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He Yi was so loud, like a thunder and thunder, and suddenly the audience was silent, and countless eyes fell on the sharp sword that was bright in his hands.
In the crowd, Fan Tui and Chen He's face became ugly, and on the other side of the crowd, Old Ma frowned and shook his head.
As everyone's attention was drawn to him by He Yi in the field, Old Ma's eyes glanced slightly to the side, and suddenly he saw the moment on Lu Chen's face. A strange look.
His face looked like a sudden sudden sigh, his mouth was still tightly closed, and his gaze was a little bit flickering. He looked at the execution frame in the distance, his eyes only on the Demonic Cult who had completely lost his resistance and became the fish of others.
Around the crowd suddenly erupted a shout sound, at first, those who did not have any kind of human villagers, their feelings are the most simple and direct, their hatred of demonic cult is the most straightforward, after he was shouting, these people quickly abuse, To the man who was tied to the bastard, and someone threw a lot of stones, sundries, rubbish.
Then, it is the cultivator in the crowd. Those who have the lowest level of dispersal are a little excited and there are noises. The rest of the people will be quiet, but most of them are also sitting on the sidelines without any interruption.
The voices that were so mad and screaming were echoing around, and Lu Chen stood in the crowd, his face gradually becoming indifferent, and then staring deeply at the dying man.
Old Ma seems to think of something, his face is slightly changed, but he wants to say it again, a bitter smile on his lips, and then sighs gently, but after all, nothing is done, maybe nothing can be done.
The noise of the whistling drum is like a wave, and it is very turbulent. It can be seen that the name of Demonic Cult has already penetrated into the hearts of the people, and flocked to the field from all directions.
He Yi stood under the execution frame, and there was a strange feeling in his heart at this time. Of course, for this Demonic Cult enchanting behind him, he certainly did not have any sympathy. In fact, he and Demonic Cult were like a sea. And because he kept track of this matter a few days ago, this was arranged to come over today.
But in any case, the Demonic Cult who was tied to the execution frame did not have any resilience. After being caught yesterday, Kunlun Sect did not have any polite treatment for him. He was forced to ask all that should be said. After knowing the words, waiting for him is the end of today.
Perhaps in the past, Kunlun Sect will have some compassion to shut this kind of person, but the order passed down from above is unusually decisive and fierce.
No one doubts this decree, and even the Yuan Ying real person who often sings against the singer in the past few days does not dare. At the same time, Demonic Cult enchanted me to force Kunlun too, Kunlun will not be soft.
He Yi smiled coldly, but there was nothing too smug in his heart. With his knowledge and the way he is today, he would not feel that standing here is a special glory. But the one who arranged him to come over was the real person and the master, and he could not help.
They probably think that this is also good for themselves, can make a bad breath, or add a little reputation in front of everyone.
He Yi was cold and indifferent but smiled in his heart. Somehow, at the moment, his tall figure appeared in his mind, like a mountain that is unattainable, like Kunlun.
He closed his eyes and fixed his mind, then indulged his sword and crossed it under the sleazy neck of Demonic Cult.
In an instant, the surrounding crowds were sensational. Everyone widened their eyes and looked at the connection between the sword and the flesh and blood, looking forward to the moment when the blood splashed!
Blood seems to always irritate people.
From ancient times to the present, it has always been the same.
In the corner of the crowd, Chen He's eyes were slightly closed, his lips twitching slightly, and he seemed to read something whispered softly; Fan Tui was cold-eyed, like a sharp sword staring at He Yi's face.
On the farther side, Old Ma passed a look of worry and looked at Lu Chen.
Lu Chen's breathing was a little bit urgency, and his eyes twitched slightly.
Everything seems to be waiting for that moment.
Before the Kunlun Mountain Gate, suddenly all the sounds disappeared and it was silent.
Everyone is holding their breath, staring, waiting for the arrival of death!
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The long sword is abrupt, bright and dazzling, like a splendid evening that falls in the dusk in autumn, and like the catkins floating in the spring, beautiful and short, flashing between heaven and earth.
The man’s head was smashed by the sword and was seen by the world. The face was young and handsome, with blood marks left, some Xu, his eyebrows, his eyes, his mouth, his ears, and ordinary people. Generally, there is no difference.
He used to seem to be in a coma, but perhaps the icy thorn of the sword roused him, or the screaming screaming of him before, the young man suddenly opened his eyes.
In the first time, his pupil was reflected in the shining light of the sword, and the sword was filled with his eyes, so the whole world was cold.
At that moment, he suddenly seemed to see everything around him, Li Jian, He Yi, execution frame, and countless onlookers; at that moment, he seemed to be trembling, with fears that could not be concealed; but when the sword light passed The sky, when he fell to him, the young man suddenly quieted down.
He laughed.
He looked up desperately and looked at the clear, bright sky.
The sky is blue, like a gentle gaze, like an innocent sea, watching the waves will drown him, and integrate his body into the clear.
The young man’s face suddenly had light, as if he had seen any magnificent scenery, the crowd was stunned, all kinds of horror, Chen He and Fan Tui were shocked at the same time, and there was a shock in the face, and Fan Tui’s eyes had a tear. The light flashed past.
In the distance, Lu Chen suddenly took a step forward, his face slightly distorted, but at this moment, a hand suddenly came out from the side, grabbed him.
The hand is fat and warm, and powerful like cast iron.
Lu Chen immediately calmed down and then bowed his head.
"The true God is down, three unified three realms…"
The young man suddenly screamed out loud and screaming, and the voice was as strong as the autumn, shaking people's hearts, but after a while, all the sounds came to an abrupt end.
It ends in a bright, sword-like light.
He Yi calmly and calmly waved out the sword, and the sword smashed the head of the young man.
"Bone is ……"The broken head fell to the ground and rolled forward for a while, and the blood that followed came spurt out and sprinkled between the heavens and the earth.
Red is glaring and suffocating.
He Yi had a disgusting color in his eyes, and stepped back, avoiding the blood of this puff, and then slowly turned to face the crowd and lifted the sword.
There was a drop of blood on the blade, and it dripped down a little.
It dyed the ground and stained the eyes of everyone around.
"Call…"A burst of cheers erupted from the crowd, and laughter and screams were intertwined, and countless faces of different looks, such as a scroll of the world. And when you look through the scene with blood, with a little bloody, it is like a glimpse of a hundred ghost nights.
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Many people's eyes fell on He Yi.
With awe and envy.
He Yi took two steps forward and sighed: "This is the secret of Demonic Cult. It is secretly mixed into the door of Kunlun. I am deliberate and mischievous. It was a fierce hair in the day before. It was the result of killing me under the Kunlun door. The brutality of its means is straightforward."
Having said that, He Yi's voice is very low, looking around countless crowds, saying: "When I saw Zhang Shidi's body, there were only four words, it was 'worry!' Demonic Cult enchanted and hurts the world, doing evil things, although the heavens and the earth have a good life, but my Kunwu discipline can never be sent to death, my Kunlun Sect can not let this enchanting in my mountain door do whatever you want! ”
"Today's punishment is my Kunlun Sect for the heavens!"
The last sentence, saying that it is like iron, is like a mountain. For a time, everyone looks at it. He looks at He Yi and throws his sword at high altitude. Then he turns and walks straight to Kunlun Mountain.
Behind him, only the wind screamed, the voice was sharp, and the sound of the emptiness was instantly eager. The long sword fell from the sky, and it seemed that the blade of the sky was unstoppable. It went straight into the criminal frame, and it slammed into the chest of the corpse. Running through!
Suddenly in the crowd, suddenly there was a burst of shouting and good voices, and countless people applauded, especially those who did not have a road to be more excited, so screaming.
Fan Tui in the crowd was so trembled, gnashing his teeth, screaming at his heart, and using the smallest voice to Chen He, screaming: "This is a beast, I, I, I will kill this person!"
Chen He slowly nodded, his eyes were also looking at the Kunlun Mountain Gate, his eyes were cold.
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On that day, Kunlun Sect publicly executed a Demonic Cult traitor, claiming that it was the man who had secretly killed the smugglers. At this time, only a few days away from the death of Zhang Zhi, Kunlun Sect was determined to shake the mountains and rivers.
The blood-stained execution stand was erected outside the Kunlun Mountain Gate. It had not been removed for many days, and no one had collected the corpse for the Demonic Cult.
In Kunlun Sect, the atmosphere changed abruptly, and the prestige of the free moon rose sharply. The voice of criticism suddenly weakened a lot, and Yuan Deng, Mingzhu and other Yuan Ying real people expressed their appreciation and praised the livelihood of the leisure. Yes, it is a great fortune to take the initiative to make a decision, and this is the blessing of my Kunlun Sect.
On the night of that day, the moon rose again.
Lu Chen sat alone on the cliff of Feiyantai, looking up at the cold and lonely moon, looking indifferent, thinking in his heart: from the full moon night, only four days.
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