Chapter 783: Inherit legacy

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Chapter 783

Blood, stained Yun Changqing's rickets.

The crowd looked at this scene, as if the hoarse voice still echoed in their ears, their brows were clenched, and their hearts were very unpleasant.

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

Everyone saves and loses.

If the land is lost, everyone is lost.

This is Yun Changqing's last words before his death, but also the words of life. It is necessary to use life to stop Brahma.

"It's a nonsense!" Qi Yang Shen stared at Yun Changqing's body, his eyes flickering: "In my opinion, Yun Changqing and Luo Yun must be colluding with each other in an attempt to disrupt our position, and we must not easily believe his words. . "

Qi Yangshen's icy voice immediately awakened the crowd, and they all looked at Fan Wujie in unison, only to see that Fan Wujie was standing on the spot, without a word, and his expression did not change at all.

"With the heart of blood loyalty and justice, the Evergreen Sword Master has already achieved such a point, can't the Lord Lord still withdraw his decision?" Tang Yunhuan's face was already covered with tears, although Lei Yuanguang and Su Lengliu did not speak. But his eyes also flashed with tears.

They looked at Fan Wujie without any movement, and then looked at the icy crowd, and their hearts were sad, like the sea, making them make a bitter smile.

The laughter spread slowly, and in the flash of dissipation, three sword lights bloomed at the same time, causing a **** red.

Puff puff!

The three corpses fell to the ground, and the blood flowing from the milfs almost converged into a small river, flowing to the feet of the crowd and to the feet of Fan Wujie.

I saw his eyes tremble, and as soon as he looked up, there was a tremendous fighting spirit in his body. There was no intention of converging because the four sword masters were told by death.

What's more, in this killing intention, not only is it full of killing thoughts, but also has a trace of disdain, as if he had no fluctuations in the death of the four sword masters.

"A bunch of cheap bones!" Fan Wuwu's heart echoed coldly.

In fact, since Chu Xingyun joined Chuan Gong in the vein, he has been nagging about the matter, and his suspicions about the four sword masters are getting deeper and deeper, making him feel uncontrollable.

Returning from the 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 scavenge his suspicions and restore his reputation.

Just now, the ancient stars of the stars fled the land, and Wanjian Pavilion should take advantage of the situation and revitalize their reputation. Even if there are some casualties, it is a matter of course, but the four sword masters once again refused, and even hesitated to die.

The previous suspicions and the changes at the moment made Fan Wuyue more suspicious. Therefore, Yun Changqing's death did not have any fluctuations in his heart, and then the death of the three people, he was even more calm.

Even the death of these four people gave him an inexplicable peace of mind.

What Fan Wuxian thought was that the crowd could not see through. When they saw that Fan Wuxian was silent, he naturally dared not take any action. His eyes glanced at the four gradually cold bodies.

"Continue to hunt down!"

At this moment, Fan Wujie's voice suddenly sounded, and he stepped forward, his eyes staring straight ahead, and he said with a deep voice: "These four people were stopped by death, they acted strangely, and they might have something to do with the ancient stars Collusion attempted to hurt Wanjian Pavilion. "

"I am holding a legendary ancient sword, and no one can beat it, no one can stop it. The people of the ancient celebrities in the stars are by no means our opponents, so they will work hard to destroy the ancient celebrities and win the thousand years of heritage!"

Fan Wujie's voice was full of stimulating power, and the fire of war that had just been extinguished suddenly ignited, especially Qi Yang Shen and Fan Wuchen, etc., who were already stormy, they were shouting loudly at this time. Got up.

"war!"

Everyone made a sound, the voice was thunderous, and the earth was shaking, and there was no breath of sadness just now. The eyes that looked at the cold body were also received back in one's mind. There was only war in mind, and there was no more clamor in the mind. Language.

With a loud bang, the sword light rose, the space cracked, and Fan Wujie became Lingtian Jianying, breaking through the void, and swept away in the direction of the evacuation of the ancient stars.

Seeing this, the crowd roared again, with a sense of warfare, and followed the past with mighty power. Everybody's body exuded a high-pitched sword, like a bow and arrow, with no thought of looking back.

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

On the ground, there are countless broken rocks and thousands of cold corpses, and there is desolation and **** gas everywhere, but if you look closely, you will find that in this space, there is a trace of amalgamation, Along the ground, like a stream to a long river, quietly converging towards the distance.

At the same time, two figures flashed in the void.

These two figures appear in dark colors, like ghosts, constantly flashing and moving. When they approach a corpse, their palms protrude, as if they can pull the soul out of the corpse and devour it, constantly enhancing their strength It looks extremely evil and mysterious.

They are like death, harvesting souls mercilessly.

When they came to the bodies of the four sword masters, their glorious eyes immediately exploded with dazzling brilliance, their palms stretched out, and they eagerly explored the past.

"stop!"

Seeing that the souls of the four were about to be forced out, at this moment, a cold voice came out, and only one word stopped the two black figures, and the spine bowed deeply towards the sound source.

The person who made the noise was naturally Chu Xingyun.

I saw him falling slowly from the air, the moment his eyes touched the four corpses, the eyes shrouded by the magic light shivered, and a sigh was inaudible in his mouth.

In the field of vision, the four corpses had become cold, the blood flowing out solidified, and under the reflection of the dim light, a sad red light was revealed, and the familiar faces had long lost their smiles and were stiff there. The wind is still blowing.

Chu Xingyun stood in front of the body, speechless for a while.

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

call!

The dark clouds suddenly swept through a gust of wind.

The wind blew loudly, making Chu Xingyun's robe sound, and at the same time, the clothing tactics of the four sword masters were also blown up. Reflect each other with the red color in their eyes.

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

He bent his back slightly, bowed to the four sword masters, and then leaned down, carefully closing the eyes of the four men, and murmured in his mouth: "Four, you would rather protect Wan Jian Pavilion's heart, Others do n’t understand, but I can really feel it. "

"Today, although you are dead and transformed into loess, you will sleep forever, but tomorrow, I will take your loyal soul and fight for the Wanjian Pavilion forever!"

After the sound of the last words started, Chu Xingyun's eyes suddenly became solemn, and he looked at the sword and tapped on the eyebrows of the four people one after another!