The blood dyed Yun Changqing's hunched body red.

The crowd looked at this scene as if the hoarse voice was still echoing in their ears. They frowned and felt very uncomfortable.

Yun Changqing's death had a great impact on them, especially the almost wailing roar.

People live and land lose, and people live and land.

If the land is left and the people are lost, the people and the land are lost.

This is Yun Changqing's last words before his death, and it is also the words of life. We must use our lives to stop Fan Wudao.

It was simply nonsense! Qi Yangchen stared at Yun Changqing's body, his eyes flashing: In my opinion, Yun Changqing must have colluded with Luo Yun to try to disrupt our situation, and we must not believe his words easily.

Qi Yang's cold voice immediately made the crowd wake up. They looked at Fan Wujie at the same time, only to see Fan Wujie standing there without saying a word, without any change in his expression.

With the blood to witness loyalty and righteousness, the Lord of Changqing Sword has achieved this point. Can't the Lord of the Pavilion? Tang Yunhuan's face is covered with tears. Although Lei Yuanguang and Su Lengliu did not say anything, their eyes were also flashing with tears.

They looked at Fan Wujie, who was silent and looked at the cold-looking crowd. Their hearts were as sad as the sea, making them smile bitterly.

The laughter slowly spread. As soon as it dissipated, three sword lights burst out at the same time, bringing out a bloody red color.

Puff puff puff!

The three corpses fell to the ground, and the blood flowing out almost gathered into a small river, flowing to the feet of the crowd, and also flowing to the feet of Fan Wujie.

I saw his eyes tremble. When he looked up, a magnificent fighting spirit suddenly surged out of his body. There was no intention of restraining the four sword masters to advise him to death.

What's more, this murderous intent is not only filled with murderous thoughts, but also a hint of disdain, as if he had no fluctuations in the deaths of the four sword masters.

A bunch of bad bones! Such words echoed coldly in Fan Wujie's heart.

In fact, since Chu Xingyun joined the lineage of Chuangong, he has been resentful of this matter, and his doubts about the four sword masters have become increasingly deeper and more difficult to control.

After returning from Holy Star City, Fan Wujie took the opportunity to frame Chu Xingyun. The four sword masters not only did not agree with his statement, but also made many remarks in an attempt to help Chu Xingyun clear up suspicion and restore his reputation.

Just now, the Ancient Sect of Xingchen fled in panic, and Wanjian Pavilion should take advantage of the situation to chase and revitalize its reputation. Even if there are some casualties, it is natural. However, the four sword masters refused again and even refused to give advice to death.

The previous suspicion and the abnormal movements at this moment made Fan Wujie more suspicious. Therefore, there was no fluctuation in his heart when Yun Changqing's death, and the subsequent deaths of the three people made him even less disturbed.

Even the death of these four people made him feel inexplicably at ease.

The crowd could not see through what Fan Wujie thought. Seeing that Fan Wujie was silent, they naturally did not dare to do anything. They glanced at the four gradually cold corpses, and were a little confused for a moment.

Continue to chase and kill!

Just now, Fan Wujie's voice suddenly sounded. He stepped forward, looked straight ahead with his eyes, and said in a deep voice: These four people were blocking them by death, and their actions were really weird. It was very likely that they had collusion with the Ancient Xingchen Sect and attempted to insult Wanjian Pavilion.

I hold the legendary ancient sword, no one can defeat or stop it. The mere people of the Ancient Star Sect are definitely not our opponents. I will destroy the Ancient Star Sect and seize the thousand-year-old heritage!

Fan Wujie's voice was full of incitement, and the fire of fighting spirit that had just been extinguished suddenly started to burn, especially Qi Yangchen, Fan Wuchen and others, who were already in a state of storm, and they shouted loudly at this time.

war!

Everyone spoke, their words were like thunder, shaking the sky and the earth, and there was no longer the sad aura that had just happened. The eyes that looked at the cold corpse were also taken back one after another, with only the intention of fighting in their minds and no more stern words.

With a loud bang, the sword light rose and the space collapsed. Fan Wujie transformed into Lingtian sword shadow, broke through the void, and rushed towards the direction of the evacuation of the Star Ancient Sect.

Seeing this, the crowd roared again, with fighting spirit, followed the past with great might. Everyone exuded a high-pitched sword roar, like a bow and arrow, without any thought of turning back.

As the crowd left, the entire space gradually became quiet and even silent.

On the ground, there are countless broken rocks and walls, and there are numerous cold corpses, with desolate and bloody air everywhere. But if you look closely, you will find that in this space, there are actually a trace of evil spirit gathering, along the ground, like a stream to the long river, quietly gathering towards the distance.

At the same time, two figures were flashing in the void.

These two figures were pitch black, like ghosts, constantly flashing and moving. Whenever they approached a corpse, their palms were poked out, as if they could pull out their souls from the corpse and swallow them, constantly enhancing their strength, looking extremely evil and mysterious.

They are like the god of death, ruthlessly reaping their souls.

When they arrived at the bodies of the four sword masters, their glorious eyes immediately burst out with bright splendor, their palms stretched out and they reached out to explore them urgently.

stop!

Seeing that the souls of the four people were about to be forced to be pulled out, a cold shout came out, and just one word made the two dark figures stop moving, and their backs bowed deeply to the source of the sound.

The person who makes a sound is naturally Chu Xingyun.

He slowly fell from the air, and the moment his eyes touched the four corpses, the eyes shrouded in the magic light trembled, and a sigh came from his mouth in an inaudible way.

In the field of vision, the four corpses had become cold, and the blood flowing out coagulated. Under the refraction of the glimmer, a sad red light was emitted. The familiar faces had long lost their smiles, and were still blowing by the strong wind.

Chu Xingyun stood in front of the corpse, speechless.

He did not dodge his eyes and stared directly at this. The four of them were dead, but their eyes were still wide open. There was no confusion or fear in their eyes, only indignation.

call!

A gust of wind suddenly swept across the dark clouds in the space.

The wind blew, making Chu Xingyun's robe sound. At the same time, the clothes of the four sword masters were blown up. The clothes of the clothes were already stained with blood and floated up, like balls of flames burning and beating, reflecting the red color in their eyes.

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

He bent his back slightly, bowed to the four sword masters, then bent down, carefully closed his eyes for the four people, and murmured: Four, you would rather die than protect the minds of Wanjian Pavilion. Others don't understand, but I can really feel it.

Today, although you are dead, you have turned into loess and are asleep, tomorrow, I will take your loyal soul and fight for Wanjian Pavilion forever!
Chapter completed!