Lü Gui's head was chopped off by a knife, and blood gushed out and fell on the ground, forming the shape of flowers. But even after the head fell to the ground, Lü Gui's fist still did not stop, and it still hit Mo Wen's chest heavily. Only to hear the crisp sound of snapping, and Mo Wen's bones were almost broken in half at that moment. He hurriedly withdrew his knife and stepped back, and then the long knife slipped out of his hand, and his body fell heavily to the ground, falling next to Jimo Huaxue.
At this moment, Jimo Huaxue had fainted. Mo Wen fell beside her and could just see her cheek. At this moment, Mo Wen suddenly had an urge to reach out and touch her, but he found that he could not lift his arm at all. He smiled bitterly and said, "It seems that I can't do it even if I take advantage of someone's misfortune."
“Lü Gui!” Lü Song saw Lü Gui dead and shouted angrily. He raised his hands and knocked Dongfang Xiaoyue and the others away. He grabbed the sword and strode towards Mo Wen, “I’ll kill you!”
"Stop him!" Dongfang Xiaoyue threw a rope from her arms and tied Lu Song's right foot.
The man in green rolled over to Mo Wen's side, picked up Jimo Huaxue's sword, and stood in front of the two of them. His hand holding the sword was still trembling slightly: "Is he going to die?"
"I'm going to die, are you afraid?" Wang Buchen also walked to his side, "Anyway, I'm quite scared."
The man in blue took a step back: "You go first, I'll cover you!"
Lu Haoxian, who was not far away, saw the scene here, but was not shocked. Instead, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He stepped back, swung his long sleeves, and wrapped them around Li Wai's three-kneeling head: "I will accompany you guys to play here today." After saying that, he shook Li Wai away, jumped towards the shore, and screamed as he ran.
After hearing Lu Haoxian's instructions, the visitors from Yingzhou on the shore fished out several dead companions from the sea water, and then walked away on the waves without any hesitation. As a result, the only living person from Yingzhou in the entire scene was Lu Song.
Lu Song raised his head, looked at the island of Yingzhou in the distance, and sneered, "So this is what you had planned, Lu Xuanshui."
On Yingzhou, Lv Xuanshui's eyes seemed to be looking at Lv Song through the clouds. He murmured, "Lv Song and Lv Gui grew up with Xuanyun and me. They are the two people I am closest to in Yingzhou now."
"But they both betrayed the Lord back then." Lu Fanxian whispered.
"Back then, they hesitated for a long time between me and Xuanyun, but finally chose to help Xuanyun." Lu Xuanshui sighed, "Since they made that choice back then, they should have thought about the consequences today."
Lu Fanxian nodded and said, "My Lord, you are right."
"Fanxian." Lu Xuanshui stood up and walked past Lu Fanxian. "After today, my last friend in the world will be gone."
Lu Fanxian lowered his head, pondering the melancholy and sadness in Lu Xuanshui's words, and dared not say much. It was difficult for you to know what was true and what was false among the emotions deliberately revealed by this moody Lord of Yingzhou.
Bai Jile, who was on the mountainside, also stood up. He had been observing the scene on the shore since the moment those people set out. At this moment, he sighed softly, "It seems that the ending is already determined."
At the coast, Lu Song swung his sword and cut the long rope under his feet. At this time, with the departure of all the visitors from Yingzhou, the disciples of various alliances all rushed over and surrounded him.
"I probably only have the last stick of incense left of my time in this world." Lu Song clenched the sword in his hand.
Dongfang Xiaoyue whispered, "This person is not easy to deal with, everyone should not act rashly."
"Please, everyone, bury me and my brother together." Lu Song rushed out with a sword.
At the same time, Feng Yuhan's knife, Dongfang Yunqi's spear, Junzi Li Wai's three kneeling heads, Dongfang Xiaoyue's Zhuyan pen, several famous weapons attacked him at the same time, but Lu Song ignored them all and avoided them all with unimaginable wonderful body movements, then rushed into the crowd, and with a swing of his long sword, more than a dozen disciples flew into the air, and when they landed, their heads and bodies were separated.
"End your life while flying." Lu Song turned sideways and swung his sword again, and another dozen disciples flew out.
"He's crazy, we must stop him!" Dongfang Xiaoyue threw the Zhu Yan small brush directly at Lu Song's back. The Zhu Yan small brush pierced through Lu Song's body, but he just paused for a moment, then turned around and grinned at Dongfang Xiaoyue: "It's useless. You can't save them, just like I can't save my brother."
Dongfang Xiaoyue was stunned for a moment, then shouted, "Run. Run!"
There were nearly a thousand disciples from each sect in the field, and the opponent had only one person left. Dongfang Xiaoyue called on everyone to run at this time? This seemed to be an outrageous thing, but Lu Song turned around and killed more than a dozen people, until Feng Yuhan's long sword fell to the ground, blocking Lu Song's sword, and then he also shouted: "Run!"
The disciples of each sect finally reacted, and except for a few elites, the rest of the disciples all ran away. But Lu Song immediately chased after them with a sword. No matter how Feng Yuhan and others tried to stop him, Lu Song didn't care. He would rather get stabbed a few times than chop off the heads of those ordinary disciples. While killing them, he laughed loudly: "Despair? Yes, it's despair! Although you are powerful in martial arts and can save your own lives, you can't stop me from killing all your disciples! Even if you try your best, you can't protect them!"
Half an incense stick later, Dongfang Yunwo's spear finally pierced through Lu Song's chest. At this moment, there were corpses all around Lu Song, and the ground was dyed blood red. The long sword in his hand was even more enchanting and terrifying than Jimo Huaxue's red sword. Lu Song half-knelt on the ground with the long sword in his hand stuck in the ground. He smiled and said, "They died earlier than I thought. Give me a little more time and I can kill them all."
Feng Yuhan stood in front of him, shaking slightly as he held the knife. He had been in the martial arts world for decades, but this was the first time he had seen such a scene. He shouted angrily, "You lunatic!"
“Hahahahahaha, Lu Xuanshui!” Lu Song shouted angrily to the sky, “I’ll be waiting for you down there! We in Yingzhou are not immortals at all. We are all cursed sinners! Our long lifespans are our curse, and the sins we leave behind…”
"You're still talking nonsense when you're about to die." Feng Yuhan walked up to him and chopped off his head with a knife, without letting him finish the last half of his sentence.
Above Yingzhou, Lu Xuanshui flicked his index finger lightly, startling a white butterfly that had landed in his hand. "A sinner? How ridiculous, really ridiculous."