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Seeing this, Ou Chuyang tightened his black flame sword. What he feared most now was that the scholar would recover as before. If that were the case, Ou Chu would not have the energy to fight against him again. Therefore, he could only use his cold and fierce aura to firmly lock the scholar.

The scholar rose from the ground, and the long black wind was messy with sand, and it was not as elegant as the scholar before. Due to excessive excitement, the scholar's forehead veins suddenly appeared, almost like his skin was about to break, and the bloodshots could be clearly seen.

Trembling, the scholar stared at Ou Chuyang with his eyes and said viciously: "Ou Chuyang, you are very good. I will record what happened today. I, Qiu Yuliang, will be found again. I hope you don't die too early. The next time you meet, it will be your death." Qiu Yuliang's timidity in his words made everyone present breathe a sigh of relief. This battle lasted for so long, and even god-like figures would feel tired. Now seeing that the situation between the scenes has eased, everyone has relaxed. However, there is another person who has not reduced his fighting spirit at all, that is Ou Chuyang.

Holding the knife, Ou Chuyang raised his head slightly and said coldly: "You must live well too. When you see you again next time, you won't leave so easily." To be honest, he didn't want to let Qiu Yuliang go just like this. If one enemy is as powerful as the former, one will reduce some trouble and a little less danger. But Ou Chuyang knew that his current physical condition could not keep Qiu Yuliang at all. But he had to do what he wanted to do, otherwise, he would find that he was weak and would inevitably make his mind killing.

As expected, after Qiu Yuliang's words tested, he did not find that Ou Chuyang was willing to give in. With a secret hatred in his heart, the former could only give up the idea of ​​suddenly killing. His eyes were slightly sweeping through another deep pit. Qiu Yuliang snorted coldly, and the man turned into a stream of light and flashed towards the distance.

The defeated enemy had fled. Logically, Ou Chuyang should relax. However, when he found the mess on the scene, he recalled the king formation that had both souls and souls destroyed because of himself, a surge of anger rose involuntarily.

The cold eyes once again made Ou Chuyang's anger rise to the extreme. The Black Flame Sword seemed to feel the master's anger and suddenly buzzed.

The long sword was sad, cold as cold as frost, and the murderous aura was released from the blade. In conjunction with Ou Chuyang's endless murderous intent, the temperature between the fields suddenly dropped sharply.

The residents of Liehuo City who saw the scholar leave originally meant that the war had ended and were preparing to return to the ruined city to search for their own family, but after feeling the cold murderous intent burst out from Ou Chuyang, they stopped in horror.

Countless eyes gathered towards Ou Chuyang, and Ou Chuyang slowly lowered his body, forming willow catkins to fly to the deep pit where Haoming was. The former raised lightly with one hand, and an internal force shot out, and Haoming, who swept the pit, had only half his breath left, floated up.

At this time, Haoming had no life, and his whole body was stained with blood. A huge exposed scar on his chest was pulled from his right arm to his left waist. No one could help but feel sick after seeing it.

Looking at the enemy who killed his father, Ou Chuyang had no mercy in his eyes. With a cold expression, the former stretched out his finger and pointed it at Haoming's body. After this fingering force, Haoming's blood that kept gushing out of his chest stopped.

Effectively stopping Haoming's continuous loss of blood, Ou Chuyang placed Haoming on the ground and looked at him coldly without saying a word. At this time, Haoming realized that he was not dead, but Haoming, who was very resentful to Ou Chuyang, had no good expression at all.

"Well~ Ou Chuyang, don't think you treat me like this. I will be grateful to you. Tell you that if I don't die, I will kill you even if I have the chance." Hao Ming said coldly, and every word would cause injuries and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Ou Chuyang stared at Haoming coldly and did not speak. Such a strange scene immediately attracted countless people to stop and watch.

Seeing that Ou Chuyang didn't speak, Haoming suddenly felt a strange feeling of fear. For some reason, he always felt that Ou Chuyang was as terrifying as a god of killing now.

And at this moment, Ou Chuyang finally spoke.

The blade raised slightly, and Ou Chuyang had no expression on his face, but said in a stern manner: "Give you a chance to tell me who killed my father, and I will give you a pleasure." "Have fun? Haha~" Hao Ming was stunned at first when he heard this, and then laughed: "Be smart, I won't tell you. Although that person has nothing to do with me, I will still not let you do it." "Oh? Is that?" Ou Chuyang sneered repeatedly when he heard this. Suddenly, his hand fell, and there was a knife in the place where there was no wound on Haoming's body. As soon as he slashed, a shallow wound on Haoming's body suddenly appeared. Although there was blood spill, it stopped after a while. Obviously, Ou Chuyang's knife was not to hurt Haoming's life, but to make him feel what pain was.

"Ah~, what are you doing?" Haoming didn't expect Ou Chuyang to do this. He was frightened and his voice became terrifying.

"I'll ask you one more thing. Who is the real murderer?" Ou Chuyang's voice was still cold, without any emotion.

At this time, Su Mei and others also surrounded him, but they were just standing not far behind Ou Chuyang and did not get close to him. Feeling the violent aura emitted from Ou Chuyang, the hearts of the powerful people were trembling.

"Want to know? Go to the underworld to see your dead ghost dad." This time, Haoming was no longer calm and felt the pain coming from his nerves. The former roared angrily.

"The mouth is really hard." "Swish~" As soon as the words fell, Ou Chuyang slashed three more times. This time, it was still the same as the first one before, with the wounds neither deep nor shallow and harmless. But this time, everyone knew what Ou Chuyang was going to do.

"Say? Or don't say?" "Don't say." "Swish~" This time it was Seven Knife.

"Give you another chance." Ou Chuyang said coldly.

"Don't say it." Haoming still insisted.

"Swish~" Eighteen Swords.

"The last chance." This time, Ou Chuyang issued an ultimatum.

"You..., you..." At this time, Haoming finally realized the terrible part of Ou Chuyang. His cold and ruthless expression was a manifestation of ignoring life. Even a villain like Haoming who ignores family affection was deeply shocked.

"Swish~" Seeing Haoming still hesitating, Ou Chuyang didn't even think about it, and raised the black flame and slashed it for a total of 180 times.

"Stop, I say, ah~, you bastard, I say, stop quickly." After a hundred and eighty swords fell, Ou Chuyang stopped, his face was not red, he was not angry, and his expression was still cold. And in the eyes of everyone, such a means of punishment could not help but sweat.

"Actually, I don't know who he is. I only know that your father's skills were taught by him, but your father has never called Master." Looking at Ou Chuyang in horror, Haoming really didn't want to face him anymore. In this way, he might as well die directly.

"That's all?" Ou Chuyang asked again.

Hearing this, Haoming couldn't help but fight a cold war and didn't dare to stop. He immediately added: "That's all, no, the Canglong Sword was given by that person. I don't know his name, I only know that he is an old man." "Why did he teach my father's martial arts and even kill him." "I don't know, he has never said it, and your father doesn't know it, no one knows about this." Haoming was frightened and a little incoherent.

"That's all?" "That's all." "Okay, you can die." As soon as the words came, Ou Chuyang's black flame sword danced wildly, and under the shadow of the sword, a bunch of blood spilled out. In the desert, nearly one million people gathered together, completely occupying the bulging sand dunes. Even so, there were still many people unable to see the situation inside. When the people on the inner layer saw such a bloody scene, they pushed everyone away, covered their mouths and ran out, and finally found a piece of air and vomited heavily.

The setting sun is blood, and the west wind is strong.

The boundless Tanas Desert, with wind and sand everywhere, and demon wind dancing wildly. In the dunes filled with smoke and dust, a dilapidated castle stands in it, with indescribable tragic and empty silence.

Who would have thought that a few days ago, this famous city of fire, which was still so prosperous. Now, after a war that has not been seen for hundreds of years, the city has become so dilapidated.

However, all this is not the end. On the outside of the castle, a hill-like sand dunes are surrounded by mountains and fields.

In the middle of the crowd, in a deep pit about several meters deep, a tragic and tragic scene was ruthlessly staged.

The shadow of the sword covered the sunshine raging sun, and the hot air flow also escaped from afar because of the cold sword wind. In the field, only one person held a long dark sword in his hand and danced wildly.

The blood was splashing endlessly on the man's face and body, and it was indescribable tragic.

It seemed that Ou Chuyang had forgotten what he was doing. In his mind, there was only Wang Zhen's kind smile, only Mu Wanqing's sweet smile, and only the vague face that was not clear in his memory, but also had a bone-blooded connection.

The hatred of killing the master, the hatred of killing the father, the hatred of killing the love. The most unforgettable hatred in the world is added to the same person. Just imagine, who can withstand such a ruthless blow, and who can be willing to forget these hatreds.

No one can do it, and Ou Chuyang can do it.

So, all hatred and resentment finally broke out in Ou Chuyang's heart at this moment.

Facing the enemy, Ou Chuyang did not hold back. The punishment the other party received was the most cruel torture in the world.

Cut into pieces.

The shadows of swords were flying, mixed with a disgusting smell, and thick blood mist rose in the sky. This blood mist was like a bloody red blood carpet, strictly separating the sky and the earth.

The sun was scorching, but the light could not break through the barrier of the blood mist and was blocked from the sky.

The earth is small, and the rolling yellow sand heat wave cannot break through the shackles of the blood mist and echo.

Between the world, it seems that there is only one person who is the master here.

This person is Ou Chuyang.

A whole thousand swords finally burst out under countless unbearable gazes, and quietly passed away.

Above the sand dunes, there is still blood mist everywhere and cannot dissipate.

When the blood mist in the sky turned into nothingness, Haoming's figure had completely disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

A powerful martial saint died like this without a complete corpse.

The blade was inserted diagonally under his feet, and Ou Chuyang knelt on the ground weakly, and finally began to breathe heavily.

A series of low breaths touched the hearts of everyone present.

Here, there may be no circular cliff that can echo the sound, but the low breathing still left everyone's ears.

Father~Master~Wanqing~I avenge you.

Three soft calls revealed the sadness in Ou Chuyang's heart and also cleared a thought in his heart. At the same time, Ou Chuyang also felt extremely empty.

All the people close to you have gone away from you. What's the point of living?

Time travel. Is it just for this kind of grudge? To make yourself feel the ruthless farewell? Or is it because you should have died but not died, and you were punished by God?

The way of heaven?

Is this the way of heaven?

"The heaven and earth are not kind, and treat all things as straw dogs." Ou Chuyang thought of a "famous saying".

Unable to bear to see Ou Chuyang, she felt so sad. Su Mei walked over with Mu Wanqing's body in her arms and placed Mu Wanqing's body beside Ou Chuyang. The former stretched out a hand and put it on Ou Chuyang's shoulder, and said softly: "Ou Chuyang, don't do this. Your life is still long. Since you are alive, you have to go on. I think, even she doesn't want you to do this."

Su Mei said, her expression tightened, and a few drops of red tears slid down her pretty face.

Turning his head blankly and looking at the pretty face that made his soul throbbed for a while, Ou Chuyang gently stroked the already cold jade face, and couldn't help but shed two lines of hot tears.

Such a touching scene touched the hearts of countless people, and many people felt the sadness of moving forward and sobbed out loud.

The breeze slowly blew, raised waves of sand and dust, covering the beauty's pretty face with a light layer of dust. Ou Chuyang stroked it with his hands, making it extremely neat. His arms slowly stretched out, hugged Mu Wanqing's body in his arms, and leaned gently in his arms.

In this way, Ou Chuyang knelt there for a long time until the sun crawled to the top before something changed.

As if he had figured out something, but seemed unwilling to think about it, Ou Chuyang picked up Mu Wanqing, nodded at Su Mei and Helian brothers, and then came to Ye Qiu's side.

Looking at Fang Zhun, who was lying beside Ye Qiu, who was charred on the ground, Ou Chuyang whispered: "How is he?"

When Ye Qiu heard this, he showed a pitiful expression. His indifferent eyes were no longer ruthless. Instead, he looked at Fang Zhun worriedly and replied: "I haven't died yet, but I'm not far from death."

Upon hearing this, Ou Chuyang looked at it for a while, then searched around. Soon, the former found the figure of Mulin from the crowd surrounded by layers.

He handed Mu Wanqing's body to Su Mei and asked to take care of her. Immediately, Ou Chuyang pulled out the crowd and walked in.

Walking to Mulin's side, Ou Chuyang glanced lightly, lowered his body, and asked, "How are you?"

Hearing Ou Chuyang's title of "you", Mulin smiled miserably and said intermittently: "It seems... you... still hold a grudge... me."

Ou Chuyang did not refute, but just kept looking at Mulin and did not speak.

Seeing this, Mulin took a breath and made himself more smooth. He then continued: "I can't die now, but I can't live long."

As soon as these words came out, the elders Pilu and others beside him immediately sobbed.
Chapter completed!