Heavenly Star

In the field, those three heavenly strong people looked at each other, all face sinking, raised their degree to the extreme, forced the momentum to squeeze away from the person around them, approached the cold cliff in a triangular siege, the three of them joined the regiment was necessarily necessary, but did not expect to always be held by him in the nose in the hiding of the cold cliff speed and always just right, the heart was already extremely angry.

Every opponent in the North Emperor's Sect is a well-deserved strong man. He is in no way the guard of a common warrior or the guard of a court. He was under a lot of pressure, how much danger he was exposed to every minute and how many times he passed with death, only he knew clearly. He has been struck with three hands and four swords, blood stained half of his body, he does not feel the pain of his body, he does not feel the inner chaos, only that growing sense of weakness, he cannot resist, it completely ignores death, just wants to kill more people obsessed death to support him. Others, he's completely out of his mind. Die, it's not scary for him. Only regret... regret not completing Ye Wuchen's orders to deliver him... not taking Pinger out...

Three heavy and mountainous air fields pressed him from three "directions, the world in front of him suddenly darkened, he made a retrograde position, trying to avoid simultaneously.

The three men approached at the same time, and the cold cliff's original retreating body suddenly rushed forward, facing the flaming soul power of the mountains and seas, and rushed straight towards one of the heavenly strong, the instant degree reached his limit.

Everyone here was surprised, and several people shouted directly. He suddenly went from retreat to lightning forward, unexpectedly for everyone. Cold cliff body and the heavenly strong man facing him collided hard, a flaming soul force rubbed past his back, the other two simultaneously bombarded him...

The cold cliff world flashed, his eyes became indifferent at this moment, his expression was not painful, there was no desolation and dissatisfaction, a bite of blood sprayed harshly on the face of the person in front of him, and the heavenly strong man who collided with him, his back, appeared a bloodstained green blade tip.

“Purple... Purple Elder!” All those present shook loudly, and even the flames that had been so calm and flaming and the four elderly people behind him were all horrified. The body of the cold cliff was thrown out by a powerful and distant force, lying on his back on the ground and silent, only in his hand, still dead holding the broken blade he never left. It was his murder weapon, one of the weapons of the wind and the sun, and the only thing the wind and the sun left him. Even if he dies, he never leaves.

At this moment, they ignored the dead and alive of a cold cliff that had completely lost its threat, clustered in front of an old man dressed with a cold cliff, screaming in chaos. Screen was pale as paper, she fell on a cold cliff and shook his body so hard... she finally had the chance to touch his body again, but now he can only look at the sky with his godless eyes open and can't see her...

“Wood! Cold Cliff! Get up... Get up! Don't die, I won't let you die, you're dead, who's going to take me out... you said you'd take me out.” Pinger grabbed his clothes and tore her heart out, unconsciously, she felt her eyes, a drop of tears dropped quietly. She wept... she didn't even understand why her tears were so uncontrollably trying to run away.

Looking all over the bloodstained cliff, without any response, Pinger turned sharply, kneeling in the direction of the flaming sky: “Uncle Qiang, save him... Pinger, please save him... you can take Pinger's life or scrap his mending, please don't let him die...”

Flaming eyes swept past the body of the cold cliff, his breath was temporarily unbroken, but he had no chance of survival, without them having to do it, and in a few moments he would have no chance of survival. His eyes shifted to the screen, silent, his face revealed a little surprise and surprise, wondering why she had made such a gesture to plead for him, he bluntly said: “Dare to break into my North Emperor, he should have been aware of this moment long ago. Pinger, come back with me now, I can still keep you. If you persist so much... Alas, he is an evil sect after all, then the North Emperor will not be able to tolerate you because of him. ”

“No... Uncle Cang... Uncle Cang, as you can see, he is so powerful... you usually spare your life, if he can join the North Emperor Zong... me. I will convince him to serve the North Emperor Sect. Please forgive him and save him.” Pinger shook his head desperately and cried out in agony.

Flaming eyebrows shrugged and sighed in secret: “If you really think so, you are wrong about him. This is a man who will not kneel even if his legs are broken, unless he voluntarily, he will never betray his original master... Pinger, you are still young, I can't bear to let you ruin your heart like this, in that case, let you die sooner. ”

His right hand reached out, the void swung, a long iron sword on the ground flew off the ground, absorbed by him, his wrist flipped, the sword immediately drew a line of cold light and flew to the throat of the cold cliff.

The sword flew away with a sharp whistle, but the moment the long sword came off, the flaming eyes contracted sharply, and a panicked scream was going to roar out of the chest...

……

As the sword enters the body, the body that is pierced withholds the scream of the flaming sky about to exit. His high-ranking strength is so powerful that it is not easy to escape a cold cliff in full swing with a sword thrown at his fingertips. And with the power of Pinger's spiritual middle class, it is even less likely to capture its flight trajectory. But the moment the sword left his hand, he watched as the sword pierced the throat of the cold cliff was blocked by a body pounding in front of him. At that moment, the flames were completely unresponsive...

The sword passed through the left chest of the screen and pierced the heart directly. Her fragile body was not enough to completely contain the sword. The tip of the sword still went forward through her body to the cold cliff, but the direction pointed by the tip of the sword produced a slight change under the block, not dotted on the throat of the cold cliff, but slanted downwards and stabbed him hard into his left shoulder, straight into the bone.

A sword, one and a half kneeling, and a body lying there in a tight string, blood runs down the sword, top-down, from the back of the screen, and falls along the sword onto the left shoulder of the cold cliff. Mixed with his blood.

The stinging pain restored those slight awakenings on the cold cliff, where consciousness almost completely collapsed. Through his scattered eyes, he saw the sword in obscurity and saw the screen that was blocking his body and his heart was pierced with a sword.

The flames subsided and the faces of the four old men behind him were slightly turbulent. Flaming heaven took a step forward and sighed a long time: "Pinger, why are you bitter? ”

“Please… save him…"

The heart is the most vulnerable part of the human body. If a common man's heart is passed by a sharp instrument, he will die immediately. Though Pinger had shallow manipulations that could last longer than usual, her heart was worn and she had stepped into the dead door. There is no chance of survival. Her consciousness was drifting and her gaze in front of her was becoming blurred. She said slowly in a weak voice like a mosquito fly: "Uncle Huang... please... save him..."

He apologizes, but after all, he is not an emotional person and will not give up his principles because of his apologies. He closed his eyes with pain. “I have no children in my life, you have always been half my daughter, Pinger, go easy...”

His voice stopped and his eyebrows shook, and the eyes of the four behind him and dozens of others around him became gloomy and startled, staring dead in the direction of the screen.

Behind her, the otherwise lifeless cold cliff slowly straightened his body in a trembling wave. His movements were incredibly slow and seemingly difficult, as if a gust of wind had blown him down again. The sword that stabbed him in the shoulder sometime had detached from his shoulder, but the sword had never moved, and he held it tightly in his hand with his left hand, because once the sword was moved, the screen that stabbed him in the heart could kill him immediately.

When his head was raised, two points of the scarlet glow, like the demon's eye of terror, emitted a creepy cold bloodshed beneath the night. The eyes of all, if forcibly drawn by irresistible forces, are concentrated on these eyes at the same time, and at the same time they appear, a storm filled with endless resentment and sadness, like a sudden burst, cutting everyone's heart.

A thing called chestnut breeds and swells in everyone's mind... and then the legend of these eyes condenses into something called panic.

“Blood killer eyes!” Flaming eyebrows drink low. Everyone in the North Emperor Sect knows that Cold Cliff once opened his blood to kill demons at the Heavenly Star Demonic Martial Arts Congress, using a blade of void to kill Yan Zheng in seconds. At this moment, for the first time, he saw the Blood Killer Eye, but the first time he saw it, he would not hesitate to call out its name. Even he felt a cold chill all over his body as he faced these eyes.

“Bloody Demonic Killing Eye...”

“This should be Bloody Demonic Killing Eye! ”

“He is clearly a dying man, why... Bloody Killer Hitomi, is it really as scary as the legend? Be careful! ”

“Is it because he's dying... or because of Pinger? Anyway, today I want to see what happens after opening the Bloody Killer Eye... Don't be too nervous, how many of us are here and can't deal with a Bloody Killer Eye? ”

The voices of all four of the elderly behind the flames were low, and their opening also highlighted the considerable turmoil in their calm hearts. At the same time, in the midst of that covert and frightening slaughter, they all implicitly exhaled, without any reservations, to be fully prepared.

Unlike the first time he opened his eyes in endless resentment and discontent, this time he felt an endless sense of despair, endless resentment, and an infinite amount of pain inside that seemed to have been slowed down by countless blood blades.

Instead of attacking like a runaway demon, he gently held the body of the screen with his hands, moving slightly as if he were touching a blister that broke at the touch. Looking at her already bloodless face, she felt that she had no chance of recovering, a drop of red fluid dripping from his left eye, falling on the face of the screen, slipping gently along her cheek, pulling out a bloody trace.