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Chapter 1570 Bleeding thousands of miles! (Part 3)
Snow stopped.

The whole world seemed to be covered by a layer of white down. The remaining murderous aura and the glaring blood on the ground were all covered by pure white snowflakes, as if to cover up all crimes and grievances.

The monks watching the battle also gradually dispersed.

They witnessed the brilliance of Baidixuan, the power of Qin Yang, and the supreme coercion of the immortal.

Although the last scene was confusing, the wonderful decisive battle brought by the two remained in my mind for a long time, and every time I think about it, it will be extremely shocking.Many monks even watched this battle, and they had a deep understanding, breaking through the shackles of their own realm.

Qin Yang was lying in Ying Zhiyue's arms, the blood on his body had dried up, and his injuries were gradually recovering under the girl's hard work.

But his heart was at a loss.

His gaze was fixed on the sky all the time, the ancient Dengxian gate had disappeared, and the familiar figure who had fought him just now had also disappeared.At this moment, Qin Yang's heart was empty, as if he had lost something.

In his mind, the eyes of Bai Dixuan after pushing him away emerged.

What is that look?
Congratulations, helplessness, relief, love...

To be honest, Qin Yang hated that pair of eyes very much, which made him feel that all his efforts were useless or even wrong.

"how so……"

Qin Yang closed his eyes, feeling the pain in his heart, "Mom, tell me I did nothing wrong."

After a while, there were waves of footsteps in the snow, and there was a slight creaking sound of friction.

I saw a middle-aged man in a black robe slowly walking over, with at least 20 subordinates behind him. Judging by the aura exuded by them, their strength is extraordinary, at least above Lingxu.

"Mr. Qin is unparalleled in strength, he is really the number one master in China."

The black-robed man had a dark complexion, a deep scar on the bridge of his nose, and a giant purple knife on his back. It exuded a faint smell of blood, and he must have killed many people.

Seeing Qin Yang closing his eyes and ignoring him, the black-robed man was not angry, he smiled and cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Qin, I'm Koichiro Koizumi, it's—"

Swish!
However, before he finished speaking, a sword light flashed in front of his eyes.

Almost to the extreme!
The sword light was transparent and invisible, as if it didn't exist in the world, and before it even entered his line of sight, he felt a chill on his neck, as if warm blood flowed down.

The killing continues!
Qin Yang's figure was faster than ghosts, and the long sword in his hand was like the scythe of death, bringing up patches of blood mist.

How could those Dongying monks have thought that Qin Yang would suddenly run away and wanted to resist, but in front of the opponent's bright sword light, their body shields were as vulnerable as paper.

One!
two!

……

But in the blink of an eye, all 29 Lingxu masters were killed!

The dark red blood sprinkled into the snow again, as if painted with strange and bleak symbols, and the corpses were arranged in a neat way, giving people a great impact.

Koichiro Koizumi was still standing.

It's just that his neck was already bleeding. He looked at the corpses of his subordinates, and couldn't figure it out. He just came here to ask a question, why did the other party run away?
Is this necessary?Can't even ask a question these days?I didn't say something like 'what are you looking at'.

thump--

His body fell to the ground, his eyes were still wide open, full of doubt and incomprehension.

The monks around who hadn't gone far were shocked when they saw Qin Yang suddenly kill so many Dongying monks.

At this time, hundreds of monks dressed as ninjas looted from a distance, chilling the air.

They were originally standing by, but when they saw their lord was killed by the other party's sword, they stayed there for a few seconds, and immediately killed them all.

The icy eyes were ruthless. Hundreds of ninjas were uniform like waves, and their long knives swirled slightly, reflecting a chilling cold light, giving people a huge sense of oppression.

Clang!
Qin Yang stabbed the long sword into the snow, holding the hilt tightly with both hands, his eyes were red.

"die--"

With a roar, he slashed out with a sword, with a radius of hundreds of feet, countless snowflakes flew up and turned into sharp blades. With Qin Yang's sword burst, they rushed towards those ninjas in unison.

puff!puff!puff!
The seemingly weak snowflakes, with irresistible cold killing intent, penetrated the bodies of the ninja monks, and bloomed in the air one after another. The red is dazzling, and the white is cold.

One sword, kill hundreds of people! !
Everyone was dumbfounded. Although they had seen Qin Yang's terrifying strength from the decisive battle with Bai Dixuan before, they were still shocked at this moment.

"Bastard!"

A rumbling sound came from a distance, shaking people's eardrums.

But it was three old men wearing Japanese kimonos. These three old men had gray hair, naked eyes, and a majestic and breathless coercion on their bodies. Judging from their cultivation base, they were definitely masters of Japanese masters.

They were heartbroken to see the dead bodies all over the ground.

These are all elites who have spent countless efforts to cultivate, and they just disappeared, and their deaths are unclear, which really makes people angry.

"you--"

One of the old men pointed at Qin Yang, and was about to scold him, but saw Qin Yang's cold, ruthless, blood-red eyes, like a rotting corpse hell, which made his scalp numb, and he forgot to speak.

"Shh!"

The long sword in Qin Yang's hand slashed fiercely like a crescent moon!
This sword was so natural that it seemed to condense the coldness of the snowflakes in the surrounding world and the remaining killing intent. The extremely piercing sword light made everyone feel cold and stepped into the realm of death.

The three old men were startled, they were too frightened to resist, and hurriedly ran towards the distance, completely without the majesty and arrogance that came just now.

The weak, like ants, let others bully them!

The strong, overlooking the world, will bleed for thousands of miles in anger!

The sword light passed by, carrying the power of cutting heaven and earth, and before they could escape a few meters, it penetrated from the back and shot out from the front chest, blasting a bloody hole with a thick bowl mouth in the chest of the three of them.

Until they died, the three of them were still rushing forward in inertia, and then... fell to the ground.

Qin Yang raised his face slightly, looking at the sky high above.

After releasing the depression in his heart, the crimson ferocity in his eyes gradually faded away, leaving melancholy and confusion.

"Where is the next step?"

Qin Yang murmured.

He turned his head and looked, and in the distance, a beautiful figure in green clothes was slowly walking towards the distance, as if lost in his soul, one step at a time, as if carrying great sadness and decadence...

With a movement, Qin Yang came to Liu Zhuchan, looked at her pale and haggard face, and said calmly, "Where are you going?"

Liu Zhuchan gave him a blank and absent-minded look, then brushed past him and continued walking.

At this moment, her soul seemed to be sucked out, leaving only an empty shell.

"Do you like him that much?" Qin Yang asked softly with bitterness in his heart.

Liu Zhuchan paused and stopped.

After being silent for a long time, she turned around, walked up to Qin Yang, stared at him blankly, and murmured: "Isn't it good to be a waste? Why do you want to come back?"

(End of this chapter)