Hong Jiang was silent for a while and finally threw the dagger into the river next to her.

She walked up and hugged the withered man in her arms, crying heart-wrenchingly: "I don't ask you for me, I beg you for yourself, and live well."

"For so many years, a star of disaster has trapped you. You have persisted in the ten years of darkness in the secret realm. Why do you think about dying at this time?"

"After so many years, everything is just to fight with the sky? Why don't you fight? Why don't you fight?"

Indra calmly pushed her away: "Don't touch me, Xiao Qian doesn't like you touching me."

Red ginger was like an arrow piercing his heart again, crying beside Indra.

She can't kill this man and ask for it.

She had no choice.

Suddenly, Hong Jiang pulled out the sword from her waist and blocked Indra.

She quickly changed her appearance when she collapsed. She pointed at the people who were surrounding her: "Get back, otherwise I will let everyone here bury you!"

Lan Lingling clapped her hands: "Or, you can try it!"

Hong Jiang was about to take action, but Changsun Tao was suppressed.

Sima Xuanmo took out a large rope from somewhere, tied the red ginger tightly, pulled one end of the rope, and smiled wickedly: "It seems that today\/You can't escape even if you put your wings."

Changsun Tao stood in front of Indra, pointed at Indra's sword, emitting a cold light.

Di Shitian closed his eyes and sighed: "I asked Xiao Qian to kill me, but she didn't want to. Hong Jiang wanted to kill me, but in the end she couldn't do anything. It seems that I still died in your hands. It's hard to disobey God's destiny, and I really can't compete with God."

Changsun Tao raised his sword and had no compassion for the pitiful old man in front of him, because he knew in his heart how much blood was covered with this seemingly pitiful man's hands.

He said indifferently: "It's time to end, it's all."

Indra did not struggle, and he was determined to be dead.

Changsun Tao incorporated his skills into the sword, and the sword was wrapped in a light blue light as if wrapped in a whirlwind.

The shadows of the trees beside them were swaying, and the black hairs of the people flew together, and the huge energy gathered into a whirlpool, as if they had the power to destroy the world.

"Swish!"

Changsun Tao slashed down fiercely, and a loud bang was heard. A long gully was cut out in front of him, and more than a dozen nearby trees collapsed instantly.

Flying sand and stones, birds scattered.

The crowds who were immersed in the festival were also frightened by the movement and fled in all directions.

This blow that should have crushed all evil, but did not kill Indra.

I saw the old man in front of me fading away the shell of his body, and a monster without skin changed into it.

His body was covered in blood and blood vessels, and his blood vessels were sticky, looking disgusting and terrifying.

Lan Lingling was stunned by this scene.

Sima Xuanmo immediately said, "Zhaohua, he is Indra, give him another blow!"

Changsun Tao no longer hesitated, put his sword flower in his hand and stabbed out quickly, like a strong cheetah, flashed to the monster and sent the Chunjun sword to the demonized Indra's chest\/box.

"Puff!"

The sound of the sharp sword sinking into the body was clearly heard, but the one who was stabbed by the sharp sword was a passerby.

Changsun Tao didn't care much and waved another sword.

Suddenly, the passers-by seemed to be hanging in the air by something. They were unconscious and moved slowly, becoming shields for Indra to block the attack.

"These people are controlled!" Lan Lingling shouted.

But then, her head suddenly dropped, her whole body fell soft, and her whole body was lifted into the air like a puppet, slowly floating towards Changsun Tao.

Her limbs were weak and drooping, as if she was hanging up without consciousness.

However, his right hand suddenly held the sword tightly, and his whole body swung towards Changsun Tao, and the sword also stabbed towards Changsun Tao.

Changsun Tao blocked her attack and controlled her in a few seconds, but found that her neck was strangled by thin silk that were invisible to the naked eye. At the same time, Changsun Tao penetrated the sword to the ground.

The energy exploded, and the strong wind scattered everywhere.

And the invisible line was also broken by the air waves of Chunjun Sword.

Just a little bit, Lan Lingling will be in a different place.

Changsun Tao did not hesitate to avoid suspicion, picked up Lan Lingling and threw it into Sima Xuanmo's arms: "Don't worry about Hongjiang, be careful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sima Xuanmo felt his scalp tingling. Something was attacking him at an extremely fast speed, but he didn't know how to defend.

Fortunately, Huihui jumped up and hit his head.

Blood splattered, and the gray tail was peeled off, falling to the ground in pain, wailing endlessly.

This terrifying scene made Sima Xuanmo's scalp numb.

Immediately afterwards, something was cutting the rope that tied the red ginger. In an instant, the red ginger was free.

She quickly captured a few people, threw them in front of Indra, and then blocked in front of Indra, pointing directly at Changsun Tao with a sword.

But obviously, Hong Jiang was also quite surprised by the scene that just happened.

What's going on?

The two sides were confused, but it did not affect their confrontation.

Sima Xuanmo quickly took out the handkerchief to stop bleeding from Lan Lingling's neck. Lan Lingling covered the wound that kept spilling out blood, and said hoarsely: "Yes, some people use silk thread to attack, attack, fire, and fire to make the silk thread appear."

Sima Xuanmo quickly took off his clothes and surrounded the two of them, lit them, and then he tore off his clothes and tied Lan Lingling's neck: "Nanman Niu'er, don't talk, your neck is about to break. Don't worry, the disaster has been gone for thousands of years, I will not let you die so easily."

Sure enough, when the silk thread came again, Sima Xuanmo saw the true face of the silk thread, with silver threads as flexible as tentacles, shining with a strange light under the fire.

Sima Xuanmo treated Lan Lingling's wound while blocking the flying silk thread.

Changsun Tao picked up Huihui, quickly tied its broken tail to stop the bleeding, and then put Huihui into his arms.

He didn't want to miss the opportunity to kill Di Shitian. While using his sword energy to shake off the surrounding things, he swung his sword and slashed at Hongjiang.

After the initial shock, Hongjiang blew the bone flute around her waist.

As the fog surged, the urn of human beings that had not been seen for a long time also attacked everyone in the fog.

Hong Jiang took the opportunity to grab someone and put him in front of Indra: "Master! Suck him soon! Do you want to be killed by Changsun Tao?!"

Indra was still unmoved, as if he was struggling dyingly between instinct and reason.

At this moment, someone quietly approached them and replied in a low voice: "The mountain residence has been captured by Lu Mingyu and others, Jiu Wan was taken away by Wu Ti, and his wife also recognized Lu Mingyu."

Hearing this, Indrama, who was in a demonized state, gradually shrank into a ball, as if he was hit hard.

Hong Jiang was not hysterical or reminded Indra in unpleasant words. She had long said that Xiao Qian had not forgotten her past.

Instead, she became calm and said lightly: "Master, it's not that you don't know what you know, but that she's too good at pretending."

Indra said a beast-like roar: "Are all this fake? Is it fake?"

Is it possible that everything he is willing to give for it is fake?

Hong Jiang comforted softly: "It's not fake, it's not fake. Chu Xiaoqian's friendship with his master is not fake."

After hearing this, Indra became more and more manic. He slowly stood up, and a thick black mist was instantly wrapped around his body. The mist was so ominous and weird.

Immediately afterwards, the few people caught by Hongjiang became dry in front of him.
Chapter completed!