Luo Chao drew his sword, and the silver was glowing with green light.

This ancient heavy sword seemed to feel the killing that was about to begin, and it whined.

"Master..." Liuhe, who was dressed in brown at the side, shouted softly and found that his master's expression had changed.

So he also held the sword tightly.

A knife struck at him, and when he raised the ancient sword, the man's knife flew out, followed by a hand.[

So, the war begins!

The crowd swarmed in, rushing towards the master and servant like a tide.

Staring eyes lowered and then raised again, the indigo clothes fluttered slightly in the wind, Luo Chao's voice was cold to the bone: "Daisies, spring has begun, you..."

A faint smile appeared on his lips, and there was a hint of laughter in his voice: "You can die."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sword energy knocked over a group of people approaching.

The blade was stained with blood and disappeared quickly.

The ancient sword seemed to be even more excited by the blood, and it whined, as if urging its owner to move quickly.

The young man holding the heavy sword was equally excited.

The ancient heavy sword seemed to be a plaything in his hand, spinning and dancing rapidly, making it difficult to see the movement in a dizzying manner.

But he just fell down wherever he passed, with his limbs in a mess and blood flowing all over the ground.

When the door of the temple opened, everyone who was guarding the door was shocked!

The leading young man got off his horse and stood at the door of the temple looking into the courtyard.

A pair of peach blossom eyes were filled with surprise, and even a moment of panic.

"Luo, Luo Chao..." Luo Hong opened his mouth and just said these two words.

After he finished speaking, he covered his mouth with one hand and vomited next to him.

The guards following him also turned their heads with fear in their eyes, unwilling to look into the courtyard.

In the yard, rivers of blood flowed, corpses were strewn on the ground, and limbs and arms were broken.

Those whose flesh and blood are flying, those who die with their eyes open, those who don’t even know why they died...

The layers upon layers look like a slaughterhouse.[

In the middle of the mountain of blood and flesh, a young man with blood on his face stood there holding a heavy sword, smiling happily.

The original indigo color turned black due to being soaked with blood, blending in with Xiao Sha in the yard.

Hearing the sound at the door, the young man slowly turned his head.
Chapter completed!