Nie Changliu was stunned. He really didn't expect that such a master who made him feel like he was in the abyss would be tripped by a corpse, and it seemed that he fell quite hard.

"Walk!"

Nie Changliu made a quick decision, picked up Xu Feifei and ran away.

However, he stopped just after he took a step. The sword-holder had appeared in front of him at some point. He was squatting on the ground, picking up the broken limbs on the ground, and slowly pieced together them together.

Nie Changliu sweated coldly on his forehead, and he held Sugar Chang and took a step back.

At this moment, Xu Feifei in his arms said weakly: "Nie... Nie Changliu, can you... put me down? Stop throwing it away, I'm really seriously injured!"

Nie Changliu twitched hard, gently put Xu Feifei down, looked at the master who was holding the sword in front of him, but meticulously pieced together the corpse, and said vigilantly: "Who is Nie Changliu in Xingtian Mansion?"

The sword-holder ignored Nie Changliu, but slowly picked up the last arm, as if muttering, and said, "Murder is an art. You are still far from being a waste of resources. So many corpses and so many living works of art have been ruined by you. What a pity!"

Nie Changliu couldn't help but feel chills. This person is so perverted.

Xu Feifei, who was half lying on the ground, was suddenly shocked and said, "You are the Central Plains Daihong!"

A little red in the Central Plains!

Nie Changliu had a buzzing sound in his head. He had been in the martial arts world for many years. Especially after establishing Xingtian Mansion, he was even more concerned about the affairs of the martial arts world. A red from the Central Plains who had disappeared for many years ago reappeared in the martial arts world and killed the real person in Longhu Mountain. It was a sensation. He could not have known it.

Because of this incident, he had specially learned about Zhongyuan Yihong, one of the strongest killers in the world and the most mysterious killer. The reason why he ranks third is because of his excessively mysterious reasons.

Zhongyuan Yihong, a killer who pursues perfect murder.

Anyone who dies in the hands of Yihong of Zhongyuan will die very simply. Just as Yihong of Zhongyuan said, killing is an art, so the people he kills are an art, and the corpses passing through his hands all have different beauty.

A little red in the Central Plains is just a nickname.

This nickname comes from the people he killed. Each of them has a little red brow between their eyebrows, just like the sun set in the evening, a little far away, no other wounds or any struggles.

Nie Changliu held Sugar Chang tightly, intending to fight to the death.

Zhongyuan Yihong stood up, looked at the other messy corpses, sighed, looked at Nie Changliu, and said, "It's a pity. You're so useless and want to kill people. You're looking for me, why are you wasting such a waste?"

Nie Changliu said coldly: "What do you mean by yourself?"

Since he knew that the other party was a red from the Central Plains, Nie Changliu didn't expect the other party to sell the face of Xingtian Mansion. After all, the other party even dared to provoke Longhu Mountain, so how could he be afraid of Xingtian Mansion?

Zhongyuan Yihong shook her head and said, "It's nothing. I just felt bad when I saw you wasting so many corpses. However, you are better than them. In order to make up for my regret, I decided to make you a perfect corpse!"

Nie Changliu raised his eyebrows and cut his chest across.

At this moment, a plain voice came from a distance: "I heard that no one can escape the red sword in the Central Plains. It just so happens that my sword, no one can escape. I will ask for advice today!"

Before he finished speaking, two white shadows came in the wind, like a god descending to earth, slowly falling next to Nie Changliu.

Nie Changliu breathed a sigh of relief and said resentfully: "Boss, if you come later, you won't see me!"

Qin Keqing glanced at Nie Changliu, then looked at Gu Qingci, without saying a word.

Gu Qingci smiled slightly, patted Nie Changliu on the shoulder, took out a few jade bottles from his arms, and said, "Save people first, by the way, there is still someone who is not dead there."

Lying in a pool of blood, Yang Huaheng was shocked and suddenly wanted to cry. Finally, someone remembered him, and he was about to shed blood.

Nie Changliu took back Suzaku Chang and turned around and left.

Gu Qingci looked at Zhongyuan Yihong, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Central Yuan Yihong, I have long admired the name of Daqi. When I saw him today, I really live up to the name of a madman."

Zhongyuan Yihong sighed deeply and said, "Sword Immortal Gu Qingci, everyone says that you are like an exiled immortal from heaven. Now it seems that you are like an ordinary ordinary person and cannot appreciate the real art."

Gu Qingci also heard of the name of Yihong in Zhongyuan. He knew that this person was a complete madman and was unwilling to argue with him. He said lightly: "For personal fate, different pursuits, different pursuits. Today, you might as well give it a try!"

Zhongyuan Yihong shook her head and said, "You appear here, it's impossible for me to kill people perfectly. This time, it's better not to kill them, so let's leave it for the next time."

"Let's leave it for the next time?" Gu Qingci slapped his face. Zhongyuan Yihong was really a veritable madman. He could say that killing was as plain and natural as three meals a day. I'm afraid it was the only one in the world.

"Do you think you have another next time?" Gu Qingci sneered and reached out. The Mochou sword on Nie Changliu's back was unsheathed. He did not want to eliminate demons and defend the way for the world, but simply wanted to kill Zhongyuan Yihong. Thinking that in the future, there would be a great cultivator in the Heavenly Destiny Realm at any time. The world's top killer would take action, so he couldn't stand it.

"There will be a chance, I..."

Before the Central Plains could finish a little red talk, a sword energy seemed to be like a meteor crossing the sky. The sword light was cold and extremely gorgeous, lit up the entire night sky, and in an instant, heading towards the Central Plains a little red. At that moment, it split, as if countless stars were falling, and cherry blossoms fell under the starry sky, silenced the entire world.

At the same time, Qin Keqing also drew his sword and unsheathed it. The sword energy was like light and lightning, passing by. A snow-white figure seemed to slowly fall, but it freezes the whole world.

This was Gu Qingci and Qin Keqing's sword at the same time. It was also the first time that the two of them worked together. Without discussing, they tacitly blocked the various routes of Zhongyuan Yihong's retreat. The two swords stabbed Zhongyuan Yihong's body at the same time.

The sword energy dissipated, Gu Qingci and Qin Keqing looked at each other, and a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes.

Both of them stabbed their swords, but neither of them stabbed them.

The only thing that hit the prick is a human skin, and it instantly collapses into a ball and falls to the ground without even a drop of blood.

"What's going on?" Nie Changliu exclaimed.

Gu Qingci gently pulled the Mochou sword back, looked at the gap in the blade and the crack in the middle, and sighed. The last time he fought with Zhao Shanhe, the Mochou sword was almost ruined, but it was barely useful.
Chapter completed!