When Ge Hui died, his eyes were wide open. He couldn't believe that he died at the hands of ten slaves, just ten... slaves from the lower realm!
It wasn't until the last Ge Hui died that Xi Jia, who had been standing still, fell to the ground with a bang.
The flesh and blood on his body began to slowly melt into blood, and finally evaporated and disappeared.
The most powerful move of the Heavenly Demon Golden Body is Bone Demon Slash, which uses my flesh and blood to turn into bone slash, uses offense as defense, and defends to the death.
The last expression of the ten of them left in this world was a smile that dissipated with the melting of flesh and blood, gratified and without regret.
Following Miss is the greatest luck in their life, even if they die ten thousand times, they will have no regrets.
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Also outside Yanjing City, Qian Yu's gaze swept across not far away, where there were several corpses lying here and there, including Ge Hui who was at the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage.
A contemptuous mockery flashed in her eyes.
Four Nascent Soul warriors couldn't deal with ten body-refining trash, they were embarrassing to their Lou family, they deserved their death.
However, when his eyes fell on the young man who was riddled with holes all over his body, which was equivalent to being executed by Ling Chi, Qian Yu's eyes showed a hint of admiration.
The mask on Gu Liufeng's face has long been broken, revealing a coquettish and handsome face, but there is a hideous scar on his face.
Qian Yu has a good impression of young people with such looks. The women in the Lou family like to keep male pets. If this young man is not so brave and desperate to stop him, Qian Yu might not be such a killer.
At this time, Gu Liufeng's body was full of deep bone wounds, and the flesh and blood that had been turned out were still trembling slightly because of his weak breathing.
It was all cut by Qian Yu's wind blade attack, which is really equivalent to Ling Chi who was cut into pieces by thousands of knives.
This kind of pain is definitely not something ordinary people can bear, but this young man never retreated a step from the beginning to the end.
The sword in Qian Yu's hand lightly turned into a sword flower, looked down at the young man curled up on the ground, his body trembling slightly, and said leisurely: "Tsk tsk, it's a pity that such a handsome person died. But, who let You followed the wrong master!"
As he spoke, the sword in his hand stabbed suddenly, and the sound of the sharp blade piercing through flesh and blood was so clear.
With this sword strike, Gu Liufeng would be completely dead immediately.
Qian Yu was about to draw the sword back, but the sword stuck in his body didn't move at all.
Qian Yu frowned, and was about to use her internal strength, but saw the young man who was curled up, as if he was extremely weak, opened his eyes.
Those were a pair of gorgeous peach blossom eyes, with the tails of the eyes slightly raised, as if they were passionate, but also as if they were deeply in love.
Qian Yu instinctively felt a little weirdness, and saw a mocking smile slowly rise in those peach blossom eyes.
In this ridicule, there is also a desperate madness.
The next moment, Qian Yu's eyes widened in shock.
She suddenly felt the crazily running spiritual power at Gu Liufeng's dantian, the fluctuation of spiritual power hundreds of times stronger than before.
A strand of golden silk flew out soundlessly, binding the two of them tightly.
Qian Yu suddenly raised his head, only to see the originally clear night sky, but at some point above his head had already been covered with thunderclouds.
The rumbling sound, carrying a powerful coercion, roared above them.
"You! Are you advancing?!" Qian Yu felt that the person in front of him was crazy, absolutely crazy! !
This person was beaten all over by himself and was dying, but he didn't dodge or resist, but quietly brewing promotion? !