It's him!
Yes, that bloody man is Mr. Thousand Faces.
At the most critical moment, he finally used his most powerful weapon.
The goddess scatters flowers!
Although his right arm was wounded by the sword, he had not lost the ability to move. At the last moment, he activated the Heavenly Lady's Scattered Flowers, turning all the black-armored soldiers around him into dead people!
This was the first time he used the smallpox to scatter flowers. The huge power and wonderful scene it emitted shocked even him.
It's a pity, it's a pity that Chu Shaoyang escaped.
The Thousand-faced Master looked at him with regret, his right arm hanging down weakly.
What a pity! What a pity!
It's a pity that Tiannu Sanhua can only be activated once, otherwise, he will never let Chu Shaoyang go!
Chu Shaoyang obviously saw this. He sneered at the corner of his mouth and slowly raised the soft sword in his hand. His inner strength was everywhere, and the snake-like agile blade became straight.
"It seems that I still underestimated your ability. As long as I give you a chance to breathe, you will make such a big noise. Very good. Now I will cut off your hand tendons and foot tendons. I think you can still What kind of tricks are you playing!”
He walked towards Young Master Qianmian step by step.
Although the Heavenly Lady Scattered Flowers was activated, the Thousand-faced Young Master's physical strength was already stretched to the limit. He watched helplessly as Chu Shaoyang got closer and closer, swaying, unsteady on his feet, and fell down.
Under him was the earth soaked with blood, and the corpses of the black-armored soldiers lay scattered everywhere. He sat among the corpses, showing a nonchalant smile.
Very good, Chu Shaoyang has not discovered the secret in the carriage until now. As long as he doesn't find her, it's up to him how he wants to deal with him, he doesn't care!
The only thing he regretted was that she didn't know his name until he died.
"What's your name! Tell me that I won't kill nameless ghosts with my sword!" Chu Shaoyang pointed the tip of his sword at his eyebrows and said every word.
"You want to know my young master's name? Are you worthy?" Young Master Qianmian opened his eyes wide and stared at Chu Shaoyang for an instant. His name only wanted to be told to one person, Chu Shaoyang, he Not worthy!
Due to excessive blood loss, his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood. The tendons in his left hand were severed and hung by his side without any feeling, as if he was disabled.
He knew clearly that once Chu Shaoyang's long sword came out, he would no longer be spared, but he still refused to give in at all.
"You still have to speak harshly when you are about to die! But I will not kill you. After breaking your tendons and tendons, and then destroying your pipa bones, I will put you in a big urn and give it to someone. He has been thinking about you day and night, and I believe you know who he is without me saying his name. This is the price you have to pay for killing my most beloved girl!"
Chu Shaoyang sneered, and the long sword suddenly came out and pierced the Qianmian Young Master's right wrist.
Young Master Qianmian shouted, shrunk his body, and faced the tip of Chu Shaoyang's long sword with his head.
He would rather die than suffer such an insult!
"Want to die? Is it so easy?" Chu Shaoyang's sword circled gently, avoiding the vital point of Young Master Thousand Faces, and stabbed his wrist diagonally.
In this flash of lightning, suddenly, he felt something hit the hilt of his sword, and his mouth trembled. The sword in his hand was uncertain, and it flew out.
He was shocked and angry. He hurriedly looked and shouted, "Who is it?"