Chapter 296. Destruction

The moon on the battlefield is still so red, and countless souls are in nothingness every day.

This is a place of killing, a place that many people are afraid of.

But!

Only blood and fire can produce people comparable to monsters!

Legend has it that any of them are the existence of one riding a thousand.

Legend has it that wherever they pass, there is no grass, and the blood flows into a river.

Legend has it that their hands are stained with blood and are harvesters walking on the battlefield.

"Woth, th, th."

The soft footsteps echoed in Shen Tao's ears, but in the quiet environment at this moment, it seemed so harsh.

There are corpses everywhere, and blood flows on the earth, reflecting the blood and moon in the sky.

A man in red came towards him step by step.

It was an evil man. Unlike others, it was an evil beauty. There was a white cloth belt wrapped around his right eye, but it did not affect his temperament, but added a little evil spirit.

"What a dirty world, don't you think?" The evil man smiled and said to him, but in this horrible environment, the smile was particularly gloomy.

"No, don't come here." Shen Tao retreated in horror and kept crawling with his remaining hands.

"Don't hate me. If you want to hate, just hate that you were born in this dirty world. Goodbye." The evil man said with a smile and waved his hand.

"Wo!"

A sword inserted in the body suddenly flew out and pierced the tip of Shen Tao's eyebrows.

Evil man, his name is Sequoia, one of the most dazzling characters in the battlefield, as famous as White Death, known as the Destroyer.

He enjoyed breathing the bloody air, intoxicated in it, with a happy smile on his handsome and evil face.

Suddenly, his nose ** twice.

"Oh...? This breath is interesting. He stared at the front with a playful smile on his face.

......

In another place, Ye Fan slaughtered a thousand-person team with no expression on his face.

Last time, the silver tooth team was almost completely destroyed. If it hadn't been for his last rampage, even the red scarf teenager and others might have died. Deeply guilty, he sternly refused their follow and sent them back to the college.

After all, the purpose of coming here is just to save his woman's life. He has no right to ask them to die for himself for nothing.

The calculation of combat merit points is very simple, that is, it depends on how many people you kill.

In order to achieve the battle point of exchange for Xuelian, Ye Fan was ruthless and endured endless killing.

And this time, the situation is still the same as before, and he is preparing to make the final harvest.

"Wo!"

A rapid sound of breaking through the air came from behind!

"Ding!"

Ye Fan's eyes were cold, and his backhand was a sword. A silver sword spirit crossed by, and he saw a broken iron sword that shot quickly into two halves by the sword spirit.

He fixed his eyes and only saw a red figure emerging not far away and slowly walking.

"Interesting, I smell that smell on you." The red figure slowly appeared, and it was the redwood.

"What breath, who are you?" Ye Fan said coldly.

"The breath of beasts, what a familiar taste, I am... Ha ha, you and I are the same kind of people. Sequoia came step by step with a smile on his face.

"It's over, it's the destroyer!"

"White Death, the destroyer actually appeared together! We are dead."

The soldiers said desperately.

"I'm different from you, and I don't have the breath you said." Ye Fan said lightly.

"Don't deny it. I can understand your pain very well, because in my body, there is also a black beast rolling in pain, helping my friends revenge, so that those people can also taste the pain, "kill them" and "kill them" and "kill them" have been echoing in my ears. Didn't you hear it?" Sequoia's eyes enlarged, revealing horrible and cruel eyes.

"You!" Ye Fan's pupils dilated and looked at Sequoia. He seemed to see the death of his partners and their pain. There seemed to be a black beast in his heart, rolling in pain. Only killing and killing could end all this.

"Whey!"

A huge red lotus flower slowly blooms in the air. It is a kind of gorgeous blooming in the blood. It is a feast of killing. At the moment when it blooms the most beautiful, it is also the moment when everyone dies.

"Boom!"

The lotus flowers are in full bloom, the sword is full of brilliance, and the red light penetrates their hearts and ends their lives.

"Did you see them? Did you see their painful expressions before they died? Do you remember the death of your friends?" Sequoia stared at Ye Fan's expression and slowly showed a satisfied smile on his face.

"Don't struggle, with me, destroy this world with only pain, kill them all, whether it's the imperial dynasty or the alliance, they are also the root of pain." Sequoia smiled excitedly and walked towards Ye Fan step by step.

Ye Fan covered his heart, his pupils dilated, and looked at the palm of his right hand in pain.

"Let's destroy it together!" Sequoia smiled with an evil smile on her face. She stood in front of Ye Fan and suddenly pulled out the sword at her waist!

"Sneer!"

Ye Fan grabbed the other party's blade with one hand, slowly raised his head, and drew a smile at the corners of his mouth.

(I can't pull it out!) Sequoia looked at him incredulously and roared in his heart.

"That's good to say, but in your eyes, are there any companions? All I see is destruction. Your existence is just to destroy the world. I'm different from you. You don't have any guardians, just a beast." Ye Fan said lightly, allowing blood to flow out of his palm.

"Oh, it's worthy of the white god of death. It seems that you have heard of me. The performance just now is all pretending." Sequoia returned to calm, with a strange smile on the corners of its mouth.

"It's not all pretend. As for your name, I've naturally heard of it for a long time. Whether it's the destroyers killed by both sides, as for this magical means of mind-reading, I just doubt it." Ye Fan also drew a faint smile at the corners of his mouth.

"Hahaha, interesting, interesting, we will see you again." Sequoia looked up and laughed.

"Do you want to leave?" Ye Fan's eyes were cold.

"You don't have to worry about it." Sequoia smiled evilly.

"Stay!" Ye Fan slammed his chest with the other hand, but passed through it without hindrance.

"When..." Ye Fan was surprised.

"Goodbye. I hope it will surprise me the next time I see you." The redwood floated in mid-air, smiling condescendingly, wrapping the right eye with white bandages, the blood moon, and the corpses, forming such a picture.

"Terrible guy, he is the only one who can threaten my life in the battlefield." After Sequoia left, Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief and dealt with the injury on the palm of his hand.

"The battle skills are about to be collected, Alice, the day we meet is not far away." Ye Fan looked into the distance.

......

In the months of the battlefield, the name of white death has really spread to every corner of the battlefield. In this battlefield where the highest force only reaches the peak of the heavenly realm, Ye Fan's existence has completely broken the balance between the two sides. Although the enemy also has geniuses who can challenge the cross-border, the range of those people in the cross-border world is at most one or two. A small realm, which is almost a whole big realm for Ye Fan.

And those geniuses, which one is not the future hope of the sect, the heir of the family and so on? How can this kind of person come to such a dangerous place as the battlefield? In case they are really surrounded by hundreds of thousands of people, under the tactics of the sea of people, it is absolutely easy to kill.

And Ye Fan deeply understands this truth, so he never chooses a team of more than 5,000 people. After killing, he will never hunt nearby again, but escape far away and carefully choose the next target.

However, such a good day is obviously coming to an end. In ancient times, after a killer had a great reputation, it was often not far from his death.

In the Wuji Dynasty, in the middle of the palace, a man in yellow robes face the hall and kneels on the ground.

"Erase."

A cold voice came from the hall.

"I'm on your command!"