Chapter 3889

The low and cold voice echoed in the air, the echo in the sky, loud and clear, fell on everyone's ears, and mercilessly tore open the last fig leaf.

Provoking those who boast of the right way to anger, he jumped out, and the sword edge was close to ran Bai.

"Witch, take your life!"

Ran Bai integrated the upper and lower Jue music scores not long ago. Today, he just sacrificed the soul chasing Xiao with blood.

The white clothes are floating, the eyebrows and eyes are without waves and waves, and the eyes are like cold stars. The jade flute stands up against the lips. The low and quiet sound of the flute comes out, cold and desolate, as if it contains countless melancholy killing ideas——

A long sword stabbed at her.

Three inches from the center of the eyebrow, breaking open without warning!

The broken blade was reflected in each pair of shocked eyes.

The man with the sword had no time to respond. As the person closest to dyed white, his eardrums were almost broken by the sound of Xiao, his internal organs were shifting, and his bones were cracking inch by inch.

He even fell heavily to the ground before he could make a scream, arousing dust all over the ground, staring wide eyes, dying in peace, and blood flowing out of his seven orifices, strange and frightening!

This picture is too frightening. People can't help but marvel at the horror and lethality of the soul chasing Xiao. At the same time, they are more likely to win such holy things and attack ranbai together!

The air was torn, the wind sounded, and the killing machine was everywhere.

The girl in white has indifferent eyebrows and eyes. She holds a flute like a God's residence.

Feng youyou was frightened by the man who was killed by the explosion. Knowing that he could not use force, he silently stepped aside and looked at dye white with a split eye.

The soul chasing flute is hers! Yanbai grabbed it from her!

"Kill her! Kill her!" Feng youyou screamed.

It was bloody and cruel.

White clothes have almost become a shadow, which can never be touched. The sound of the flute is condescending, like a magic sound through the ears. More and more people bleed from their seven orifices, their internal organs are shattered, and they fall to the ground in peace.

No one noticed a black figure, lonely and thin, holding a long sword, neatly and coldly solved all those who tried to get close to dye white. The blood splashed on the boy's face, and the dark eyes were like a pool of stagnant water.

Like, no one will notice the shadow.

The originally desolate and desolate mountains were stained with blood, setting off a touch of setting sun.

A soft voice came from nowhere. The laughter was low and dumb, which seemed to contain a happy and bloody mood. The low laughter gradually turned into an interesting laughter. It was extremely arrogant and evil, echoed in the air and came from all directions——

"Who! Who is it?!" the strange and evil cunning with this laughter saw more and more people fall down and their blood splashed on them. Many people began to panic and shouted.

"Be careful behind you." the careless voice with some kind reminder, languid and dark tone, and strange playfulness, fell gently.

When they were frightened and turned around, their heads were separated from their bodies in an instant! Gulu Gulu fell to the ground, rolled several times, rubbed the dust, blood flowed, and then fell heavily to the ground!

The scene was bloody to the extreme, making it difficult for people to adapt.

The crowd was shocked and moved closer in horror. They saw a bloody figure leaning lazily on the branches of the tree. The red clothes were full of blood and brilliance, and half of his body was hidden in the lush branches and leaves.

When the shadow fell, one leg bent up and stepped on the trunk, wantonly romantic, holding a folding fan in his hand. The slender hand was a bit whiter than ivory, showing a pale disease against the background of red clothes.

He looked at them with a smile. His exquisite and handsome face was displayed in the eyes of everyone from the shadow. The thrilling beauty was also stained with some blood smell. His white teeth were white, revealing a light and playful smile, like a hunter teasing the escaping prey and a cat staring at the trembling old mouse.

"You guys, I've been waiting."

The figure in red falls from the sky. It is graceful and has a low voice. It is heard by everyone, but it is like a devil.

Wind hunting, accompanied by his clothes, blood splashed three feet. All the people around him instantly separated their bodies and died in peace! Screams and shouts mingled.

I can't even see how he did it, so I've fallen.

"Xuesu palace!!!" someone screamed in horror, and his eyes were about to crack. "He is the leader of xuesu palace!"

She is dressed in red and has a beautiful bone.

The scene was chaotic, the blood flowed into a river, and the wind roared. Chu Zhouzhi didn't care about the clown's cry at all. He looked at the white figure standing on the eaves in the distance. His dark red thin lips aroused an unexpected and gentle smile, and his continuous affection taught people to sink. It was the most romantic and moving. With a gentle smile in his peach blossom eyes, he held a folding fan gracefully, stretched out his hand to her and whispered, "little nine."

The sound of the flute is constant and exciting. He stands up with a white flute, jumps down from the eaves, and floats in white.

Seeing more and more people fall down and blood flow to Feng youyou's feet, she finally realized something was wrong and looked at the long jade figure with a ferocious and twisted face.

How is that possible?

How could that man be the leader of xuesu palace!

Feng youyou is most clear about the Jueyin Pavilion. However, the so-called collusion with the cult is just a reasonable reason for Liang JunShang to deceive the world. But now, Yanbai is really involved with the cult and is still the palace master -!

Feng youyou pinched the palm of his hand. His fingertips fell into the palm of his hand and still couldn't feel the pain. He looked at the man's gorgeous figure in a daze.

A long flute.

A folding fan.

shed blood like water.

There were screams everywhere. The sun on the horizon was like blood. Half the sky was red, and there were corpses everywhere.

The sound of the flute faded gradually, the mountains were silent, the sun finally set, and the evening clouds had closed.

After the situation was clear, fifteen mingled in the crowd and looked at the girl's figure. He only dared to take a look for fear that the other party would find out. He knew she didn't want to see him and had to follow him silently, as long as she was fine

The boy turned pale, his eyes were quiet, and turned away.

Under the sound of the flute, only Feng youyou was left alive. She was tortured and rolled all over the ground. Her fingers pulled on the ground and screamed at the top of their lungs. With the sound of the flute stopped, she was dying.

She saw the white figure slowly coming towards her, with the most real fear in her eyes. She wanted to step back, but she had no strength anymore.

Ranbai stops condescending in front of Feng Youyou, raises her foot and lightly steps on Feng youyou's heart. The white boots roll over carelessly. She calmly asks, "do you want to die?"

Feng youyou thought that ranbai was going to kill her. She shook her head in tears and cried, "I'm wrong, i... don't kill me, don't kill me, I don't want to die!"

Dyed Bai hung her long eyelashes and stared at her for a long time. Her pupils were deep and cold. Behind her, the twilight was dim. The cold wind suddenly rose and stepped on Feng youyou. It was light and cloudless.

Feng youyou was stunned. He couldn't believe that ranbai really let her go. He fell to the ground and gasped for the rest of his life.

"We should go home." Chu Zhou stopped wearing red clothes like blood, but the blood was not stained. When fighting, the technique is fierce and cold-blooded. At the moment, the smile is light and gentle, almost seductive. The eyebrows and eyes are exquisite and beautiful, the eyes are bewitched, and the slender fingers are stretched out in the air.