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Chapter 1516 Bloody Hour (I don’t want to move after the snow falls)

The setting sun is like blood, but blood is not the setting sun.

When people's sadness reaches the extreme, they will be afraid, when their fear reaches the extreme, they will be angry, and when their anger reaches the extreme, they will become a kind of power.

The power of hatred, even death cannot erase this hatred.

But that's not the case.

If Duanmu Huai knew this, he would say that it was just because not enough people died.

Just like now.

The blood-red setting sun shone brightly on the martial arts field, making it a bright red.

But this is not sunshine, but blood.

Thick, disgusting, murky blood.

and corpses.

A corpse that puts everything together.

Duanmu Huai stood there quietly, his body was covered in blood, but none of it was his own. There were corpses at his feet, but they had nothing to do with him.

Because they are all dead.

They are crazy.

Only madmen are not afraid of death. They tried their best. They even climbed on Duanmuhuai, hugged his arms, grabbed his legs, and used their teeth, nails, and their own bodies to hinder him. Stop him, kill him.

However, these are meaningless to Duanmuhuai.

He is like a Terminator robot that has been activated. All he has to do is get up, punch, lift his feet, and step down.

Then repeat this process until the last moving piece of meat in the square stops. No one can stop him, not swords, not fists, nothing, not even Xiao Li's flying knives.

Then Duanmu Huai also stopped, as if the machine had finally lost its power.

If this continues, perhaps this will become one of the most disturbing legends in the martial arts world.

But unfortunately, there is no if.

Duanmuhuai moved his neck, stretched, and looked at the time.

"One month, five days and three hours, how long does it take to retaliate? That's all."

However, there may be a delay of a few more minutes.

Duanmu Huai raised his legs forward, trampled on the corpse, crossed the square, and then came to the main hall.

There, standing a woman.

A woman without any clothes on.

A beautiful woman.

"Are you Lin Xian'er?"

Duanmuhuai looked at her, and she looked at him.

The most beautiful woman in Xiwulin, at least that's what everyone calls her, and she once said that as long as anyone can kill Duanmu Huai, she will marry him.

She also said the same thing when Plum Blossom was stealing.

She looked at him and smiled. She laughs when she is scared, because she knows that no man can refuse her smile, even the one who wants to kill her. Her eyes, her hands, and every part of her body speaks. Even just standing there, the man knows what she wants to say.

She didn't say anything because she knew there was nothing to say now. She was naked and just stood in front of Duanmu Huai. She was never shy or timid because she was confident in herself and no man could refuse her.

Especially when she was standing in front of him.

She saw Duanmuhuai looking at her, which made her smile brighter, but gradually, her smile began to become stiff, because what she saw in Duanmuhuai's eyes was not the passion and flame she was familiar with. , it is not the kind of coldness and disregard.

But... doubts.

Confuse?

Yes, doubt.

Then, she heard Duanmu Huai speak.

"The most beautiful woman in Xiwulin, this is it?"

Duanmu Huai was really surprised and confused. He had read the novel and knew that Lin Xian'er was the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world. But the book did not describe her appearance, it just said that she was beautiful and no man could refuse her. Even those heroes who were ranked high on the weapon spectrum and who seemed indifferent to women all knelt down under her pomegranate skirt and were willing to sacrifice everything for her. Just to win her smile and become her guest. Even the person who goes to kill her will kneel in front of her and become her slave after seeing her.

But in the final analysis, novels are just words, not light novels with illustrations.

Therefore, Duanmu Huai has always been curious about how beautiful Lin Xianer is to be able to captivate so many heroes fans.

And after he saw Lin Xian'er, his first thought was...none of the men in Xiwulin have ever seen a woman?

Even though the other party was standing naked in front of him, Duanmu Huai still felt surprised.

Lin Xian'er is indeed a beauty, this is true.

But when it comes to being the most beautiful woman, and when it comes to being able to charm those heroes who are willing to die for her, Duanmuhuai feels a bit unimaginable.

Or is it simply because of the difference in times?

Duanmuhuai thought about it and felt that this possibility was higher. After all, in the Internet age, you can’t see any beautiful women, whether they are plastic surgery or not, clothed or unclothed, domestic or foreign. Everyone has watched it a lot since childhood and has become accustomed to it, so naturally they have become resistant to it.

But this era is different. Even the heroes who fly to the sky and escape from the earth can only touch a small part of the area. They may be able to see the beauties here, but it does not mean that they can see all the beauties.

Thinking of this, Duanmu Huai felt a little bored. He was originally going to talk about the world of martial arts, but now his only pastime is to look at those beauties.

But when he saw in the book that even the top ten masters of weapons were fascinated by her, Lin Xian'er was just a middle-level beauty, and he had no interest in other legendary martial arts beauties. What expectations did you have?

It is estimated that just like Lin Xianer, it is all exaggeration or the subjective feelings of a frog in the well.

If even Lin Xian'er is like this, then I guess the beauties from other martial arts circles are just... ugh...

Duanmuhuai sighed silently, turned around and planned to leave.

However, his actions ignited Lin Xianer's anger!

She watched in disbelief as he turned around and completely ignored her, treating her like an insignificant thing.

She also heard the words Duanmu Huai muttered.

That's it?

Rumor has it that if you want to anger a man, these two words are enough.

In fact, the same is true for women. "you………!"

Lin Xian'er finally couldn't bear it any longer. She reached out her hand to grab Duanmu Huai, and wanted to let him know that she was not in vain.

However, Duanmuhuai didn't care, he didn't even look back, he just slapped him casually.

"Crack!"

Lin Xian'er stopped where she was. She turned her head around her neck five times before stopping. Her body was in front and her head was behind. Her expression was full of surprise and anger.

Are you surprised that someone dared to slap you?

Or is she angry that someone doesn't take her seriously?

But it doesn't matter anymore, because now, she has turned into a corpse.

When Duanmuhuai walked out of the hall, the last ray of sunset had disappeared below the horizon.

The martial arts arena was still red and blood-red.

Duanmu Huai once again walked through the martial arts field on the corpse and came to the gate. There were two more people here at the moment.

A gray-haired old man was smoking a dry cigarette. The pipe flickered in the darkness.

A girl with braids covered her face with her hands. She didn't know whether she didn't dare to look at the corpse or Duanmu Huai.

Duanmuhuai stopped and glanced at them.

"Send to death? Or collect the body?"

"Neither."

The old man shook his head.

"Just came to see."

"oh."

Duanmuhuai didn't say anything and walked straight forward. He walked past his grandfather and grandson and planned to go down the mountain - except for them, there was no one alive here.

"What do you think?"

Just when Duanmuhuai was about to walk down the stairs, the old man spoke again.

"So many people have died, what do you think?"

"…………"

After hearing the old man's question, Duanmuhuai thought for a moment.

"I'm just wondering, how can Lin Xian'er be able to fascinate so many people?"

"Hehehe..."

The old man chuckled and did not answer, and Duanmu Huai did not expect to get an answer. He shrugged and walked straight down the steps.

The huge body disappeared into the dark night, blending into the shadow, indistinguishable from each other.

Twelve thousand, three hundred and forty-five people.

This is the last number of corpses left on the martial arts field.

The Shaolin monks died, and no one of the eight thousand disciples was spared. Master Xinhu's body was found at the bottom of the body. He closed his eyes tightly and looked calm.

Shangguan Jinhong died, and so did the men he brought. People found his body on the wall of the martial arts arena. His whole body was embedded in the thick stone wall, and people couldn't even get him out. His expression before death was so surprised, dazed, and surprised, as if he didn't believe he would die.

Long Xiaoyun was dead. He died silently in the corner. He was crushed to death. When people found him, he was facing away from the martial arts arena and seemed to want to escape. But the giant Buddha several meters high in the martial arts arena crashed on him, leaving only half of his body.

Lin Shiyin died, but her hands before she died were still spread forward. Her originally beautiful face was ferocious and malicious, and her hands were like sharp claws, trying to grab something. But she didn't catch anything. She just blended into the crowd and became a corpse.

Li Xun Huan also died. He died beside Lin Shiyin. The flying knife in his hand disappeared without a trace. His eyes were closed tightly, feeling both pain and peace.

In addition, many people died, some had their heads blown off, some were split in two, some were torn apart at the waist, and some were smashed into pulp.

There are men and women, old and young.

But they all died.

No one came to collect the bodies because the person who could collect them was also dead.

Therefore, the government had to send people to collect the corpses, because too many people died and the death conditions were too tragic. The entire corpse covered the Shaolin Temple's martial arts arena, seemingly turning into a thick mat of flesh. The government officials who went to collect the corpses all vomited, and many even fell into a trance. Some even went crazy after that.

The once bustling West Shaolin Temple became a dead place after that. No one went there, and no one dared to go there. Those people all said that the man was not human and that he dared to kill people in front of the Buddha statue, and even used the Buddha statue to kill people. It seems that there is nothing in this world that he dare not do, and there is no person that he cannot kill.

"...So, after that, he left Xiwulin."

Mr. Sun knocked on the cigarette rod and took a puff of cigarette.

"Grandpa, where has he gone?"

"He said he wanted to go around, but no one dares to trouble him now anyway..."

Mr. Sun smiled bitterly.

"Of course, no matter who it is, after knowing that he killed more than 10,000 Jianghu people with his bare hands, they will stay away from him and don't want to provoke him."

"But, maybe someone will try to take advantage of him."

The girl with braids has bright eyes.

"He is now famous, all over the world, and all the major martial arts states know his new name... the Immortal God of Death. Someone may try to use him to achieve their own goals."

"A really smart person wouldn't do that."

Mr. Sun shook his head.

"Anyone who takes advantage of him will die. Unless they hide forever and never show up again. But... they will never tolerate this ending."

Hiding forever and never appearing again is actually not much different from death.

"He is like a mountain. As long as you avoid him, nothing will happen. But if you insist on touching it, you will only get a **** head."

"But isn't there also a legend about the Foolish Old Man who moved the mountains?"

"It's true."

Hearing his granddaughter's inquiry, Mr. Sun chuckled.

"Then the question is...how many descendants did Yu Gong sacrifice in the end to dig up that mountain?"