In the ruined valley, there is a tragic scene of solemnity.

The endless breath of death permeates the heaven and earth.

The continuous screams of screams frightened the birds and beasts in the surrounding jungle. A crazy killing was quietly going on...

Above the ground, a scarlet stream is flowing happily.

The broken corpses fell to the ground, and the sound of sharp weapons cutting through the flesh and blood playing a wonderful movement in the airflow.

The scattered limbs were thrown away wantonly, and Han Chen let the blood of the powerful people of the Sword Sect splatter on him.

"hiss!"

One after another, the masters of the Sword Sect died under Han Chen's sword.

Under the watering of blood, Han Chen not only did not wake up at all calmly, but his heart for killing became stronger and stronger, and the blood in his body was boiling.

Han Chen is ruthless like a worldly demon king who kills the world with blood.

Han Chen was harvesting the lives of the powerful people of the Sword Sect like a god of death, and blood stained the sky and filled the earth.

In the past days of being hunted down, Han Chen had already accumulated endless anger and murderous intent in his heart.

However, the death of the Silver Bottle directly caused the long-standing anger to expand and sublimate the infinite intention of killing.

The moment Yin Ping saved Han Chen, he had already regarded the other party as his friend. Yin Ping killed his fellow disciples and betrayed the Sword Sect for himself.

This gives Han Chen not only gratitude.

Han Chen once said that if you want to go together, as long as he is still alive, Yin Ping will not die.

But now Yin Ping is dead, for him.

The scene before the Yin Ping's "self-destruction" was constantly replaying in Han Chen's mind. That beautiful smile kept hurting Han Chen's heart.

"kill……"

Han Chen's consciousness was completely dominated by killing, and the number of nearly a hundred sword sect masters was rapidly decreasing.

Kill one person at a time, the scene was extremely bloody.

Pan Ren's soul was strangled in Han Chen's hand. At this moment, Pan Ren had long forgotten his fear and had been completely numb. He finally understood why the Tianfu failed to catch Han Chen for so long.

Regret is useless. Today, those who die here are the elite disciples of the Sword Sect. Their demise will bring unprecedented blows to the Sword Sect.

And he Pan Ren must have become the eternal sinner who led to this accident.

"hiss!"

"ah!"

...

Death spreads and screams continue.

The cold city slaughtered with swords, and the black hair flying in the wind was mixed with strands of silver threads, flowing out of the dust and showing evil charm.

In less than half a cup of tea, the last master of the Sword Sect fell into a pool of blood with countless fear.

The pungent smell of blood floated in the air, but the entire valley was dyed red.

Nearly a hundred genius strong men from the Sword Sect, none of them live.

There are countless people who are tragic in death.

The limbs are everywhere and the internal organs are everywhere. This is a Shura hell-like killing scene, and it is also an extremely cruel and bloody feast.

"flutter!"

After the killing ended, Han Chen's body trembled, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth. He staggered a few times, and then he knelt on the ground weakly.

Han Chen was gasping heavily, and the evil spirit outside his body gradually converged and returned.

The momentum emitted also dropped sharply, and it soon dropped from the fifth level of the immortal realm to the peak of the fourth level, and then the fourth level, and finally returned to the third level...

After a while, Han Chen's scarlet eyes returned to the darkness.

But what remains unchanged is Han Chen's long hair mixed with silver threads. Han Chen has no intention of paying attention to the changes in his body now. The injuries in his body have deteriorated again, and the severe pain has constantly stimulated his nerves.

What was even more unbearable was that Han Chen's consciousness gradually became blurred, and endless sense of exhaustion surged into his heart. At this moment, he just wanted to sleep quietly until he was satisfied.

...

But in reality, the cold weather cannot afford to have a rest.

The fierce battle just now had already alarmed the teams of various nearby sects, and at this moment, there were a steady stream of searching crowds rushing towards this side.

The first one to arrive was the team from Ziyang Palace.

"Oh my God!"

"This is?"

When the people in Ziyang Palace saw the scene in front of them, they were completely shocked and as if they were astonished as a cicada. Each of them had no blood on their faces, and they were extremely shocked.

"Are they, are they from the Sword Sect?"

A trembling voice was spoken from a disciple of Ziyang Palace. Everyone here felt incredible and was full of fear. You should know that among the first-class sects that came this time, the Sword Sect team was the strongest, and they had the leader of the Great Elder Pan Ren.

But now, it seems that the entire Sword Sect team has been wiped out.

Did Hanchen do it?

No one dares to believe it, or is unwilling to believe it.

"ah!"

Suddenly, a young woman screamed in horror, everyone's faces changed, and they quickly asked what had happened. The female disciple shivered and pointed ahead.

"Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold is there..."

Hanchen?

With his eyes swept to a place, everyone immediately found the young figure standing among the pile of corpses. Since Han Chen was covered in blood and his breath was extremely weak, it would be difficult to find his existence if he did not look carefully.

"It's really Hanchen!"

"what to do?"

Everyone looked at the genius and Zi Ling in Ziyang Palace.

Zi Ling's eyes when she looked at Han Chen were full of complexity. The young man knelt quietly, and there was no trace of the elegance and elegance at the Tianfu Conference.

In just a dozen days, Hanchen created severe turmoil in Tianluo Prefecture one after another.

After a series of fighting, the miraculous man almost reached the point where he was exhausted.

At this moment, dense black dots appeared in the sky again.

Zi Ling frowned slightly with her paintings, and briefly hesitated, and said to a young man behind her, "Shaoran, do you know what to do."

"Senior sister..."

"Give us some time."

After saying that, Zi Ling's body moved and flashed to Han Chen. Without waiting for her to do anything, Han Chen held the Tianmang Sword with cold eyes.

"If you don't want to die, get out of here."

Zi Ling's face changed slightly and she said softly, "Hanchen, I am Zi Ling, I will not harm you."

"Zi Ling?" Han Chen raised his eyebrows, and a little softness surged in his eyes.

"Hanchen, it's too dangerous here, let's go."

Zi Ling didn't care how much blood was on Han Chen's body, and helped the other party up, then glanced at the team of Ziyang Palace, and then hurriedly disappeared into the jungle deep in the valley with Han Chen.

Seeing Zi Ling like this, everyone in Ziyang Palace shook their heads and sighed again.

"Senior sister is really, if Tianfu knows it, it will be destroyed."

"Don't you know the temper of your senior sister? No one can stop her from what she wants to do. Even if she doesn't want to do, it won't work even if she puts a knife around her neck."

"What should we do?"

"What else can I do? I'll just follow a team later."

"Who are you with? Qixuan Peak!"

...

As everyone communicated, hundreds of people arrived in the valley one after another.

When they saw the tragic situation in the valley, everyone was shocked to their faces pale and their hearts were full of fear. The corpses all over the ground were so shocking that they couldn't bear to look at them.

"Oh my God! This is the team of the Sword Sect."

"how so?"

Everyone was shocked and then swept their inquiring gazes to the team of Ziyang Palace.

"All the geniuses of Ziyang Palace, do you know what happened here?" A middle-aged man in his forties clasped his fists and asked.

I had spoken to Zi Ling before, and a disciple of Ziyang Palace named Meng Shaoran came up and replied indifferently. "Hanchen killed him."
To be continued...