppet, a puppet that can't stand still.

He only repeated one action: raising the sword with his hand and falling.

puff!

puff!

puff!

The Son of the Demon Cave was chopped into a pool of blood mud by his sword after sword.

.........

Sorry, that's all for today, dizzy and can't hold it anymore.

I wish you all a happy Lantern Festival in advance! ! !