A hand was pulled out from a person's chest, and with that hand, there was a blood-red heart that was still beating slightly.
Plop!
The young man whose heart was dug out had a bloodless face. He opened his mouth in vain, trying to say something, but he didn't have any strength to speak and fell to the ground.
Lord Huo smiled, looking at the heart held in his left hand, and then at the young man who was still alive on the ground.
"Weiyun, I personally came to deal with you, you should feel honored and can die in peace." Lord Huo said with a faint smile.
The young man named Weiyun had resentment and unwillingness in his eyes. Unfortunately, he had lost his heart and was seriously injured. There was no possibility of survival.
With a pop, Lord Huo crushed the heart, blood spattered and pieces of flesh flew everywhere, but not even a trace was stained on Lord Huo's body.
The young man Weiyun stared at him and died like this. Until the moment of his death, he still stared at Lord Huo, as if he wanted to vent all his anger.
Lord Huo took out the fine silk and wiped his hands very carefully, although there was no trace of blood on Lord Huo's hands.
Only Lord Huo's closest confidants know that this is Lord Huo's habit. After every killing, Lord Huo will wipe his hands with a handkerchief, no matter what method was used to kill him, even if he didn't even touch the person who was killed. , Huo Jun has to wipe his hands.
The person killed by Lord Huo had extraordinary strength. He was Weiyun, the deputy master of Qianjin Pavilion in the Tang Dynasty. He was also a well-known figure in the Tang Dynasty and had extraordinary strength.
But such a character still died in Chaotic Demon Valley, at the hands of Lord Fire.
But it's no wonder that one of the four great killers of Hidden Kill Hall, Dangdang Huo Lord, if he can't deal with even a young man, then he doesn't deserve the title of Fire Lord.
After killing the person and wiping his hands, Lord Huo took out an apple from the Jiugong bag and chewed it slowly.
Several men in black stood aside, like invisible shadows, with restrained auras, but any movement around them could not escape their awareness.
In the distance, there was the sound of fierce fighting, and even though they were so far apart, they could still be felt.
"Lord Huo, what's the origin of the man carrying the cloth sword?" someone among the men in black asked.
Lord Huo took a bite of the apple, chewed it twice, and said, "I don't even know that person's name, but you may have heard of his name back then."
The men in black all listened attentively.
Lord Huo said slowly: "One cut will cut off the dust."
The few men in black were all shocked. A hundred years ago, Yi Dao Juechen, who had defeated many geniuses of the Three Kingdoms with one sword, was considered by many people at that time to be the best in the world among the younger generation.
However, Yi Dao Jue Chen was like a meteor, passing by in a hurry, shining brightly for a moment, and then disappeared. No one knew about his traces anymore. Basically, everyone thought that he was dead and died in some dangerous forbidden place.
Only a few people know that Yi Dao Jue Chen did not die, but chose to seal himself, sealing everything about himself at a great cost.
Until in recent years, the seal was lifted and Yi Dao Jue Chen was born again. The knife that had not killed anyone for a long time was still sharp.
"Yi Dao Jue Chen. If this person didn't claim to be self-proclaimed back then, I'm afraid there won't be many people in the huge Three Kingdoms who can be his opponent." Lord Huo murmured, finishing the apple and throwing away the rest. He took out the fruit core and took out the silk to wipe his hands.
"Then why does this Dao Juechen claim to be self-proclaimed?" the man in black asked again.
Lord Huo glanced at him, and the latter lowered his head, not daring to look at Lord Huo. This person was naturally Gu Hanshan.
"The reason for self-proclaimed is nothing more than one, to make myself stronger." Huo Lord said.
"My subordinates don't understand. If Jue Chen didn't claim to be himself, he would have been an extremely powerful person by now. Why would he still claim to be himself and waste a hundred years?" Gu Hanshan asked.
Lord Huo smiled and said: "In a hundred years, he has gained even more. Now that he appears again, his improvement will be unimaginable."
Several men in black were particularly surprised. Lord Huo's strength was already unfathomable, but he still had such a high opinion of that sword, Juechen, which already explained the problem.
Lord Huo looked towards the direction where the demonic energy and sword energy were constantly clashing, with the same gentle smile on his face as always.
"I'm afraid the commotion is going to be big." Lord Huo muttered to himself.
The battle was fierce, and the silver-haired woman and the Millennium Corpse Ginseng joined forces to kill the enemy with a single blow.
Yi Dao Jue Chen is indeed very powerful. The cloth knife in his hand is vertical and horizontal, suppressing the silver-haired woman.
If it weren't for the thousand-year-old corpse ginseng that acted as a sandbag that was not afraid of death or injury, constantly resisting Yi Juechen's offensive, the silver-haired woman would have been defeated long ago.
Even so, even if one demon and one ginseng join forces, they won't be able to take advantage at all. On the contrary, they will suffer even more losses.
"You two are so shameless, just watching the show and not doing anything!" The thousand-year-old corpse ginseng was slashed with a cloth knife and ran away, and couldn't help but cursed at the two young men in white.
The two young men in white complained secretly. They wanted to take action, but they were seriously injured. Forcing them to take action would only increase the injuries.
Just then, another uninvited guest arrived!
A tall man, holding a long sword, roared and slashed at Yi Dao Juechen the moment he appeared.
Seeing this person appear, the boy in white finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sure enough, this guy is here too. Fortunately, he still knows how to behave and doesn't mess around at this time." The boy in white said.
If Fang Lin were here, he would definitely be very familiar with that tall man, because Fang Lin had fought with him in a mountainous land outside the Qian Kingdom, and finally severely wounded him with the power in the sapphire blue ring.
This person is also the inheritor of the Supreme Temple!
Yi Dao Jue Chen didn't panic at all, and swung his sword to attack, easily blocking the opponent's attack, and instead shook the tall man to a shaking figure.
The tall man stared at Yi Dao Juechen with a gloomy face.
"You also showed up, and we happened to be here, so we solved it together, saving me the trouble of looking for it." Yidao Juechen said, and with a quick glance, he regarded the other three descendants of the Supreme Temple present as his primary target.
Including him, four of the twelve temple descendants have appeared at the same time.
call out! call out!
The sound of breaking through the air sounded, and the Xuanhai Dragon Bone Spear roared in.
Juechen responded with a cold look. He waved his cloth sword and heard a clang sound. The Xuanhai Jiao Bone Spear flew backwards and was held by a young man in his hand.
"It's so lively." Fang Lin came with a faint smile, holding the Xuanhai Jiao Bone Gun in his hand.
Yidao Juechen glanced at Fang Lin, and a very cold smile appeared on his face that had always remained calm.
"Is there another inheritance person? It seems that I am lucky today and can harvest the other four inheritances at the same time." Yi Dao Jue Chen said.