Chapter 1356 Today, I Will Kill You...

"what……"

Angry and shrill screams resounded, and Yuan E's face became distorted.

The wanton turbulence of the cyclone kept sweeping away from the black shadow, the space-eating hole was like the mouth of an abyss that swallowed everything, and the intersecting and flickering space reverse turbulence inside was terrifying enough to crush everything.

"boom!"

Following a heavy explosion, accompanied by the rain of blood and debris exploding all over the sky, Yuan E, who was in a panic, flew out in great embarrassment.

Looking at his appearance, everyone present could not help but gasp.

I saw almost two-thirds of the opponent's entire right arm disappeared.

The fracture is extremely irregular, with blood and flesh indistinct, with broken flesh and tendons, and white bones can be seen.

It's hard to look at.

The scarlet blood kept spilling out, Yuan E's eyes were about to split open, and his originally imposing facial features were twisted together, his expression was both angry and extremely ferocious.

"I said, today I will slaughter all of your Lingyun sect..." The corners of Chu Hen's mouth raised slightly, with a mocking smile like a god of death.

The black shadow flames piled up, exuding the power of gods and demons.

"you……"

Yuan E's trembling body, his eyes were red.

In the moment of panic, Yuan E looked fiercely at the mighty dragon skeleton and the black shadow that looked like a god and demon.

A trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

In a hurry, Yuan E gritted his teeth and roared angrily.

"I will never let you go... I, Yuan E, will definitely tear you all to pieces..."

After all, Yuan E jumped straight into the sky, turning into a ray of afterimage streamer.

escaped!

The most powerful chief disciple of Lingyun Sect gave up the battle and fled.

The appearance of this scene caught everyone present by surprise.

Qiu Xingyi, Wang Li, Wu Yan and others were also in a daze.

Ling Yunzong's three great saint king realm powerhouses.

Two dead and one escaped.

All of them were folded in the hands of Chu Hen.

However, no one could stop Yuan E, who was at the third level of the Holy King Realm, from leaving.

Shocked for an instant, Qiu Xingyi, Wang Li and the others all turned their gazes to the rest of the Lingyun Sect at the same time, their cold eyes revealing an indifferent chill.

In an instant, unprecedented fear and panic quickly spread in the hearts of all the remaining members of the Lingyun Sect.

If the defeat of Li Xiong and Qi Si wasn't enough to throw them off their feet, Yuan E's defeat directly plunged them into the abyss of despair.

A pair of fierce eyes and cold smiles glowing with bloodthirsty light were revealed on the faces of everyone in Wu Zong.

Ling Yunzong was completely panicked.

No fighting spirit at all.

"Go, go..." The trembling voice was full of fear.

"Evacuate!"

...

Without any hesitation, like a defeated army without a general, everyone in Ling Yunzong scattered and fled immediately.

However, how could Wu Zong "magnanimously" let them go.

"Hey, isn't it too late to leave at this time?"

"It's our turn."

"kill!"

...

"kill"

Qiu Xingyi, Wang Li, Wu Yan, Zhao Qingyi and other Wuzong disciples all roared sharply.

All the disciples of Wu Zong roared furiously like a gathering of ferocious beasts.

At this moment, the flames of revenge really spread like a prairie fire.

The monstrous killing intent piled up, and the bloodthirsty figures launched the most ferocious counterattack.

"kill!"

"Slaughter all the dogs of Lingyunzong."

"Revenge for the dead senior brother, revenge for senior brother Pei Ye."

"kill!"

...

At this moment, a one-sided massacre began to take place.

Full of hatred, flames of vengeance, and endless regrets left by the seniors recruited in the last jihad... Everyone in Wu Zong turned into a life-threatening hunter, reaping bloody harvests against Ling Yun Zong.

"hiss!"

"Hey!"

...

The sound of swords cutting through flesh and blood was sharp and clear, and the vibration of fists breaking bones was heavy and violent.

Shouts, screams,

The shouts of anger were intertwined into gorgeous movements.

Every Wuzong disciple had blood and tears in their eyes.

The resentment and anger accumulated to the extreme erupted without any reservation.

Before being driven into the abyss of despair.

Only by fighting until the arms are numb can the hatred be relieved.

...

kill kill kill!

A century of grievances and grievances, murderous like numbness.

The situation was completely reversed.

The positions of the hunter and the prey are swapped.

The killing continues.

...

The red rain is drifting, and corpses are everywhere.

The water of Tianjue Lake had already been dyed into a sea of ​​blood.

Bloody battle, no end to death!

...

"Aw!"

The skeleton of the giant dragon screamed in the sky, like a zombie dragon spirit.

It danced in the sky above Chu Hen as if it was entrenched in the void, looking down at this bloody purgatory.

Chu Hen stood in the air, staring at everything in front of him indifferently.

Like a ruler who controls the death of all.

...

...

The sky was dark and the sky was stained with blood.

This battle lasted for three days and three nights.

The blunt blade is exhausted, and the grievances are cut off.

Everyone in Wu Zong was numb even holding the knife.

Even the voice was hoarse.

For three whole days, there was uninterrupted killing. When the last enemy of the Lingyun Sect was slaughtered, the blood stained thousands of miles all the way.

The fire of hatred that started a prairie fire burned everything.

Immersed in the kill, the Avenger dies.

...

Day four, morning!

The hustle and bustle that lasted for a long time gradually subsided.

The morning sun in the sky pierced through the thick clouds and gradually sprinkled on the water surface of Tianjue Lake. The blood-colored waters exude a different kind of poignant beauty under the sunlight.

There are countless corpses floating in the water.

Originally, some beasts in the water that gnawed on the corpses had already been frightened and lurked in the depths.

The bloody scene, even if it is the legendary Shura battlefield, is probably nothing more than this.

...

On top of a peak on the north side of Tianjue Lake.

Everyone in Wu Zong was silent.

Everyone just quietly looked at the blood lake in front of them and the people around them.

Almost everyone was covered in blood.

And scarred and exhausted.

They can no longer feel the pain of the wound, and the nerves in the whole body seem to be numb.

...

The baptism of killing and the pouring of blood have greatly changed the temperament of everyone in Wu Zong.

Compared with before, everyone's eyes are cold and sharp.

This is the indifference after great ups and downs, great sorrow and great joy.

After watching his companion being tortured and killed, he picked up the knife without hesitation... In just three days, the killing brought more than just revenge.

Even Wu Mian, Ding Xiaoyun and the others who were at the bottom of the list had a hostility that had never been seen in their eyes at this moment.

This is a kind of sublimation.

It is also a kind of growth.

"Hehe... I survived!"

Wu Mian grinned, a dry smile, looking back at the people around him, on the day they came to Wanzhong City, they still had several thousand companions, now, there are only less than a thousand people left.

Jihad recruitment is so cruel.

"Yeah! We survived..." Ding Xiaoyun on the side also smiled bitterly, "Even Senior Brother Pei Ye was killed in battle, but the most useless of us survived."

Although a little self-deprecating, but more relieved.

At least survived.

"Tiemen, your arm?" Xiaoyan said worriedly.

Tiemen glanced at the empty right shoulder lightly, then shook his head, "It's okay, this is my honor as a member of Wuzong..."

honor!

Wu Mian, Ding Xiaoyun, and Ye Hou couldn't help but smile at each other.

"Yes! Wu Zong, never bow your head!"

...

The bleak cold wind was a bit chilly, and everyone in Wuzong showed their sharpness like sharp knives.

Qiu Xingyi, Ye Yao, Long Xuanshuang, Wang Li, Wu Yan, Zhao Qingyi, Zhao Qingcai and others stood silently behind one person.

On the edge of the cliff, that young figure was like a sculpture, especially his profile, as if it had been carefully carved with a guillotine, with an indescribable determination.

Looking at Chu Hen's back, everyone's eyes were filled with admiration.

Even Qiu Xingyi is the same.

It is no exaggeration to say that this battle can be said that Chu Hen turned the tide on his own.

If it wasn't for him beheading Li Xiong, Qi Si, and then defeating Yuan E, there would be no ending like this.

...

There are many questions in everyone's mind.

What is the origin of Chu Hen?

Why does the opponent have such a terrible hole card?

I don't know when I learned the "Beichen Jue", which has killed many geniuses in the rankings.

Even Dongfang Hengzhi, the suzerain of Wuzong, taught the "Hunyuan Jue" to the other party in private.

...

But these questions will only be buried in their hearts.

Regarding what Chu Hen did, those doubts seemed completely insignificant.

...

At this moment, Chu Hen's figure moved, and he turned around immediately.

Everyone was startled, and they all looked at each other expectantly.

Chu Hen's breath was a little cold, and there was a slight chill in his brows.

"Brother Chuhen?" Ye Yao called softly.

Long Xuanshuang on the side pursed her red lips slightly, and lightly clenched her jade hands into a fist.

Seeing the two women, Chu Hen's gaze slowed down, he nodded slightly, and then looked at Qiu Xingyi, Wang Li and the others.

"Heal your wounds first!"

Several people were slightly startled.

They looked at each other, then nodded.

"The ones with more serious injuries should rest where they are..." Qiu Xingyi turned to look back at Ning Yu, Wu Mian and the others behind him, and said, "The ones with lesser injuries will come with us to sort out the bodies of the dead brothers. After the jihad call is over, Bring them back to the sect for a good burial..."

Fallen leaves return to their roots!

For the dead, the living will not abandon!

Everyone in Wu Zong let out a deep sigh of relief, and then nodded solemnly.

Even if there are war dead, there are also corpse collectors.

This is also the only thing the surviving disciples of Wu Zong can do for their comrades who died in battle.

...

"Alas!" Wang Li sighed and looked up at the sky, "It's a pity that Pei Ye didn't even save his body..."

When they said this, Wu Yan, Ning Yu, Zhao Qingyi and others couldn't help but shook their heads and sighed softly, their eyes flushed.

Even though he was in the Zongmen, Pei Ye was hated by others, especially Wu Yan, who almost died in the opponent's hands during the Zongmen battle.

But at this moment, all the grievances and grievances of the past seemed to disappear.

All that was left was admiration for Pei Ye.

"He is Wu Zong's hero..." Zhao Qingcai, who had always been disgusted with Pei Ye, murmured softly.

Pride and passion step on the snow to stain the blue sky, and the heroic soul returns in a shroud of horse leather.

Tragic, desolate, and hopeful.

The smoke cleared, only corpses everywhere.

Everyone subconsciously raised their heads and looked at the sky. Through the heavy clouds, they reached the vast and boundless azure blue sky. Wherever their eyes went, it seemed to expand infinitely.

The Jihad call is not over yet!

Ling Yunzong, there is still one person who escaped!