() Found the way home!

In a dilapidated inn, Meng Luochuan pulled Wen Wan and kept running outside the town.

There were too many people in black hiding in the town, densely packed, like a group of mice emerging from the darkness, coming to the sect disciples crazy.

The long sword and sharp sword slashed the flesh and blood of the sect's disciples, making waves of hard sounds, making the scalp numb.

What was strange was that the strange roar seemed to have only influenced the disciples of the sect, but it had no effect on the men in black. I guess they were trying to use cotton wool to plug their ears.

A large number of disciples of the sect were slaughtered, and corpses filled the main roads, with broken limbs and broken arms scattered all over the ground.

On the depressed streets, on doors and windows, on branches, on rocks, on scattered carriages, and the houses were filled with blood, which was shocking.

Paste ~

The drizzle of cow drizzled down wantonly, covering the killing town in a hazy mist. The rain mixed with blood flowed everywhere, and the thick smell of blood filled the entire town.

This is just a sectarian fight. If a sectarian war is launched, I dare not imagine how many people will die in that scene. For ordinary people, it will definitely be a terrifying disaster.

"Take Luo Chuan first, I'll break the back!" Wu Tong held an octagonal purple gold hammer in each of his hands and kept smashing it over.

When the men in black rushed over, they were directly hit by him and flew out with hammers. Their unlucky bones were smashed to pieces and they died suddenly on the spot.

Brush! A long sword slashed in the air, slashing Wugong's body hard, and slashing a row of sparks. The long sword then broke with the sound, but Wugong himself was not at all hurt.

"Monster!" The man in black looked at the weapon that was broken into two pieces, and looked stunned.

It would be fine if this big man is strong, but the key is that the opponent is invulnerable to swords and guns, and he has a copper head and iron arm.

He was simply a monster with infinite power. The attacks of these ordinary men in black did not pose any threat to him.

"Get out!" The black copper sounded loudly, and the sharp hammer swung over, like a cannonball, hitting the other party's chest heavily.

With a "puff!", the man in black squirted blood on the corner of his mouth, his whole body shattered, and fragments of intestines and lungs sprayed all over the sky.

This was already the 139th person killed by Wu Tong. The corpses flowing down around him piled up into a pile of corpse mountains. Almost none of them were complete, just like meat paste. The scene was simply terrifying.

The two octagonal purple gold hammers weigh a thousand pounds, each hammer has eight golden sections, and there are purple spikes shining with cold light at the corners of the watermelon. This strange weapon looks particularly hideous.

With the power of black copper, if you smash it, let alone a person, even a mountain can make a big hole for you.

The powerful momentum is only eight words to describe it. One man should be a barrier and ten thousand men cannot open it!

In such a small town, it is probably only the Unparalleled Sword Saint Lu Chen who can fight him head-on.

Duan Qianhong held a handsome ice-green sword in his hand, dancing gracefully, like an elegant butterfly, constantly shuttled through the streets.

Brush! Brush! Brush!... Ice green sword lights lit up, and men in black fell one after another.

The two innate interventions are undoubtedly the strongest support. On the chaotic streets, the disadvantages of the sect disciples are gradually recovered.

During the fight, when he heard Wu Tong's reminder, Duan Qianhong split three men in black with one sword. When he turned around, he rushed towards Meng Luochuan quickly.

Meng Luochuan's strength is not strong. He just broke through to the level of innate virtual pill a year ago, but he could only deal with these men in black with low strength.

I just took my wife Wen Wan and couldn't let go of my hands for a while.

The "Qingshui Rhino King" followed closely, like a well-behaved pet, following wherever he went.

The thick horn on its head came and went three moves, one, two, and three hits.

You can easily fly away from the front, and you can pierce the thorn or the wall. Especially with its impact, let alone this small town, even a hill can knock out a passage for you.

Moreover, the body of the innate monster is the strongest, and its skin is harder than steel. The weapons of those men in black cut off their bodies, leaving at most a white mark.

But if you are hit by this beast, the end will be miserable.

Like the pioneer of the road, the Qingshui Rhino King crushed over the road. Wherever he went, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and screams kept ringing. Meng Luochuan took Wen Wan and followed the monster behind and fled outside the town.

Although the situation is under control now, it is difficult to ensure that other changes occur. Wu Tong plans to let Meng Luochuan and Duan Qianhong leave and cut off the rear.

At this moment, a vague afterimage shot from the entrance of the town at a rapid speed, and a blood-colored cold light flashed by.

"Puff!" A stream of blood suddenly spread out on the back of the Qingshui Rhino King, and a shrill scream suddenly echoed in the sky.

"Xiaoqing!" Seeing this scene, Duan Qianhong was shocked and felt extremely distressed. It seemed that some strange weapon had a thick and long bloody cut on the back of the Rhino King, and blood was flowing out.

The pain made the Qingshui Rhino King rush around with his feet and hooves, and it was in a mess.

A mysterious figure stood in the gloomy rain curtain. He was wearing a black robe embroidered with a skull, a hood, and a slender blood-red sickle in his hand.

The sickle is not only long but also very strange, as if it is composed of three scimitars of different sizes. Under the erosion of the rain, it shines with a heart-wrenching cold light.

Standing in the rain, without saying a word, he looked like the legendary god of death, with a strange black aura all over his body.

"Who are you? Why did you hurt me in the sect-protecting beast!" Duan Qianhong pointed at the other party with a sword and shouted sternly. She had been in Tianque Palace for so long, and almost all the senior officials and big figures inside knew each other, but she had never seen this strange-looking monster before.

Meng Luochuan next to him saw the strange man and had goose bumps all over his body, and said, "Qianhong, be careful, retreat quickly! He is the god of death, Guishan Youquan!"

"God of Death? Who is Guishan Youquan? I haven't heard of it." Duan Qianhong said with a look of surprise and suspicion.

Meng Luochuan gritted his teeth and stared at his opponent, his eyes filled with horror, "This is the first time I have seen the God of Death. My father told me before that Guishan Youquan is known as the number one killer in Jiuzhou. He murdered people everywhere with a sickle-shaped weapon, acting mysteriously and without a trace. Anyone who is targeted by him would be like a life-and-death slightest death and could not escape death. In the past few decades, the God of Death rarely took action, and his voice was gone. The strong people in Jiuzhou thought he was dead, but they didn't expect to appear here. My uncle is such a good method."

Duan Qianhong said in confusion: "Isn't the No. 1 Killer in Jiuzhou? How could it be him!"

"No, Qisha is a killer group, and Death is a lone killer. The two sides have different identities and statuses in Jiuzhou!" Meng Luochuan trembled slightly, not knowing whether it was because of fear or nervousness, and his forehead was filled with cold sweat.

Duan Qianhong and Meng Luochuan were so scared that they were like this, frowned and said, "Is his strength very powerful?"

"At least the level of Wu Tong and Lu Chen, the peak of innateness!" Meng Luochuan grabbed Wen Wan's soft little hand tightly, and a trace of determination flashed through his eyes.

Wen Wan felt the warmth coming from her palm, her nervous expression became a little relieved, and her tender eyes looked at the shadow not far away, full of doubts.

When Duan Qianhong heard the elder brother's words, he was shocked: "It's the same level as Wu Tong, so powerful!"

"Qianhong, you will take Wenwan away later. I will stop the god of death!" Meng Luochuan said gritting his teeth.

Duan Qianhong said repeatedly: "How can that be? Your strength is not much stronger than mine. Staying there is a death sentence!"

"What's the use of staying? You're going to die. It's better to die one than to die all!" Meng Luochuan said with a bitter look on his face.

"Luochuan, I won't leave, I will live and die with you!" Wenwan held his hand tightly and said affectionately.

Meng Luochuan stroked her pretty face and sighed softly: "Little fool, I can only accompany you here. If I die, bury me in a beautiful place with beautiful mountains and rivers. I like tranquility! In the future, remember to come and see me when I visit the tomb on Qingming Festival."

At the critical moment of life and death, Meng Luochuan did not care about his own life, but still cared about his wife's gentleness, which shows that he has deep affection for his wife.

"No, I don't want you to die, Luochuan!" Wenwan hugged Meng Luochuan, crying so hard that the pear blossoms were raining.

At this time, Guishan Youquan, not far away, slowly raised his blood-colored sickle and pointed coldly at Meng Luochuan and the other two. He didn't say a word. The murderous eyes already represented everything.

Whoosh! The figure was illusory, and the ghost mountain and spring seemed to teleport, passing through three or four meters at a distance at a high speed, appeared in front of the three of them out of thin air, and the blood-colored sickle swept across with a quick blow.

"Wenwan avoided!" Meng Luochuan pushed his wife away like lightning, and drew his sword and slashed him at the same time as Duan Qianhong.

With a clang, the weapons collided in mid-air, and the two swords were directly cut into two pieces by the waist and threw them into mid-air.

Perhaps because they were blocked by weapons, Meng Luochuan and Duan Qianhong were just swept away by a strong energy, but were still smashed several feet away, and blood was sprayed in their mouths.

Guishan Youquan was too lazy to pay attention to the weak Wenwan, so he rushed over with a sickle in his hand, preparing to take the other party at one time.

In vain, a black shadow fell from the sky, smashing heavily in front of Guishan Youquan like a meteorite. The ground on the street shook, smashing a big hole in the street and splashing mudstones.

"I haven't seen it for a long time, Guishan Youquan!" A thick voice sounded. It turned out that this black shadow was no one else. Wu Tong, who was fighting behind, saw Meng Luochuan in danger, jumped into the air and blocked Guishan Youquan's way.

Guishan Youquan didn't say anything, but just looked at Wu Tong with a tiger's back and a bear's waist silently, without saying a word.

"Wu Tong, you know him!" Meng Luochuan helped Duan Qianhong up in a mess, and said with a pale face.

Wu Tong held two octagonal purple gold hammers in his hand, stared at the god of death, and slowly said: "I met you, met once, and fought!"

"Are you sure to deal with him?" Duan Qianhong asked continuously.

Wu Tong shook his head: "The winner is 55 points, we both have our own advantages. If we really want to fight to the death, the result is hard to predict!"

"So strong!" Duan Qianhong's face looked extremely ugly when she heard Wu Tongdu say this. She really believed that the legendary God of Death was indeed a bit terrifying.
Chapter completed!