Chapter 40 Anger, anger

"Liaoqiu! Xiaolinzi! Uncle Feng! Uncle Li..." As the firelight flashed, Yi Qiuyang leaned over familiar corpses without any vitality; he shouted in sorrow that these familiar names were covered with blood; the shouts were like crying, as if the shouts could bring these souls back from the underworld.

Eight men in black stood motionless, the fire burning, constantly making crackling sounds of wood burning; the flames flashed, as bright as day, but could only see the expressionless faces under the cloak, as cold as wood. The bright red on their weapons was still falling, drop by drop, dripping on the pure blue soil, making an inaudible sound. Some of the bright red blood splashed and some melted into the blood flow on the ground.

Not far away, two ghostly black figures were walking towards them. They walked leisurely and stood silently, just like a messenger of hell, giving people the feeling of urging death.

They stopped, looked quietly at everything in front of them, at the burning house, and at the dead bodies all over the ground, and finally their eyes fell on the sad man, watching him wandering around the body quickly; they were so calm, as if all this had nothing to do with them.

After a while, Ye Xiangwan shouted excitedly: "Yi Qiuyang, have you seen this? These people were all killed by you! This is the end of you killing He'er, this is the end of you escape! Haha! Haha..." The crazy laughter rioted in the darkness, the fires that soared into the sky, and the crackling sounds seemed to cheer for all this.

Hearing Ye Xiangwan's unhuman laughter, Yi Qiuyang was suddenly stunned, his face twisted at the moment, and turned around and stared at Ye Xiangwan and screamed: "Ye Xiangwan - you force me! You force me! You force me!"

Yi Qiuyang let out three times in anger, and suddenly he jumped in front of a man in black. In the middle of his hand, he had cut off the throat of the man in black with the sword in his hand; before he could blink.

Then, Yi Qiuyang jumped and chopped towards Ye Xiangwan.

In an instant, the sword and sword shadow burst out in the fire, from east to west, from south to north, and several moves had passed in the blink of an eye.

After a while, a sudden whimper sounded strangely. A bloody red sensation on his neck, the man in black who had taken away his weapon by Yi Qiuyang. The next moment, the man's body fell into a pool of blood and fell on the land he had slaughtered.

The seven men in black who were responsible for killing the villagers were stunned and their bodies shivered involuntarily.

"Yeah—" Hearing this miserable uh, the man in black who came with Ye Xiangwan nodded lightly, the sound was extremely dull, as if it was humming out of his nose. However, his eyes in his cloak had never taken away the sight of the two fighting, but he thought in his heart: "The agility seems to be as good as it was back then."

I saw two figures coming and going under the fire, sometimes opening and sometimes sprinting, sometimes tight and sometimes slow, countless swords and swords are as bright as stars.

Yi Qiuyang shouted in anger: "You force me! You force me! You force me..."

Ye Xiangwan yelled angrily: "Give me back to me! Give me back to me! Give me back to me..."

After nearly a hundred moves, the sword in Yi Qiuyang's hand had become toothed, but the two of them had not only not diminished at all, but were even more excited. After a few more moves, they heard a clanging sound, and they shook the sword, and they started to move quickly in time—

"The autumn wind is freely made of freehand and unrestrained!"

"The night is shocking to the evening!"

I saw that the yellow light shining on Qiuyang's body was shining, and the black air on Ye Xiangwan's body was as sucking; as the words came, the two sides triggered a great move. A leaf-shaped yellow sword energy was like a storm; a black sword energy was like thunder and lightning; two sword energy were roaring at the same time, and a roar was instantly roaring, and a bright light burst out, and the fire light soaring into the sky instantly lost its color.

The light appeared and the light disappeared, and the two of them did not move at all. They were still the perfect move before the move, each holding the long sword in their hands.

These two swords, one of which was flashing under the light of the fire, and the teeth marks showed its fragility; the other sword was as black as snow, with black air lingering on the sword body, and its sharpness was approaching the night.

At that time, the eyes under the eight cloaks stopped moving, and all breathing was stopped, with only the crackling sound of burning still freely.

After a long time, after a few short breaths, suddenly, with a crisp sound, the sword in Qiuyang's hand was broken, and the broken bits were cut and penetrated deeply into the soil.

Yi Qiuyang whined lightly, staggered back three steps, and with a wow, a mouthful of blood was spewed out; a slanted sword mark on his chest, from his left chest to his right abdomen. The long clothes whirred in the night wind, and the bright red blood slowly overflowed along the scars.

Several feet away, Ye Xiangwan stood up straight, and the long sword like Mo Xue was dark, pointing to Yi Qiuyang, and asked angrily: "Yi Qiuyang, where is your Fengyin sword?"

No one noticed it. Just when Ye Xiangwan said the three words "Ying Feng Sword", the man in black who had never tried to move suddenly trembled.

I only listened to Yi Qiuyang, and said with a slutty laugh: "Ying Feng Sword! Yin Feng Sword! After all, in your heart, Yin Feng Sword is more important than He'er. Is this what you call love for He'er? Are you worthy? Ye Xiangwan, I pity you!" Yi Qiuyang suddenly laughed loudly.

When Ye Xiangwan heard this, he was furious and shouted in a roaring voice: "You are not allowed to insult my feelings for He'er! I hope Qiuyang, come and take your life!" Before he finished speaking, his figure had already appeared.

The man in black who had not taken action was suddenly startled and stopped him and said, "No, leave a living!"

However, at this moment, Yi Qiuyang suddenly shot out half of the short sword in his hand; the short sword shot out like lightning, Ye Xiangwan was suddenly startled and flew to the right to dodge, but he still heard a friction, and the short sword cut open its cloak, slashed its cheek, and a stream of blood overflowed.

"Chasing!" The man in black who had never taken action was shocked; he never thought that Qiuyang would use this move unexpectedly and take advantage of the opportunity to escape.

With a command, seven black shadows rushed to the direction where Yi Qiuyang escaped.

"Yi Qiuyang, I must kill you! Kill you with my own hands!" Ye Xiangwan said gritting his teeth in front of him, holding his left hand so loudly, and the last few words almost popped out of his mouth.

"Deputy Gang Master Ye, I want to kill Qiuyang, but Yin Feng Jian is more important! I would like to advise you, don't ruin the good things of the old Gang Master!" The man in black who just issued the order warned that he was Zuo Wuxin, the left guardian of Feiyue Gang.

After Zuo Wuxin finished speaking, he jumped and disappeared into the darkness in the distance.

"I feel the autumn sun!" Ye Xiangwan said to himself again, as if he had not heard Zuo Wuxin's warning. He jumped and chased after the marks left by everyone.
Chapter completed!