Neither father nor son of the Zhao family is good. Yan Xing is not prepared to let anyone go. After killing Jia Ling and Zhao Yixiong, sooner or later Zhao Li and Zhao Zongze will be sent to hell.

Before he could leave, Zhao Li came first. Didn’t this mean that there was no place to be found after breaking through the iron shoes, and it took no effort to get there?

Yan Xing did not hide his murderous intentions. He rushed forward in two steps and kicked Zhao Li into the door. Then he closed the door with another kick and turned around to face the Zhao family and his son.

Zhao Li was pulled hard and staggered several times. After shaking a few times to steady his feet, he found that his youngest son Zhao Yixiong had also fallen into a pool of blood.

Seeing his son’s miserable state, Zhao Li was furious: “Yan Xing, you little beast! If you beat your own father, you won’t be afraid of being struck by lightning from the sky!”

Zhao Yixiong lay on the floor with a look of horror on his face: "Dad, save me! Save me quickly! Yan Xing killed Jia Ling, and he wants to kill me...Dad, save me..."

" Jia Ling is dead?" Zhao Li looked at the hall of the Yan family in horror and saw a large pool of flesh and blood in the hall, with a head next to it.

The hair on the head was messy and the face was covered in blood, but one could still recognize it as Jia Ling.

Zhao Li was so frightened that his legs shook as if they were swinging, and he scolded sternly: "Yan Xing, you are crazy! Killing for life, even if you kill Jia Ling, you won't survive! "

"You also know that killing someone requires a life. You killed my mother and grandma. Jia Ling is dead. Now it's your father and son's turn to go on the road."

Yan Xing smiled ferociously, beheaded Zhao Yixiong with one sword, and walked towards Zhao Li with the bloody sword.

"Beast, you little beast, you dare to kill your father! You are a scourge! I should have strangled you to death on the day you were born to prevent you from harming the Zhao family..." Zhao Li backed away in horror. , but he kept talking even when he was about to die.

Zhao Li refused to repent, and Yan Xing approached step by step with his sword in hand. But at this moment, Zhao Zongze’s cheerful shout came from outside - "Grandma, grandma, I’m here to see you!" "

A familiar voice came, and Yan Xing smiled at Zhao Li, who looked horrified: "You Zhao family father and son are worse than animals. Don't worry, you and your good son will go on the road first. I will take care of you later. Zhao Zongze will also be sent down to reunite with you."

"Yan Xing, I will fight with you!" Hearing the voice of his grandson Zhao Zongze, the frightened Zhao Li rushed towards Yan Xing like a furious lion. .

Zhao Li still remembered Zhao Zongze even before his death. Yan Xing raised his sword without hesitation: "You are so worried about your precious grandson Zhao Zongze, I will definitely help you."

He The sword swept across Zhao Li's shoulder, and the gourd on Zhao Li's neck flew out, his hypocritical face still maintained an angry expression.

　“Three already, and there areOut came Guo Furong and Zhao Zongze. "Having defeated Zhao Li with one sword, Yan Xing grabbed the sword and rushed to the door, waiting to send Zhao Zongze on the way.

But he waited and waited, but he didn't see Zhao Zongze. I opened the door and looked outside. It was empty. There was no trace of Zhao Zongze.

Where was Zhao Zongze?

Did he realize something was wrong and ran away?

Yan Xing chased after him. He ran so fast that the house and trees flew backwards. The next moment, he rushed to the place where Zhao Li lived.

Standing beside his mother In front of the property, he was about to turn around and leave when he heard bursts of laughter coming from the courtyard.

Yan walked in, walked through the mushroom field, and walked in through the open door of the small foreign-style building. I saw Zhao Li, Zhao Yixiong, Guo Furong and Mrs. Zhao entertaining Wang Yuxuan in the living room.

Wang Yuxuan and Zhao Zongze sat together affectionately.

Something was wrong, Zhao Li, Zhao Isn't Yixiong dead? Why are they still fine?

That trace of instinctive consciousness flashed away, so fast that Yan Xing didn't have time to catch it. He heard another voice shouting "Kill" "Kill him, kill him", he rushed towards the Zhao family and his sons.

There were screams in his ears, but he turned a deaf ear. He just wanted to cut the Zhao family and his sons into thousands of pieces, and chop them into pieces. After going crazy, Zhao Li, Zhao Yixiong and Guo Furong were cut into eight pieces.

But Zhao Zongze ran away.

Zhao Li held him back tightly. He killed him and allowed Zhao Zongze to escape.

Yan Xing chopped Zhao Li into firewood, and ignored the trembling Wang Yuxuan, Mrs. Zhao and Zhao Danxuan, and chased Zhao Zongze.

I don’t know why, but Zhao Zongze ran fast.

Yan Xing chased Zhao Zongze and ran back to the compound where his grandpa lived. He watched Zhao Zongze enter his grandpa’s house. When he chased Yan Xing, At home, I saw Jia Ling and Zhao Zongze sitting in the hall talking, as close as grandparents and grandchildren.

At this time, Yan Xing had no time to think about why Jia Ling, who was obviously dead, was alive again. There was only one target - Zhao Zongze.

He carried the sword and killed Zhao Zongze and Jia Ling, and once again chopped Jia Ling into pieces, but Zhao Zongze managed to escape again. It was Jia Ling who desperately dragged her away. He followed him and let Zhao Zongze escape.

Yan Xing, unwilling to accept it, angrily cut Jia Ling into thousands of pieces and pursued Zhao Zongze again, seemingly wanting to cut him into pieces to satisfy his hatred. .

This time, he followed the clues to Wang Guohong’s house, and Zhao Zongze and Wang Yuxuan were having a good time at the knees of Mrs. Wang Chenghuan of the Wang family.

Yan Xing rushed in, regardless of Cut without hesitationTo Zhao Zongze, the Wang family was in chaos.

But he still failed to kill Zhao Zongze. Wang Yuxuan hugged his legs and cried, forcing Zhao Zongze to escape.

Yan Xing kicked Wang Yuxuan away and pursued Zhao Zongze relentlessly. After chasing him around, he chased him back to the courtyard on Changning Street.

The small foreign-style building where Zhao Zongze and the Zhao family live is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and the family gathers together to celebrate the festival.

Yan Xing, filled with hatred in his heart, rushed into the small foreign-style building, pounced on his enemies like a wolf among sheep, and successfully chopped up Zhao Li, Zhao Yixiong and his son, and Guo Furong.

Zhao Zongze managed to escape again because Zhao Li and Zhao Yixiong helped him buy time.

Yan Xing pursued Zhao Zongze unswervingly and succeeded in finding the person every time, but every time someone protected Zhao Zongze, he always escaped successfully.

Just like certain memories reappearing over and over again, he also killed Zhao Li, Zhao Yixiong, Jia Ling and Guo Furong countless times. The only flaw was that Zhao Zongze was allowed to go free every time. .

Because he had killed his enemies countless times, the murderous intention in Yan Xing's heart also decreased with time. When he killed Jia Ling, Zhao Li and Zhao Yixiong again at Yan's house, he chased Zhao Zongze to Changning Street. In front of the yard, he stood stunned.

Staring at the wall of the courtyard for a long time, he murmured to himself: "No! Zhao Li, Zhao Yixiong, Jia Ling, and others were sentenced to death and shot. Zhao Zongze also committed suicide in prison.
< br />Those bastards were cremated, not even their bones were left. There is no way they could come alive and let me kill them happily.

And here, I remember clearly giving them away, who should I give them to? Oh...Oh, I obviously gave this place to little Lolita..."

Yan Xing, who was mumbling to himself, finally remembered someone he had forgotten, and was so frightened that he said... Got excited.

That cold shiver also made his brain, which was occupied by hatred and murderous intent, suddenly wake up, and his reason returned again. At the same time, the courtyard on Changning Street disappeared from his eyes, and what he saw was the quiet forest. magic weapon.

All the illusions disappeared, and Yan Xing couldn't react for a moment. He looked around blankly, and suddenly felt that his palms were hot. He lowered his eyes and saw a sword glowing with purple-red light in his hand.

In an instant, all the memories came to mind.

The complex memories include what happened before drawing the sword, and what happened after touching the sword with his hand. He also understood that he had fallen into an illusion before.

For some unknown reason, he fell into a fantasy world. Why was he able to kill the Zhao family and his son and Jia Ling and Guo Furong again and again in the fantasy world, but couldn't kill Zhao Zongze?

He measured the hot sword in his hand. The sword was three feet long and bronze in color.

The sword body is also engraved with patterns, and there are two characters engraved on one side of the sword.

That word is too profound, so profound that Yan Xing does not recognize it, and what troubles him the most is another question - the magic weapon can actually make people fall into an illusion. Is it a murder weapon or can it protect the master? Ji Rui’s magic weapon?

His expression became subtle.

Before he could figure out what to do, a strong feeling of exhaustion came over him. Yan Xing frowned, looked at himself with his consciousness, and suddenly realized that he had become a dirty old man!

The old man looked like a common beggar on the street. He hadn’t taken a shower in several months, and his clothes were covered with sweat. A two-inch long beard had grown on his chin, and his beard and hair had also grown. Tie a knot.

The dirty old man was not only dirty and slovenly, he also smelled bad.

"This... this is me?" Yan Xing's consciousness turned pale with shock. He, a handsome man, turned into a sloppy old man. If a little loli saw this...

Thinking that if the little loli saw his embarrassing appearance, Yan Xing would feel bad, so he immediately used the dust removal technique on himself.

Use the dusting technique to clean it several times, and then shave off the emerging beard.

After trimming his appearance, look again, well, the handsome man number one in the ancient Chinese cultivation world is back again!

However, this handsome man is a bit thin, and the green shadow under his eyes is almost turning black.

After admiring himself several times, Yan Xing took another inward look at his Dantian and Consciousness Sea. His consciousness was still good, at least half of the "water" was still there, but his Dantian had dried up.

When the real energy is exhausted, it’s no wonder that I feel tired.

Yan Xing sat calmly on the ground, placed the magic sword across his knees, and meditated quietly.

The humanoid beast cultivator, who had taken a fancy to him, suddenly felt that the murderous aura in a certain direction disappeared at a certain moment. He looked towards the human cultivator and saw that the young human cultivator had a calm aura and entered into cultivation. state.

Seeing the intact human youth, the beast cultivator was extremely shocked. How could that person who had obviously lost all consciousness, been possessed by a demon, and destined to be damaged, still wake up from the possessed state?

He couldn’t understand.

When that young human being fell into a demonic barrier, another human monk of the Mahayana order, about a thousand feet lower than their position, also fell into a demonic state when he came into contact with the magic weapon.

The possessed human Mahayana monk lost all his mind and danced crazily on the spot for three months before suddenly falling to the ground and dying.

The human race not far awayThe monk was still a little Nascent Soul, and he had been possessed by the devil for half a year. It was obviously impossible for him to survive in such a situation.

However, after being trapped in a demonic barrier for half a year, little Yuanying struggled out of it.

For the young human race to have such an adventure, there is only one possibility - life should not be cut off.

For those who should not die, it is naturally due to luck.

The humanoid beast cultivator deeply remembered the appearance of the young human monk, and once again concentrated on gathering strength to pull out the magic weapon. Even the small human Yuanying could successfully tame the magic weapon. There was no reason why he couldn't do it!