Campus belle's cultivation master

Snowflakes flutter and fall, and everything is quiet between heaven and earth.

There were so many people on the scene, but no one dared to make a noise. Only the weak young practitioners of Dongyi occasionally let out an uncontrollable sob.

But this is a bloody war. I believe in swords and guns, I believe in fists and feet, but I never believe in tears.

All eyes were focused, and the young man in the middle of the room clutching Tanaka Kawa's bun, dragging his scarred body, walked slowly through the uneven hard ground, with a long bloodstain.

Indifference, solemnity, Senran, like the devil returning from Jiuyou hell, holding some kind of solemn ceremony.

Many people held their breath and gazed quietly until Lin Yu stood by the Qingjiang River, facing the huge ice cone that pierced qiumu village and others not far away. They couldn't bear a long breath.

As if time stops here and the world solidifies

Tanaka Kawa's mouth was wide open, his mouth was foaming with blood, and his voice was vague: "what do you... What do you want to do..."

He felt the unprecedented panic in his heart, as if the pace of death was approaching, and the door of hell was slowly opening to him.

Do what?

Lin Yu's mouth began to smile, and then he stepped on Tanaka's thigh.

Click!

This almost disabled thigh once again came the light sound of bone fragmentation, Tanaka Kawa ya body suddenly shrunk, soft kneeling in the Qingjiang River.

Immediately, in his frightened eyes, Lin Yu slowly raised his Dongyi Samurai machete.

Linjiang, Xiaoshou!

Tanaka understood that this is a public execution of the defeated!

"No, I can't! No He screamed bitterly, his whole body trembled violently, his bloodshot scarlet eyes widened desperately, his twisted and ferocious face covered with horror.

Lin Yu seemed to hear it, but he didn't. He grabbed Tanaka Kawa's bun and pulled it back so hard that his opponent's head was tilted back and his neck was stretched so long that he could use the knife himself.

In his life, he has never slaughtered a chicken or a dog. He only killed people. But he felt that the feeling of slaughtering chickens and dogs seemed to be the same.

Kawaya Tanaka kept that extremely twisted posture to be slaughtered, turned his eyes to the sky, and rolled his throat uneasily: "Lin... Lin Zixuan... Please forgive me, conditions... Talk about it again..."

He suddenly froze, and his body seemed to break into a bow. In his scarlet eyes, he saw a vulture hovering in the sky.

Circle by circle, circle by circle

What a familiar scene. It seems that everything is back to the origin. Tanaka Kawa seems to have heard the exultation of the ugly bird. He can't wait to drink his own blood and eat his own meat.

He couldn't help but think of the Chinese youth who died under his knife on the day of the great cold blood slaughter. What was he thinking at that time?

Is it humiliation, fear, despair? Have you noticed the vultures wandering in the sky?

This is a fate, a reincarnation. Once the swordsman, one day will be reduced to fish

Poof!

With a sharp change of vision, Tanaka Kawa's thoughts suddenly stopped.

The blood rose several meters high and poured on the cold ice. Half step congenital big master's blood boiling hot, unexpectedly issued a burst of "hiss" sound, melted the thick ice.

Lin Yu was holding Kawabata's head in his hand. The blood turned into a thin thread and flowed continuously. And then it turned into blood drops, dropping.

Tanaka Kawa Ya died, his bloody cheek, still retained the last confusion, puzzled

The whole scene of Chinese practitioners quietly looked at the cold and lonely young people in the scene, and bent down with respect and solemnity, as if they were looking forward to the Supreme God.

And the strong men of the Dongyi demon hunting regiment fell to their knees one after another, shaking like chaff, crying and howling

"Mr. Gu he... Mr. Gu he..."

"Lost, we... Can't go back..."

"We shouldn't have come to China, we shouldn't, what should we do..."

When a rabbit dies, a fox mourns. They saw their own tragic fate in kawaya Tanaka, the leader of demon hunting group.

There is no doubt that all of these figures are well-known and noble in the realm of Dongyi Xiuzhen. Without this damned war of cultivation, they would still be at ease in Dongyi.

However, at this moment, they are worried about where their fate will go. Everyone has endless remorse at the bottom of his heart. He hates that everything can't be turned back, but now that it's done, he can't turn back.

What about half step? What about status? When death comes, no one can be spared.

Lin Yu raised his face slowly, and his cold sight seemed to penetrate the ancient times, gazing at the gray sky. Then he raised his hand and threw the head in his hand into the sky.

The buzzing vulture immediately hissed with excitement, spread its wings, dived down quickly, caught Kawabata's head in mid air, and flew away triumphantly.

"Oh." Lin Yu gave out a low sneer, half step congenital master's body how strong, this greedy beast ah, really not afraid to choke himself alive

He was holding the Dongyi's samurai machete in his hand, and slowly turned around. His eyes swept the whole room.

The tip of the knife coagulates the red blood drops, and there is a strange blood light, which makes people cool. But his sight is colder than this, like a piece of eternal ice!

All over the place, many practitioners shivered, and staggered back. They did not dare to look directly at the edge of the Chinese Tianjiao.

In the Dongyi demon hunting group, both the Heavenly Master and Neijin were scared out of their wits when they saw the tragic fate of Tanaka Kawa ya

"Spare me! Spare my life! We surrender, are willing to atone for what we have done, and dare not resist any more! "

"We will make peace on any terms! Just be generous and spare us a dog's life

"Please let us go. I'm willing to be master Lin Xianshi's slave and servant. I dare not disobey you any more."

Many Chinese practitioners turned their mouths and their eyes twinkled. They turned their expectant eyes to the young people in the field, and their breathing was a little short.

They know that China's favored son faces an attractive choice.

Except for a few leaders, the overall combat power of the Dongyi demon hunting regiment has not been greatly damaged. There are still dozens of Tianshi figures and hundreds of powerful people. Such a powerful force, even in the land of Kyushu, can also walk horizontally. If it can be subdued, the power of Tianjiao linzixuan will be close to many super hermit clans in an instant.

In contrast, the nearly ten thousand ordinary lives of the seventeen sects in the north, is it really worth considering?