Chapter 73 Killing

The sudden scene stunned everyone, and their faces turned pale. In the blink of an eye, a big living person died so miserably, and there was no warning at all.

Mo San's eyes, which had not yet died, were wide open, and his lax eyes actually gushed out a strange brilliance. There was a faint smile at the corners of his mouth, and his body trembled slightly. "Inferocious, is this the power of the fierce sword, the power?"

"Senior Mo San!" Xia Xiaodong frowned, and then turned his eyes to the evil-in-lawed General Xia.

Xia Xiaonan's red lips were tightly squeezed, and his beautiful eyes were full of worry. "Brother, how did the fierce sword become like this?"

"I heard from my father that the artifacts on the artifact list all have spiritual surnames, and they will choose their own masters." Xia Xiaodong's face was quite solemn, "But I'm afraid that Xia's strength can't control the evil spirit of the evil sword."

Xia Xiaonan and Ruoxue are both pretty and pale, looking worriedly at General Xia, who is shrouded in blood red light.

The people of the Blood Wolf Gang and the ghost swallowed a mouthful fiercely. In addition to the shock, there was not only no fear in their eyes, but more fanaticism. The treasures on the artifact list would be moved by anyone. Everyone was overwhelmed by greed, and there were few fears.

And the evil spirit of the summer became stronger and stronger, and the voice became a little evil, "Hey hey."

"Kill this boy." The ghost shouted loudly, and everyone immediately rushed up, and nearly dozens of people followed one after another like flies.

Xia Meng raised his head, and his eyes were bloodthirsty. He waved the fierce sword in his hand, and a two or three-meter-long red sword burst out, accompanied by the cold and piercing breath.

"Wooo!" Several blood wolf gang villains in front of them were caught off guard. The red sword spirit passed through their bodies, and the vitality in the eyes of several people quickly disappeared. The next second, their torso above the waist fell down and was completely cut off by the waist, and their death was terrible.

"Ah!" When everyone saw this scene, they were scared and dared not come forward. Xia Xiaodong and others, who wanted to help not far away, were also shocked.

A trace of evil smile rose from the corners of Xia's mouth, and his feet moved, flashed in the crowd. The fierce sword waved continuously, his hand raised the sword and fell, and the blood was sprinkled empty, directly splitting off half of the shoulder of a ghost disciple.

"Ah!" The heartbreaking screams resounded, and everyone's faces changed greatly. Anger and resentment defeated fear, and everyone swarmed up again.

The swords and shadows were screaming, and the remnants of the limbs were thrown out. The ground was completely soaked by pieces of red, and the blood rain sprayed, and the situation showed a one-sided trend. Looking at the reduction of the next hand, the ghost's eyes were about to crack, a cold sweat, and a chill in the bottom of his heart.

Jiang Xia is like a killing god, bathing in blood all over his body, pointed out by the sword front, and a series of figures died tragically under his sword. The second brother of the Blood Wolf Gang was shocked and angry, and his cold eyes were full of resentment, "Bad boy, stop it."

"Wo!"

The sharp cutting sound was unusually harsh, the severe pain in the chest of the blood wolf helped the second brother spread all over the body, and the resentment in the eyes turned into deep fear, "You? You, me."

After throwing Xia Changjian, the body of the second brother of the Blood Wolf Gang was picked up. How sharp the fierce sword was, it cut off the other party's torso, and the internal organs floated down with blood, and the warm ** dripped on the faces of the people around him.

Xia Xiaonan and Ruoxue's face turned pale, and their stomachs twitched. They didn't dare to look at it. Xia Xiaodong and the four * heroes were also difficult to calm down, and the eyebrows of several people were tightly twisted together.

The killing is still going on. In a blink of an eye, there are more than a dozen people left, and there is almost no intact body on the ground. Although the ghost and the other two warriors of the Blood Wolf Gang have repeatedly blocked General Xia, the number of people is still decreasing and dying.

Mo San's eyes are demented. He can't tell whether he is dead or alive, but even if he hasn't died, I'm afraid he won't last long.

"Ban!"

The body of the blood wolf Lao Si burst again. Xia Xiaonan and Ruoxue finally couldn't help jumping off the back of the white cloud lion and half vomiting on the ground, but they hadn't eaten anything for two days, so the two women just spit out some bitter water.

Hong Jun's eyes twitched, and his expression looked quite funny. "Which of you can tell me what's going on?"

"I also want to know how Jianxia flew up from below." Hong Jue took over.

Hong Meng spread out his hands and said helplessly, "Look, it's like killing a chicken now."

"Yes," Hong Jun rubbed his chin and made a look of regret. "It's a pity that those are not chickens, but people and can't be eaten."

Xia Xiaonan and Ruoxue just stopped vomiting. After Hong Jun's words, their stomachs turned upside down again. I'm afraid that from now on, they will never dare to eat chicken again.

Several people stared at Hong Jun fiercely, who smiled and continued to look at the battle circle of General Xia.

"Ah!"

With a sword shaking the heart of a six-level martial artist, the corpses everywhere, red streams gathered together to flow to the edge of the whistling cliff, and the wind blew and turned into red dots and drifted everywhere. Is this caused by a six-level warrior? If this is said, almost no one will believe it, but it does exist.

Dozens of enemies were left with the third brother and the ghost of the Blood Wolf Gang. There was no intention to fight in their bodies. Looking at the general Xia, who was soaked in blood, they couldn't help retreating.

"You, what do you want?" The third brother's body trembled, and his face turned white with fear.

He raised Xia Jun's eyebrows and said with a faint smile, "Hey hey, of course I want you to die."

The face of the third brother and the ghost changed greatly. The cold light flashed in the latter's eyes, and his heart was fierce. Suddenly, he grabbed the third brother next to him, clapped behind him, and then quickly ran back.

Lao San would not have thought that the ghost would use himself as a shield. He was caught off guard and rushed to the front of Jiang Xia. The red light of the fierce sword flashed, Lao San's pupils tightened, and a huge head was thrown out. The blood of the smooth neck sprinkled into the air like a fountain, "Bang!" With the sound, Lao San's body had fallen to the ground.

Xia Xiaodong and others have been numb for a long time. In front of them, Xia Wu just killed another "chicken". When the ghost heard the movement behind him, he didn't even dare to turn back and ran away. Today, he was completely defeated. Anyway, the most important thing is to save his life.

"Hey hey, can you run away?"

The joking laughter came into the ghost's ears, and his heart was so terrible that he couldn't help looking back. He saw that Xia's whole body was spinning with a blue whirlpool at a high speed. The clear smell of water and a strong fierce smell rose up and shouted, "The whirlpool of power!"

The air was in chaos, and the blue swirl of power swept towards the ghost, and the corpses and blood on the ground along the way were dragged out a deep trace. The ghost's face changed dramatically, and great panic gushed out of his eyes.

"Boom!"

A faint aftermath of power spread, and the ghost made a miserable cry. The rotating destructive force was tearing his body. "Bang!" The skin of the ghost's chest was completely crushed, and the white bones and internal organs were faintly visible under the blurred flesh and blood.

"You? You?" The ghost's body trembled, and his pupils became lax, and then slowly fell to the ground, and there was no breath.

Slaughter, blood washing, dozens of people did not live, and Xiaofeng Cliff became a Shura battlefield in a short time. One eight-level martial artist, three seven-level martial artists, plus dozens of disciples, were slaughtered clean. What caused all this turned out to be a young six-level martial artist.

Although everyone knows that it is because of the power of the fierce evil sword, the shock to everyone is still not small. While marveling at the power of the fierce evil sword, the thin figure is more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. One word, ruthless. It's really cruel.

The cold wind roared, and the abyss was like a ghost crying and a wolf howling. After today, there are more unjust souls. The crisis has been resolved, but Xia Xiaonan and others are still nervous, because the evil spirit in Xia's body has not disappeared, but has become stronger.

He gently raised Xia's eyelids and looked at Mo San on the edge of the cliff with bloodthirsty eyes. He stepped forward and slowly approached the other party with a fierce sword.

Although Mo San was injured in many places, he held his breath to the end with an idea, "fierce, fierce sword, as expected, it's really powerful."

Xia's expression did not change at all. He walked to Mo San and raised the fierce sword above his head. Xia Xiaodong and others were shocked. They thought that Jiang Xia was going to check Mo San's injury, but they didn't expect to kill him.

"Jingxia, stop, he is the elder Mo San."

Xia Xiaodong was scared by panic and rushed forward. The four * heroes and others are also confused. If Xia can't even recognize Mo San, they will be in danger.

However, Mo San's face was full of enthusiasm and expectation, "Jiang, Jiang, Brother Xia, you, you have to restrain the evil spirit of the fierce sword! I haven't been able to use this sword for more than ten years, and I have no regrets to see the power of the evil sword before I die.

Before Xia could do it, Mo San had already swallowed his last breath, closed his eyes gently, and fell to the ground calmly.

"Senior Mo San!" A trace of pain and regret flashed in Xia Xiaodong's eyes. He exhaled deeply. Before he could make a subconscious reaction, he pointed Xia Xiaodong's sword at him.

"Jing Xia, I'm Xia Xiaodong. Don't you know me?"

Jiang Xia ignored the other party, and the strong fierceness made her whole body cold. "You all deserve to die."

Xia Xiaonan and Ruoxue are as anxious as ants on a hot pot. Hong Jun shook his head distressedly, "It's over. I don't recognize Xia Liu's relatives, and we will be killed as chickens."

"What should I do? What should I do? Hong Xiong's fingers disturbed left and right on his body, and he was very anxious.

Ruoxue shouted dissuasion, "Jingxia, wake up, we are your friends."

"Hey hey, you all deserve to die, you all deserve to die." Xia Sen sneered, raised the fierce sword in his hand again, and then chopped at Xia Xiaodong.

No one panicked without fear. Xia Xiaodong had already felt the breath of death. The evil spirit surged and his life was on the line.

Xia Xiaonan's silver teeth clenched his red lips, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He immediately shouted, "Brother Xia, I'm Meng Yu."

"Boom!"

The familiar voice and familiar sentences shocked Xia's body violently, stopped the offensive, and the fierce sword stayed above Xia Xiaodong's head.