Chapter 783

Blood, dyed red cloud Changqing rickets body.

The crowd looked at the scene, as if the hoarse voice still reverberated in the ears, their brows locked, the heart is not taste.

The death of Yun Changqing had a great influence on them, especially the roaring voice which was almost tragic.

If people lose their land, they all exist.

If the land is lost, the land is lost.

This is the last words of Yun Changqing before his death, but also the words of life. We should use life to stop Brahma.

"What nonsense Qi Yang was staring at the corpse of Yun Changqing, his eyes flickering: "in my opinion, Yun Changqing must have colluded with Luo Yun in an attempt to disrupt our positions. We must not believe his words easily."

Qi Yangshen's icy voice immediately sobered the crowd. They looked at him at the same time. They saw him standing there, speechless and without any change.

"With blood as a mirror of loyalty and righteousness, the Lord of Changqing sword has already reached such a point. Can't the cabinet master take back his decision?" Tang yunhuan's face has been covered with tears. Although Lei Yuanguang and Su lengliu have not said anything, their eyes are also flashing with tears.

They looked at the silent Vatican, and looked at the cold looking crowd. Their hearts were sad, like the sea, which made them laugh bitterly.

The laughter spread slowly. At the moment when it dissipated, the three sword lights were blooming at the same time, which aroused a bloody red.

Puff, puff, puff!

The three bodies fell to the ground, and the blood that flowed out almost converged into a small river, which flowed to the feet of the crowd, and also to the feet of Brahma.

The eyes of his eyes trembled, and when he looked up, he suddenly burst out a great sense of war. There was no intention of convergence because of the death admonishment of the four sword masters.

What's more, in this sense of killing, not only is it full of killing ideas, but also there is a slight sense of disdain. It seems that he has no fluctuation on the death of the four sword masters.

"A bunch of bitches!" In the heart of Brahma, such a voice sounded coldly.

As a matter of fact, since Chu Xingyun joined the transmission of meritorious power, he has been deeply concerned about this matter, and he is more and more suspicious of the four sword masters. He has a feeling that it is difficult to control.

After returning from Shengxing City, fan WuJie took the opportunity to frame Chu Xingyun. The four sword masters not only did not agree with him, but also made many statements in an attempt to help Chu Xingyun clear the suspicion and restore his reputation.

Just now, the ancient star clan fled. Wanjian Pavilion should take advantage of the situation to pursue and revive its reputation. Even if there are some casualties, it is a matter of course. However, the four sword masters refused again, even though they would not hesitate to remonstrate with death.

The previous suspicions and the changes at the moment all make van WuJie more suspicious. Therefore, the death of Yun Changqing does not cause any fluctuation in his heart. After the death of the three people, he is even more calm.

Even, the death of these four people, but also let him have a kind of inexplicable peace of mind.

The crowd couldn't see through what he thought in his heart. Seeing that he was silent, they didn't dare to make any move. They glanced at the four gradually cold corpses, and felt a little confused for a time.

"Keep chasing!"

Just at this time, the voice of Brahma rang out suddenly. He stepped forward and looked straight ahead. He said in a deep voice: "these four people blocked by death. Their actions are really strange. They are likely to collude with the ancient star sect and attempt to slander wanjian Pavilion."

"I hold the legendary ancient sword, no one can defeat it, no one can stop it. The people who are just like stars and ancient clans are definitely not our opponents. I will go all out to destroy the ancient star clan and win the thousand years of details!"

The voice of fan WuJie was full of stirring power, and the fire of war that had just been extinguished suddenly burned up. Especially Qi Yangchen and fan Wuchen, who were good at wind and waves, were shouting loudly at this time.

"War!"

A voice, such as thunder, earth shaking, completely no longer the sad atmosphere just now, that way to look at the cold corpse's eyes, are also one after another back, mind only war, no words.

With a loud bang, the sword lights up, and the space collapses. Brahma incarnates as the shadow of Lingtian sword, breaking through the void, and rushing away in the direction of the evacuation of the ancient star sect.

Seeing this, the crowd roared again, their eyes were warlike, and they followed the past in a mighty manner. Everyone's body was full of high sounding sword chants, like bows and arrows, without any thought of looking back.

As the crowd left, the whole space gradually became quiet, even dead.

On the ground, there are countless remnant rocks and broken walls and thousands of cold corpses. Everywhere, there is a desolate and bloody atmosphere. But if you look closely, you will find that there is a trace of evil spirit gathering in this space, and it is quietly converging towards the distance along the ground, like a River to a long river.

At the same time, in the void, there are two figures flashing.

These two figures are dark, like ghosts, constantly flickering and moving. When they get close to a corpse, their palms pop out, as if they can pull out the soul from the corpse and swallow it up, constantly enhancing their strength. They look extremely strange and mysterious.

Like death, they reap their souls mercilessly.

When they came to the bodies of the four sword masters, their dishonorable eyes immediately burst into bright light, their palms stretched out, and they couldn't wait to explore them."Stop!"

Seeing that the souls of the four people were forced to be pulled out, a cold drink came out. With only one word, the two dark figures stopped moving and bowed deeply to the sound source.

The voice of the people, of course, is Chu Xingyun.

He fell slowly from the air, and his eyes touched the four corpses. His eyes, shrouded by the magic light, trembled, and his mouth was filled with a sigh.

In the field of vision, the four corpses have become cold, and the blood flowing out of them is frozen. Under the refraction of the dim light, they give out a sad red light. The familiar faces have already lost their smiling faces and are still blowing by the wind.

Chu Xingyun stood in front of the body, speechless for a while.

He did not dodge his eyes, so he gazed directly. The four men were dead, but their eyes were still wide open. There was no daze or fear in their eyes, only indignation.

Whoa!

A strong wind swept through the dark cloud space.

The wind made Chu Xingyun's robes ring. At the same time, the four sword masters' clothing formula was also blowing. The formula was already dyed red with blood and floated, just like a flame burning and beating, reflecting each other with the red color in their eyes.

Chu Xingyun looked at this scene, his body suddenly moved.

He bent his back slightly and bowed to the four sword masters. Then he bent down and carefully closed his eyes for them. He murmured in his mouth, "four, you'd rather die than guard wanjian Pavilion. Others don't understand it, but I can really feel it."

"Today, although you are dead, incarnate in the Loess Soil and sleep forever, but tomorrow, I will take your loyal soul and fight for wanjian Pavilion forever!"

When the last voice rang out, Chu Xingyun's eyes suddenly became solemn and solemn. After a probe of his sword, he gently touched the eyebrows of the four people!

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