The soft sword on the waist was unsheathed, and a red gold flow was silently brought out. In the blood curtain in the sky, the golden light was so dazzling.)

Without screaming, it is not difficult for a master like Chu Xiang to seal his mouth with one sword.

So until the first corpse fell down, until the first drop of blood fell, and until the rich blood floated into everyone's noses, Chu Xiang just saved dozens of lives, and threw away a few tricks that were as big as fireworks and the size of bamboo tubes, and retreated.

"Who?!"

Blood came into the nose, clouds and moon erected, and suddenly turned around and shouted loudly at the bloody place. When they were in sight, there were no enemies, but there were only a mess of blood.

The hundreds of ordinary Persian and Ming sect masters were panicked after seeing dozens of corpses tilted and erected behind them.

Roaring, scolding, and the sound of weapons being sheathed out of the sheath sounded one after another, but the gestures of the clouds and the second moon envoy all came to an abrupt end.

Although the Ming sects were still quite nervous, they no longer had meaningless abuse. Under the strict rules of the sacred teachings, any fear must be put aside.

Everyone stared at the Busui guest who stood with a sword more than ten feet away. In his heart, he accidentally ignored the several jing cylinders standing on the ground.

In Chu Xiang's ruthless sneer, the "Crack, Crack..." sounded the rotation of the machine spring, and it was so abrupt under this dull silence.

Following the sound, Yun Sheng Envoy glanced at the strangely shaped small cylinders on the ground in the crowd, and immediately thought to himself.

However, Chu Xiang had already looked at the lambs in front of him, and his hands were exploding in a bad mood, and laughed out loud.

"Bang!"

As Chu Xiang's movements were heard, the phonographs spit out from his mouth.

There was a dull sound in the sky, and the petals of the peach blossoms were as colorful as rain!

The highest product of the Shenzong is not an accidental product. It gathers the power of hidden weapon masters in many major institutions in the world. With the help of the descendants of Peacock Villa, it integrates into the jinghua in "The Remnants of Lu Ban". Each one with a cost of up to tens of billions - Tiannv Scattering Flowers!

The strongest hidden weapon in the legend of Tang Mén, the most powerful generation of the most powerful ones - Tiannv Sanhua! Even the top masters must be seriously injured or even fallen under their attack!

Below the mature stage of artistic conception, the ultimate winner!

Blood rain is everywhere, this is called blood rain. Blood drops, shattered rou, bones, mixed with metal peach blossoms, mixed with clouds, and the fear of the Moon Saint Envoy fell colorfully.

The screams came to an end as soon as they rose. No matter how strict the rules were, they became a joke in the face of such a terrifying death.

The dense metal peach blossoms fly in rotation and show a pink luster under the sunshine. They don’t touch blood, and every piece of peach blossom is made of black steel.

This book is not the season when peach blossoms bloom, but under the ingenious mechanism, it shows the beautiful scenery of the season.

It is so sad, so amazing. But what price is this sadness based on!

With one breath, hundreds of ordinary Persian and Ming sect masters died. Yun and Yue Er shouted loudly and joined forces to support a small air curtain, protecting the two of them.

The white air curtain was like moonlight. The electric snakes lingered on it kept licking the peach blossoms that were trying to cut them open.

With the sound of Jin Tiejiu, Chu Xiang did not take action. He just watched quietly, watching the peach petals gradually coated with a layer of blood, completely submerging the air curtain.

The ending is already destined.

The cost and results are often proportional. Chu Xiang lost more than 5 billion!

If it weren't for the test effect, even with the massive amount of wealth that had been plundered from the Sword Three World, coupled with the secret collusion between the Shenzong and the current dynasty, the large amount of ill-gotten wealth obtained would probably not be able to withstand such squandering.

But this effect is really good. This kind of poignant beauty and power can be completely comparable to the artistic conception master and attack with all their strength!

The sound of gold and iron strikes gradually weakened, and the spinning peach blossoms will eventually spread onto the blood mud on the ground. However, the clouds and the defensive air curtains that the two moons jointly used by the moon have also fallen.

About a foot in front of me was an invisible wall of air, completely separating blood from reality.

However, this air wall that could withstand the powerful crossbow of siege was actually trembling by the continuous metal peach blossoms.

Chu Xiang was satisfied, quite satisfied. Looking at the clouds that burst out and were completely flooded by the remaining petals, Yue Er was even more satisfied!

With money, through some special means, you can really almost smash everything. Although the price is too high, it is completely worth it in the eyes of some people.

Chu Xiang believes that whether it is Xier or Xiaojian, he must have such squandering capital. And no matter which of them, he will definitely

Be willing to use similar means to increase the bargaining chips for the final battle. But technology is often more important than capital.

"Hahahahahahahahaha..."

She laughed wildly at the sky, setting off the blood mud in the ground in front of her and the colorful inlaid petals. This picture of the fairyland hell woven, white clothes for a moment, like a god or a demon.

The crazy laughter seemed like a madman. Not only did the wall of air burst out suddenly, it completely rolled back the metal peach petals that had originally attacked us. It even scared the purple shirt behind me and the heart of the inexplicable hesitation disappeared.

The purple shirt quickly put the demon lotus into the space bag, and the flashing luster on the demon lotus disappeared strangely at this moment.

The hesitation of the white shirt does not belong to the purple shirt. The purple shirt chose to continue to rush, and the "white shirt" that was frightened by the white shirt had been thrown out of the sky by the purple shirt.

"Wow, it's so terrible!"

Zishan covered her little mouth exaggeratedly, and the scene in front of her could indeed make any normal person feel creepy.

But looking at the slightly artificial expression on her face, she was not really afraid at all.

Chu Xiang turned around and smiled at her, stepped on the sticky bloody ground and walked to the clouds that were covered with metal petals but were still alive, and Yue Er envoy.

His eyes were very clear, not like a person who committed a heinous crime just a moment ago, and there was no slight unbearable or guilt in it.

Just looking at the expression on his face with a faint smile as usual, he did not take hundreds of dead and injured people into consideration.

Chu Xiang, baptized by blood and fire, was colder than everyone's imagination. Looking at the painful struggle and staring at him with resentful eyes, he suddenly stepped on the moon holy envoy beside him!

"Gala!"

In the brittle sound of the bones breaking, this nv showed extraordinary strength, just a muffled groan. This tenacity was much stronger than that of Yun Sheng Envoy who fell to the ground in the distance.

"brute!"

When the Yun Sheng Envoy saw this scene, his eyes were full of tears. He actually endured the pain and started scolding loudly!

The Moon Holy Envoy was his lover whom he had been secretly in love with for many years.

"Gala!"

Another crisp sound.

After the left arm was broken, the Yue Sheng Envoy even his right hand was ruthlessly trampled by Chu Xiang.

However, she still didn't say a word, her eyes burst into anger, staring at the spotless white clothes in front of her.

"ah--!"

Yun Sheng Envoy didn't know where he got his strength, but suddenly jumped up from the bloody ground, with his palms shining lightning, and he slapped Chu Xiang hard.

However, what responded to him was a strange white boot without any blood!

Just like kicking a dog to death, the Yun Sheng Envoy was kicked backwards at a faster speed than before, and hitting hard on the mountain wall. Large areas of earth and rocks aroused, and the Yun Sheng Envoy was deeply embedded in it, with blood all over his body. I don’t know if it was his or someone else’s. My bones were broken even more.

Chu Xiang glanced at Yun Shengzhi with disgust. This incompetent and useless waste, impulsive, but without corresponding ability, could not even resist a little pain. Such a soft cock could not reach his sight.

He bowed his head and looked at the moon holy envoy's angry eyes, but he still felt no guilt.

"Submit, or die."

The Moon Saint Envoy was stunned, and then he felt extremely disdainful on his face.

"Pooh!"

What responded to him was a mouthful of bloody phlegm.

Naturally, the blood phlegm was blocked by the body-protecting true energy, and instead bounced back to the Moon Saint Envoy's face, smearing her face with good care, and vaguely.

Chu Xiang's original smile expression instantly became cold.

"Silly, the moment you pick up the sword, you should think of today. You originally thought it was a craftable material, but it was just something you didn't know. Since you have entered the world, even if you die ten thousand times more miserable than you are now, you shouldn't have any resentment."

Chu Xiang sneered and stared at the Moon Saint Envoy, and a few words came silently into the other person's mind, and then stepped out, completely stomping her heart!

Chu Xiang didn't even have the interest to attract people who didn't know what to say and didn't have any self-esteem. Their abilities are not only reflected in the tolerance of others, but also in the mood when they encounter adversity.

Anger, yes, but I don’t know what it means, it’s a bit inexplicable. It’s stupid to torture others by yourself, but not others torture yourself. Just like Chu Xiang, he never feels guilty about his cruel methods, because even if he is treated cruelly one day, he will not complain at all.

In the world, blood is shed, and the one standing is the hero. What qualifications are there to be in the world?

Turning around and looking at Zishan, she found that there was only curiosity about "Sky NV Scattering Flowers" in her eyes, but no unnecessary sympathy. Chu Xiang was very satisfied.

Involuntary pity may very likely harm yourself, or even the people around you. Zishan, or white, as a real old world, standing at the top, should not put ants on the same position as you.

Walking slowly to the sunken mountain wall, he dragged the fainting Yun Sheng Envoy out of the pit like a dead dog. He did not wake it up, or asked the other party if he was willing to surrender, and directly slapped the other party with a palm...

............

Yi Yun looked at the two translucent talismans in her hand. The two talismans were in different shapes, and there seemed to be flames leaping and burning inside. He knew that this was the token of the leader of the Ming Cult in the Central Plains, the Holy Fire Order!

There are six Holy Fire Orders, and after they are connected together, they record the martial arts of Huo Shan, the top Persian master at that time. This martial arts is purely famous for its strangeness and is a rare practical martial arts in its unique skills.

As for the function of his token, it is much less than the martial arts recorded above. Even with the current situation in the martial arts world, Zhang Wuji's reputation in the Ming Cult of the Central Plains is afraid that the function of his token is not as valuable as the material of the token itself, platinum and black iron and carbam.

He threw two tokens to Qingfeng casually, and Yiyun said lightly: "Remember the martial arts and return the token to me, it's useful."

Qingfeng, he heard this and put away the token and nodded to show that he understood.

Looking at the group of prisoners around, including the two Xuanming elders who were severely injured by Qingfeng and Mingyue, Yiyun had a headache.

Kill or let go.

Of course, Yiyun would not have any meaningless woman's heart, but these people have different status from the Persian Ming Cult saint envoy, so if they kill them, they would be a little trouble.

If you don’t say anything else, for example, if you kill Zhang Wuji at this moment, in this special environment, Zhang Wuji will definitely not be refreshed again. And you will be announced by the system and become an enemy of the Ming Cult, so many of the original plans will not be implemented next. For example, if Zhao Min is killed at this time, it is difficult to guarantee that the system will not notify King Ruyang. Yiyun doesn’t feel that she is qualified to fight the army. God knows how much the army will be refreshed by the system.
To be continued...