It wasn’t until the fourth row that a member of Satan’s organization in the lobby was killed that he realized that an abnormal situation had happened behind him. In fact, it’s no wonder that they were left with a feeling of rage and strong bloodthirsty at this time. The speed of rampage was really amazing, but who could finish the reaction in such a short time? But when all those people came here for nothing, what happened in the lobby was a mess, and it was like a blockbuster that was smashed in this pot of porridge, and several residues were thrown into the boiling water.
At the deep end of the lobby, a long stone case was placed there. An old man with a bald head and a robe stabbed a woman lying on the case with a curved crescent dagger. Although her eyes were closed, she was shivering in a white robe, but judging from her consciousness, she should still be on the verge of death.
The left eyes crossed the scattered Satan members firmly stared at the woman lying on the stone case. He wanted to see if it was Jiang Haimei, but now his eyes were full of blood red, and his eyesight was lowered because of this red cover. Plus, the light around the stone case was dim, but he couldn’t see the woman clearly.
Holding the dagger and stabbing the old man, he was also startled by this sudden commotion. His hand froze in the middle and he looked back in surprise. He shouted at his disciples and disciples. The crowd retreated toward the end of the hall like a tide, but when he saw what was left over, his eyes immediately became cold. In the blood rain, it was like a burning flame, which not only killed those Satan members, but also burned his eyes when the old man looked over.
The old man shivered secretly in his heart. He never saw the longing for death anywhere else in his eyes. It seemed that a living thing was a pile of rotten meat in his eyes, and it was absolutely worthless.
Judging from the posture of the old man holding a dagger, he should also be an old hand who is familiar with killing skills, but he has never seen too much of this kind of look. That is to say, he has abandoned compassion and regarded himself as a spokesman for death before he can have a look. For the rest of life at this time, except those who still care about himself, others are just bundles of rice waiting for him to cut and pack.
The old man’s heart trembled, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. It was that he had not reproduced the change of heart for many years, but at this time, he was left with momentum and bullying, but it surged again, so that he once again tasted what it was like to be afraid for a long time.
After the old man’s eye contact for a while, he felt a strong danger around him. It was revealed after years of killing, but it was definitely not faked by disguise. Although it was left, he was still immersed in the excitement of killing, but he was alert to the dangerous moment, but his subconscious immediately made him pause in the chaotic thoughts. Looking at the dagger still shivering, his body was left in his mind, and firecrackers were exploding. He was faced with the choice of whether to rush or sit tight, but he lost his mind at the moment.
The old man immediately noticed the changes left. He is now a sophisticated man. From the hesitation left, he knew that he was now a grinning man. The dagger at the corner of the old man’s mouth drew a silver line in the middle and went straight to the woman’s chest.
Chapter one hundred and forty-seven Lost souls
Don’t leave your eyes wide open as soon as he is in extreme fear. Immediately, the long knife flickered and rushed to the place where he disappeared. Black fog and white ripples burst again. That was left when the feeling was urgent. Once again, he stepped into the level of supersonic speed. The surrounding sound was far away from him. Passers-by were thrown away by unknown forces. The impact of this force was more threatening than the left long knife. After hitting the wall of the colonnade, the middle man was smashed into patties without even humming.
There is no screaming and crying, and the members of Satan’s organization have become dumb as walking dead in this great pressure and fear. Now they have a consciousness echoing in their minds, that is, find a place to hide quickly and don’t be touched by that bloody malefic, because once it is left, it will be a dead knot.
The breath of red power soared again, and half of the lobby was filled with this color. In the expansion of power, the breath seemed to have been torn a big mouth and presented a true state to the people who were still alive.
People are holding their necks and gasping like fish thrown ashore, but it is empty for them to get into their lungs. The breath of death really pours a piece of body twisted by suffocation.
The figure left is now in front of the old man, and his long knife has been waved without concrete shape. There is a piece of light left flashing to stop the old man, so it is necessary to plunge into the woman’s chest and watch the light curtain sprinkle a large piece to block the dagger’s way, but at the same time, a mountain-like shadow suddenly rushed from the shadow behind the stone case, leaving the knife potential to be seen clearly, but the shadow seems to be a little faster than him. It actually smashed the light curtain dagger and castrated a narrow passage at a moment.
The old man’s face was ferocious with a smile and a hint of fear, but he was still keeping his body still, but his hand didn’t stop. The dagger was cut off by silver light, and he plunged down that passage. A faint sigh came from the dying woman’s mouth, and a pool of red blood spread rapidly on her chest. The white robe straightened stiffly, and then the soul seemed to leave quickly and become soft again. The body was faint in the stone case.
At this moment, it seems to have solidified, leaving the eyes that were full of tyranny and cruelty and disappeared in an instant. Instead, it was despair, cold and despair. The breath of red power stopped lingering. Now it is like a monument standing behind him, and it has disappeared from the breath. It seems that the breath has lost its power in solidification. The only thing that quietly establishes its source is the bottomless despair.
After the curtain of the long sword was scattered by the shadow, it never formed an effective defense. The shadow also bounced back in the curtain. It was a dark ink stick, but it was a golden wood from the reflection it gave off. I didn’t know what made the stick. It was a man who was covered in a gray robe. Because his head was covered by a wide hood, his eyebrows were hidden in the shadow. No one could see his appearance clearly, but from the height and physique, it was a man who was suspicious.
In fact, this man could have attacked again when he was left at this time, but he seemed to be infected with despair and the black stick stayed in his hand and didn’t move again
The old man with a dagger in his hand is also stiff at this time. His eyes are going round and round to see the woman who has already died in his hand. He doesn’t know what to do in a depressing atmosphere. The old man has already killed many people in this blood sacrifice ceremony held over the years, but this is the first time that he was interrupted in the middle of the ceremony and then interrupted by others. Before he died in the ceremony, he exuded this chilling despair. This despair can not be seen from the eyes left, but it seems that it comes from every part of his body. After losing hope, people who immerse themselves in heartbreak and don’t leave a little way out for themselves can now despair. This despair is also instantly impacting the hearts of people who feel it. If they come into contact with this despair, they will feel the same way, and they will be firmly tied to their thinking and then slowly sink into the sea of confusion with it.
What’s left now is like a statue of a stone sculpture clay figurine. He doesn’t want to talk about it. Even the long knife in his hand seems to be firmly welded to his body. The cold blade looks gray and fluffy, and the red power ripples have long since retreated, leaving a dead air condensed on the surface.
At this time, the rest of the body seems to have been frozen by the ice of ten thousand years. There is no sign of breathing from his nose. I don’t know where the blood color has gone. It has turned white and his face is blue and black, which makes him look like a zombie who has long died. If it weren’t for the red strength breath quietly established on his back, it would still reflect a little warmth in the blue and black. In other people’s eyes, it is really no longer necessary to fight, and it will make him disappear with a gentle poke.
But now no one dares to poke him, because although it seems that there is no life left now, it is as desperate as a veil and mist, but it is chilling. At this time, who wants to offend a person who has no consciousness, strong spirit and full of sorrow?
There was a dead silence in the lobby, and all the living people looked at the Iceman with one-handed knife and no words in shock. The Iceman had really disappeared, but the people who had been really taken out of life were now lying on the ground with their faces twisted. They were still holding their hands and holding their necks, curled up and filled with death information.
Dead silence, dead silence, in this silence, people finally moved. The old man is worthy of being a veteran killer. After being crushed by the desperate breath left, he immediately felt vaguely that he was not strong enough to hold up his sanity. The old man tried hard to turn the dagger in his hand to break the feeling of suffocation around him.
Don’t leave your eyes wide open as soon as he is in extreme fear. Immediately, the long knife flickered and rushed to the place where he disappeared. Black fog and white ripples burst again. That was left when the feeling was urgent. Once again, he stepped into the level of supersonic speed. The surrounding sound was far away from him. Passers-by were thrown away by unknown forces. The impact of this force was more threatening than the left long knife. After hitting the wall of the colonnade, the middle man was smashed into patties without even humming.
There is no screaming and crying, and the members of Satan’s organization have become dumb as walking dead in this great pressure and fear. Now they have a consciousness echoing in their minds, that is, find a place to hide quickly and don’t be touched by that bloody malefic, because once it is left, it will be a dead knot.
The breath of red power soared again, and half of the lobby was filled with this color. In the expansion of power, the breath seemed to have been torn a big mouth and presented a true state to the people who were still alive.
People are holding their necks and gasping like fish thrown ashore, but it is empty for them to get into their lungs. The breath of death really pours a piece of body twisted by suffocation.
The figure left is now in front of the old man, and his long knife has been waved without concrete shape. There is a piece of light left flashing to stop the old man, so it is necessary to plunge into the woman’s chest and watch the light curtain sprinkle a large piece to block the dagger’s way, but at the same time, a mountain-like shadow suddenly rushed from the shadow behind the stone case, leaving the knife potential to be seen clearly, but the shadow seems to be a little faster than him. It actually smashed the light curtain dagger and castrated a narrow passage at a moment.
The old man’s face was ferocious with a smile and a hint of fear, but he was still keeping his body still, but his hand didn’t stop. The dagger was cut off by silver light, and he plunged down that passage. A faint sigh came from the dying woman’s mouth, and a pool of red blood spread rapidly on her chest. The white robe straightened stiffly, and then the soul seemed to leave quickly and become soft again. The body was faint in the stone case.
At this moment, it seems to have solidified, leaving the eyes that were full of tyranny and cruelty and disappeared in an instant. Instead, it was despair, cold and despair. The breath of red power stopped lingering. Now it is like a monument standing behind him, and it has disappeared from the breath. It seems that the breath has lost its power in solidification. The only thing that quietly establishes its source is the bottomless despair.
After the curtain of the long sword was scattered by the shadow, it never formed an effective defense. The shadow also bounced back in the curtain. It was a dark ink stick, but it was a golden wood from the reflection it gave off. I didn’t know what made the stick. It was a man who was covered in a gray robe. Because his head was covered by a wide hood, his eyebrows were hidden in the shadow. No one could see his appearance clearly, but from the height and physique, it was a man who was suspicious.
In fact, this man could have attacked again when he was left at this time, but he seemed to be infected with despair and the black stick stayed in his hand and didn’t move again
The old man with a dagger in his hand is also stiff at this time. His eyes are going round and round to see the woman who has already died in his hand. He doesn’t know what to do in a depressing atmosphere. The old man has already killed many people in this blood sacrifice ceremony held over the years, but this is the first time that he was interrupted in the middle of the ceremony and then interrupted by others. Before he died in the ceremony, he exuded this chilling despair. This despair can not be seen from the eyes left, but it seems that it comes from every part of his body. After losing hope, people who immerse themselves in heartbreak and don’t leave a little way out for themselves can now despair. This despair is also instantly impacting the hearts of people who feel it. If they come into contact with this despair, they will feel the same way, and they will be firmly tied to their thinking and then slowly sink into the sea of confusion with it.
What’s left now is like a statue of a stone sculpture clay figurine. He doesn’t want to talk about it. Even the long knife in his hand seems to be firmly welded to his body. The cold blade looks gray and fluffy, and the red power ripples have long since retreated, leaving a dead air condensed on the surface.
At this time, the rest of the body seems to have been frozen by the ice of ten thousand years. There is no sign of breathing from his nose. I don’t know where the blood color has gone. It has turned white and his face is blue and black, which makes him look like a zombie who has long died. If it weren’t for the red strength breath quietly established on his back, it would still reflect a little warmth in the blue and black. In other people’s eyes, it is really no longer necessary to fight, and it will make him disappear with a gentle poke.
But now no one dares to poke him, because although it seems that there is no life left now, it is as desperate as a veil and mist, but it is chilling. At this time, who wants to offend a person who has no consciousness, strong spirit and full of sorrow?
There was a dead silence in the lobby, and all the living people looked at the Iceman with one-handed knife and no words in shock. The Iceman had really disappeared, but the people who had been really taken out of life were now lying on the ground with their faces twisted. They were still holding their hands and holding their necks, curled up and filled with death information.
Dead silence, dead silence, in this silence, people finally moved. The old man is worthy of being a veteran killer. After being crushed by the desperate breath left, he immediately felt vaguely that he was not strong enough to hold up his sanity. The old man tried hard to turn the dagger in his hand to break the feeling of suffocation around him.
Chapter one hundred and forty Wake up in the flames of revenge
The purpose of the old man’s move is to break the dead silence here and relieve the breathless feeling. This idea is also right. When his hand twisted, the dagger was inserted again, especially as the dagger turned, a large amount of blood immediately poured out of the dead woman’s chest, which immediately left the woman half immersed in blood. The red blood seemed to be as bright red as the breath of strength. It looked shocking.
The grimace of a grin hung up the corner of the old man’s mouth again. He felt that he could be shrouded in despair that almost made people collapse, and he could break free with a trace of sanity. This is indeed without tenacious spirit. Now he secretly admired himself in his heart, but he didn’t expect that it was left. At this time, he was stimulated by the blood left by the woman again, and the hole of despair in his heart was instantly washed away by blood. In Shi Huo, he was stimulated to wake up by a huge spiritual enlightenment force, but his awakening did not. It’s not sanity, it’s his bloodthirsty and vengeful heart that suddenly jumps to other feelings, but it’s still sealed in the depths of his heart, and the killing is willing to control his body to do conscious movement
Facing the man with the gray robe left, he was still twisting the dagger. The old man didn’t expect his opponent to be able to pull it out of such deep and deep despair. The old man thought that after awakening his consciousness, he could command them to hug and crush the rest into dust. But he never expected that when he woke up first, everyone had lost their vitality, and the red power of the enemy was flying again. Long Dao, the lifeless scene had faded, and the red ripples rippled on the blade again. In this short moment, it was like rolling in hell and then coming back here with rage.
