The character is broken!The General's Sick Beauty Is a Killer

Chapter 314 Going to Hell to Repent

The crisp voice was not Tang Xi, but Baozhen standing behind her.

Following her words, hundreds of blood masks moved in unison, moving swiftly, like the most ferocious war eagles, encircling Ning Yanxi.

Looking closely, these people are actually medicine men with red vaginas.

A red Yin medicine man who follows the Pavilion Master, is subordinate to the Pavilion Master, and only obeys the Pavilion Master's orders.

It was supposed to be the most loyal entourage trained by the Pavilion Master of Yongye Pavilion, the last line of defense to protect the Pavilion Master, but now he was forced into the final desperate situation.

Ning Yanxi has already suffered a lot of injuries, deep and shallow, although none of them are fatal, they also slowed down his uneasy movements, and moreover, his internal strength has been exhausted before escaping, and he is now in a state of decay. trend.

He was finally exhausted under the encirclement attack of the only Chiyin medicine man in Yongye Pavilion who could only attack without feeling pain and had received cooperative combat training.

Under the light, a blue spear pierced through his chest, and he knelt down on his knees, in a pose of confession, with black and white mixed hair covering his head in a mess, half of which was soaked in blood.

With only the last weak breath left, he looked at Tang Xi who was slowly approaching step by step through the hair hanging on his forehead.

"Really, my good, daughter, son." The voice was weak, hoarse and unpleasant, scratching Tang Xi's heart, but it no longer made her feel scared.

Looking at the old man kneeling in front of her, panting like a dying dog, the smile in Tang Xi's eyes was more real and deep than ever before.

The lingering haze that had enveloped her for more than ten years disappeared without a trace at this moment.

It is undeniable that she is a cowardly, selfish, mean and shameless villain.

In the tragic battle of strangling just now, she didn't dare to make a move, didn't dare to charge forward, and even stood at the farthest place to watch the battle.

Facing Ning Yanxi who was standing directly, the fear that went deep into her bones made her hands weak, she couldn't pull out the sheath, and she couldn't swing the sword.

But at this time, he knelt down, kneeling at her feet half dead, and she felt a kind of arrogance, a kind of contempt why she was afraid of him.

Tang Xi stared at him, and slowly drew out the sword in his hand.

Her first saber.

The blue sword body is like a will-o'-the-wisp, with a dark glow in the weirdness, and sparkling lights in the clear, reflecting thousands of fire lights and Tang Xi's dead eyes.

There are thousands of pains in my heart, and I want to complain loudly, and I have endless hatred, and I want to cut him into pieces.

But the moment Tang Xi pulled out the sword, she didn't want to do anything, she only had one thought in her mind.

Xiaoxi died under this sword.

Lei Rong also died under this sword.

Naning Yanxi will also die by this sword.

"Ning Yanxi, go to hell and repent."

A head flew into the clouds and fell into the mud.

Hot blood sprayed out, dousing the damp heat all over her body and face.

In the sky, the pale red sun appeared at some unknown time, the earth was blood red, and the cheers were deafening.

In the vast wilderness, she stood with her thin body, slowly closing her eyes, as if she was the only one left in the world.

She finally killed Ning Yanxi and her greatest enemy in this life, but it wasn't like in the script that the protagonist held the knife himself.

Looking around, the fallen corpses covered the ground, bleeding silently in the cold wind, most of them were injured by the air blade, and the liver marrow flowed out.Coupled with the piles of corpses in the palace, the entire battle of strangulation, Yongye Pavilion killed and injured more than a few hundred.

She dragged innocent people into the vortex of her revenge, made them her knife and her shield, strangled their young lives, and completely buried their desire for freedom in the lonely night.

(End of this chapter)