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Blood dripping.

Xue Meng was trembling, he closed his eyes, tears rolled down, he said hoarsely: "You... how can you say it?"

Is Tianyin Pavilion promised with glory?

Or with life relative to bī.

How to say it, how to do it...

The matchmaker's scarlet mouth was still opening and closing, and the fragmentary words spread into Xue Meng's ears like snake venom - "Stealing Chess Pieces at the Top of Death and Life", "Casual Life", "Picking Boys and Girls".

Every word was twisted into a hideous nightmare.

"They bully the lower world."

"A bird with a crown, shòu, sanctimonious!"

"That Chu nightning and Mo Ran are the most disgusting. In order to refine chess pieces, how many innocent people have been harmed..."

The bones are all hated, and the palms are shaking.

Sanity crashes.

"You—how can you say it?! How can you do it!!"

Anger like an ant, destroying the last dam in his heart. Xue Meng slammed the misplaced elbow back, and then pulled the blade bào, the dragon and the tiger roared, and before everyone could react, the blood was stained with the scimitar.

The matchmaker who was arranging the "Qiangbào young girl of the top disciple of death and life" was stunned for a moment, looked down at her chest, and then vomited blood with a wow, before she had time to say a word, she fell to the ground with a thud.

Dead silence.

Strange to say, the people from Tianyin Pavilion were standing beside the group of villagers, but they didn’t stop them—because they were surprised? Or not responding at all? The answer is unknown, and no one will think deeply.

Everyone's eyes are focused on Xue Meng, and the blood beads are dripping, dripping down the tip of the Dragon City, one drop, two drops. Collected into a deep red pool.

The abyss fell, and the phoenix could not escape.

"Ah!" Someone suddenly screamed, as if the death knell had finally sounded, "Kill, kill..."

"Xue Meng killed witnesses indiscriminately! Xue Meng is crazy!!"

The inside of the hall became even more chaotic. I don't know who made the first move, and the long-suppressed anger burst into flames. The bowstring was broken, and the people at the top of the dead and the upper cultivators finally fought—

Personal hatred, fear, exclusion of dissidents.

This battle contained too much selfishness, and the scene was out of control in an instant.

In a shadow of swords and swords, Xue Zhengyi endured the pain of the wound and roared: "Don't fight, stop!"

But the people at the top of life and death listened to him, but the people in the upper cultivation world didn't stop. Since this is the case, the fight can't stop. Xue Meng's heart has been smashed, and it is not like it. This kind of brokenness spreads to the eyes and is wet and red. She was choked up, crying incessantly.

Perhaps it is only at this moment that Fenghuanger really understands the feelings of Mo Ran when he was young.

In the drunk jade building, when a hatchet slaughtered the whole building, the despair, nausea, irritation, and self-loathing. Nothing was important anymore, anger burned his heart, only blood could quench it.

Suddenly a sword resisted his attack, and the sword was full of blue light, and it looked very familiar - but Xue Meng couldn't remember it at the moment, he just roared at the ugly-looking person from the Palace of the Snow Palace. : "Go away!! Don't stop me!"

"Stop fighting. If you fight again, you will really get into trouble. Calm down."

It was a familiar sound.

who is it?

Xue Meng can't remember, and he doesn't want to think about it anymore.

Pain and hatred devastated his heart, and a person's forbearance eventually has its limit. After passing that threshold, the gods are also ghosts, and the saints are also turned into Shura.

One thought of Buddha, one thought of magic.

His pupils burned red, and at the moment there was only hatred, endless hatred, the hatred that had been burning since Tianyin Pavilion finally burst out and swallowed him in an instant.

"roll!"

Longcheng collided with the blue sword, but the ugly man was not inferior at all, fighting against him, with a pair of blue eyes staring at Xue Meng's face.

"If you don't stay calm, you will only make life and death even worse."

"What are you! It's up to you?!!"

The more the knife slashed, the more ruthless the sword was, and the sword collided with each other.

The blue eyes looked at the black, familiar eyes.

……who is it……

"Zi Ming, stop fighting."

A low voice rang in his ears, and there was not much emotion, but a trace of anxiety and pity could still be heard.

Xue Meng's crazy and chaotic mind seemed to flash a gleam of wisdom. His fierce and fierce offensive stopped for a while, but his chest was still heaving violently.

At this moment, his face was covered with blood and his hair was messy. He stared at the ugly strange man: "You..."

Before he could speak, he felt a sudden gust of wind blowing from behind.

Xue Meng turned back suddenly, it was too late to lift the Dragon City photo frame, and his arm was cut open with a bloody mouth, straight to the bones! !

"Meng'er!!"

Seeing that his son was injured, Xue Zhengyi rushed over from the long steps to save him.

The more than ten Jing Rui in Tianyin Pavilion are all confidants of Mu Yanli. At this time, they have a pair of eyes, and they all slaughtered towards Xue Meng.

The strength of these people is similar to that of the elders of the dead and the dead. They all made a killing move to the wounded Xue Meng, and they almost took the life of Phoenix.

"Meng'er... Meng'er!"

But it was too far apart, and Xue Zhengyi couldn't come at all, but more people surrounded him.

, trapping him in groups. Xue Zhengyi was eager to protect his son, and under the attack, he was also traumatized and stained with blood.

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