C1283 I will Grind Your Bones and Scatter Your Ashes
C1283 I will Grind Your Bones and Scatter Your Ashes
"Don't go over there!" Murong Ye shouted, wanting to pull Loong Ji away, but Loong Ji's speed was extremely fast, in a blink of an eye he was already in front of Yan Luozi.
Loong Ji, Jin Xie, Murong Ye and Sneering Blade, the four of them had been working hard all these years to remove the Shura slave imprint in their minds, and deep friendship had long developed between the four of them.
Now that he saw Jin Xie had been killed, how could Loong Ji be calm?
At this moment, Loong Ji was infuriated to the extreme. He released his killing intent and the entire space was filled with a somber chill.
"Protect him." The cold smile on the blade gave Jin Xie's corpse to him, and then stepped on the air without hesitation.
If Yan Luozi did not break through the Hung Meng Battle God Stage, they would be fearless. But since Yan Luozi had already broken through to the Hung Meng Battle God Stage, it was impossible for him to be his match with just Loong Ji.
Among the same level, the four great killing kings had never feared anyone. The reason they were able to survive until today was because they had walked out from a bloody storm.
Who has no blood on their hands?
Just like Jin Xie, if he were to die, it would instead be an easy task. For a mere assassin, being able to die happily was also an extravagant hope.
When the cold blade reached Loong Ji, blood was already flowing out of Loong Ji's chest. His face was slightly pale, and a stream of sword energy was still killing him.
"The four great killing kings, in front of the killing of a saint, are nothing more than a pile of dog shit. They're not even worth mentioning." Yan Luozi stood several tens of meters away, and looked at the coldly laughing blade and Loong Ji with disdain.
He, Yan Luozi, had once looked up to the Four Great Killing Kings, but in the past one to two years, the Four Great Killing Kings had been standing still, while Yan Luozi's Hung Meng Battle God Stage had broken through.
Defeating his former idol had made Yan Luozi feel a surge of emotions, and he felt a sense of accomplishment.
"Don't worry, you guys will catch up to Jin Xie soon. You won't be lonely on the Road to River Styx." Yan Luozi laughed sinisterly, and suddenly disappeared.
Sneering Blade and Loong Ji stood back to back as they looked around cautiously. Yan Luozi's hiding method was extremely terrifying, even they were not able to catch his true form.
Dou Tian, who was sneaking over below, saw the scene from afar. His eyes were ice-cold and he found it hard to accept the death of Jin Xie.
"Long Wu, find a place to hide." Dou Tian's eyes hardened. In this lifetime, he was bound to never be able to repay the kindness he owed Jin Xie.
Dou Tian couldn't care about all that. With Jin Xie dead, he would definitely not let Jin Xie's corpse get injured again.
Thinking of this, Dou Tian couldn't care about exposing himself anymore. He leaped up and quickly started to run in the forest. He was like a monkey, his speed was as fast as lightning.
Seeing this, Long Wu's face was filled with worry. She clenched her teeth and quickly followed.
"Pupu!" Fresh blood spurted out high in the sky as sword slashes appeared on the bodies of Loong Ji and coldly laughed. They simply did not have any strength to resist.
Their speed was already frightening enough, but Yan Luozi's speed far exceeded their imaginations. Even if they used all their strength to dodge, they could only avoid a fatal attack.
On their clothes, thin, sharp scars had appeared. Rather than saying they were caused by a sword, it would be better to say that they were caused by a small, needle-like battle weapon.
If this continued, even if the two didn't die in battle, they would die from blood loss.
"Let's go!" Loong Ji shouted loudly, but he suddenly pushed with all his strength and hit the back of the blade with his hands. The blade was caught off guard and it spurted out a mouthful of blood as it flew away like a stream of light.
"Loong Ji, you bastard!" As he flew backwards, he could not help but turn back and glance at Loong Ji.
"Get out of here!" Loong Ji revealed a faint smile, and then, a Blood Sword suddenly appeared on his chest.
It was not that Loong Ji suddenly made a sneak attack with the blade, but Loong Ji did not want the blade to die from a sneer, so he struck out and sent him flying. Otherwise, both of them would have died under the attack.
The injured Loong Ji knew that he could not protect the back of the coldly smiling blade well, which was why he came up with this plan.
"Yan Luozi, I swear with a sneer, if I don't die, I will grind your bones and scatter your ashes, and won't rest until Yama Mansion is dead!" Sneering Blade roared angrily towards the sky. His eyes were bloodshot and misty.
Never would he have thought that Loong Ji would actually save him at the moment of life and death, and instead sacrifice his own life.
"I said that you will all be reunited soon." Yan Luozi's tone was ice-cold and his voice was extremely ethereal. When he reappeared, he was already beside coldly laughing blade.
The cold blade only felt that his entire body was numb, the Long Sword danced in his hands, its Sword Qi whistled, enveloping the entire area, not giving Yan Luozi the chance to get closer.
He looked into the distance from the corner of his eyes, but discovered that Loong Ji's body was being quickly pulled back by her, causing him to feel at ease.
Death was not scary, the scariest part was seeing his friends and brothers die, and not even their corpses could be preserved.
"Heh." A chuckle sounded, full of disdain.
Sneering Blade frowned, he suddenly regained his senses, his expression changed as he shouted towards the distance: "Murong Ye, run!"
Just as she finished her sentence, a Blood Sword shot out from the void straight to the center of Murong Ye's brows.
If it was only one person, it would be easy for Murong Ye to escape, but now, he had to worry about Loong Ji and Jin Xie's corpses, even if it meant death, Murong Ye would not abandon them.
But, bringing the two corpses with him, Murong Ye simply did not have any ability to resist, and even if he wanted to escape, it would be very difficult. The first thing he thought of was putting the two corpses into the Sumeru Void Ring s, but there simply wasn't enough time.
And also at that moment, a White-robed Youth in the crowd frowned, his expression changing non-stop. On one hand, he did not seem to be willing to see Murong Ye die, on the other hand, he wanted to kill Murong Ye immediately.
In this world, the only person who could still have this sort of emotion toward Murong Ye was Murong Xue.
Ever since their Luosheng Sect had submitted to the Yama Mansion, these assassins had all joined their Yama Mansion. Murong Xue was just one of them.
"He's the one who killed the clan. He deserves to die." Murong Xue clenched his teeth, the killing intent in his eyes flickered, and then he lowered his head, as though he was unwilling to see Yan Luozi kill Murong Ye with his own eyes.
When Yan Luozi's Blood Sword was just three feet away from Murong Ye's forehead, it was as if the crowd had already seen the scene of Murong Ye's death.
Whoosh!
At this moment, a black streak of light shot out from the ancient forest below, emitting a sharp sound in the air.
If Yan Luozi's speed could be considered fast, then this black ray of light was already unbelievably fast.
The crowd could vaguely see a black figure flash past the sky, and when that black figure appeared again, it was actually already blocking in front of Murong Ye.
However, the black figure did not stop, but continued to shoot into the sky. Following its disappearance, another figure also disappeared, and that was Yan Luozi.
So fast! It was unbelievably fast!
After a while, the crowd finally came back to their senses. They raised their heads and looked up into the sky, and they could just barely make out a black dot.
"How is this possible? Did that old freak make his move?" Jade Face Wuqing looked up into the sky in shock, his eyes trembling slightly.
In his opinion, only the older generation cultivators could be faster than Yan Luozi.
Liu Li's pupils suddenly contracted. She looked up into the sky in shock and said with a trembling voice, "That … that seems to be Heaven Fighting!"