In the middle of the night, the watchers took a break early, and there was peace and quiet in Lianyi City. Occasionally, a few barking dogs and cats could be heard coming from the deep alleys.

Three masked figures in black jumped in the air, flying over the eaves and walking over the walls. Probably due to the blessing of spiritual power, they arrived in front of a humble house in just a moment.

Long Buli and Luo Tian were a little embarrassed when they broke into someone else's humble home in the middle of the night for the first time. They looked at Xuanyuan Yunjing, whose expressions were as usual and serious, and after their eyes moved slightly, they slowly regained their shyness.

Long Buli landed on the ground first, using his eyes to signal the two of them to put away their cultivation and aura, and walk on the ground.

The two of them gathered their breath and landed on the ground silently, imitating the cat, following behind Long Buli, and quietly walked towards the only bright room in the yard.

As they got closer, painful groans came from inside. Along with the sounds, there was also the faint smell of blood that filled the air.

The three of them smelled the smell and were shocked at the same time. After looking at each other, Long Buli slowly raised a finger, poked a hole in the paper cabinet, and quietly looked inside.

It's okay not to look at it, but when he looked at it, he immediately showed an expression of disbelief and disgust.

But I saw a young man in white clothes in the room, a fragile child in dirty and tattered clothes. The young man in white clothes stood in front of the child with a long sword in his hand. The child was tied to a pillar with a thorn on his back and a piece of dirty cloth stuffed in his mouth.

Above. At this moment, she was looking at the young man in white with horror.

The long sword fell slowly, leaving scars on her body that were deep enough to show the bones. The scars were superimposed on the old scars, criss-crossing, and gurgling blood flowed from the wounds, sliding through the black linen clothes, falling to the ground, and

The blood that gradually solidified collided and flowed farther away.

The young man in white is none other than Fu Han.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with a look of crazy killing. The white clothes that should have been as pure as snow and as clear as a clear spring, because of the drops of blood stained on the clothes, turned out to be extremely alluring, like a

Blooming mandala.

Long Buli clenched his fists gently, and a hint of rage slowly brewed in the depths of his eyes.

What a beast! What a beast! It’s not enough to harm one, you have to harm another one.

His eyes were spitting fire, and he immediately used the Longyang Sword to kick open the door and rushed in.

Luotian Xuanyuan Yunjing was afraid that something would happen to Long Buli, so he hurriedly took out his weapon and followed him into the house.

"Fu Han, you hypocrite, you appear to be a cheerful and affectionate knight, but in fact you are a cruel and ruthless villain!" Seeing that the little girl was dying, Long Buli's heart twitched. He took off his mask and stared with cold eyes.

Looking back, Fu Han looked surprised, "Why do you think so little about human life? Why do you treat other people's lives like ants? Who do you think you are?!"

Fu Han looked at the little girl who had lost her breath, and then at the angry Long Buli. After taking a closer look, he immediately recognized that it was the boy who came in the daytime. A bloodthirsty smile flashed across his eyes.

He licked the corners of his lips: "Just because, I want to watch them die in pain."

Long Buli finally couldn't bear it any longer. He held the Ziyang Sword in his hand and moved to attack Fu Han with a phantom. Xuanyuan Yunjing and Luo Tian did not hesitate, swung their weapons and attacked Fu Han on both sides.

"How dare a little mantis fight with an eagle?" Fu Han's eyes showed a hint of contempt. He clenched the sword with one hand, narrowed his eyes, and an extremely powerful aura spread out from around him.

The three people who were pressing closer and closer were shocked and moved away.

The pressure from their souls made them turn pale.

Fu Han's lips slowly raised a bloodthirsty sneer, and he walked step by step towards Long Buli. He started lightly and reached behind Long Buli in just a moment. At the same time, the knife in his hand was stained red with blood.

The long sword penetrated Long Buli's abdomen.

Long Buli groaned in pain, and the fear of death flashed in his eyes. He watched Fu Han draw out his long sword, smiled and watched himself slowly collapse to the ground, and a wave of unwillingness suddenly surged in his heart.

Is this an earth-level cultivator?

If so, if he works harder, he can... he can...

His eyes were blurred by something unknown, and Long Buli could only feel his body getting colder one after another. Even the pain that Fu Han stabbed into his back again and again, causing blood to flow out, no longer felt painful.

So cold...

Long Buli held the Purple Sun Sword tightly with one hand, and gently curled up the other hand. He closed his eyes slightly, and a drop of clear tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

I haven’t felt this humiliating feeling of dying for a long time...

This seems to be the first time since I left home

"Brother Li!" Luo Tian gasped at the sight, and a surge of anger suddenly filled his heart. The anger went straight to the center of his eyebrows, making his eyes turn as red as the morning glow.

He held the Death Halberd tightly, stood up slowly while stroking his violently heaving chest, and looked at Fu Han coldly.

When he stood up, a soul pressure that surpassed Fu Han's suddenly spread out.

Xuanyuan Yunjing was shocked.

Isn’t he the founder of the Nine Heavenly Perfection? How could he be promoted to the level of an earth-level cultivator all of a sudden? Wait a minute!

Xuanyuan Yunjing suddenly noticed that the ancient totem between Luo Tian's eyebrows was emitting little by little light. The light combined to form the shape of an eye.

Eye……

Yes, the master once said that he would ask Brother Heng to use the power of that eye to defeat his opponent? Brother Heng has been meditating hard these days, but he just can’t get the power of the totem. Now it is because of his anger that he has awakened Brother Heng from his deep sleep.

His bloodline, and... that sleeping power?

Fu Han was also surprised. This inconspicuous brat has actually reached the Great Perfection state of a middle-level cultivator. Isn't this far beyond him?

An extreme danger spread from his heart. Fu Han turned around and wanted to escape, but Luo Tian had already taken a step forward and was at his side. At the same time, the fatal halberd that was making low groans suddenly appeared.

It sank into Fu Han's abdomen.

Fu Han felt a chill in his body, and when he heard the sound of blood splattering, he knew that he was going to die soon.

He groaned unwillingly and fell softly to the ground.

Luo Tian turned his head, raised his hand and shot out a ray of light. The light enveloped Long Buli and stopped the steady flow of blood in just a moment. Long Buli's life breath also gradually became richer.

Slowly opening his eyes, he vaguely saw Luo Tian's tall and thin figure standing in front of him. Long Buli smiled softly.

In the past, I was always in front of him, but this time it seemed to have changed.

After doing all this, Luo Tian's body trembled, and his red eyes quickly regained their clarity. He saw his bloody halberd, and then looked at Fu Han lying in a pool of blood, and his hands trembled suddenly.
Chapter completed!