Chapter 430: Buddha's Fate (37)

A sword pierces the heart.

But in an instant, dozens of lives disappeared under the cold sword.

Everyone was shocked by Fu Yue's ruthlessness, they reprimanded her righteously, sentence after sentence, standing on the commanding heights of morality, completely forgetting that they were the ones who came to find Fu Yue's trouble in the first place.

"Demon girl, you are actually so vicious and have such a heavy hand!!"

"Jiang Si, in vain you used to be a disciple of my Liuyun sect, but now you show no mercy to your former fellow disciples. You really let me down!!"

These so-called decent families are used to being superior in the ordinary days, but now seeing this deviant Jiang Si tear off their hypocritical and disgusting masks one by one, what they say makes people laugh out loud.

Fu Yue's long and narrow peach eyes swept over coldly, without the slightest warmth, as if looking at dead people.

Fu Yue didn't even bother to argue with these people.

These rookies want to kill her.

If she doesn't fight back, is it possible that she just stays where she is and catches her without a fight?

So what if the attack is fierce.

It was these people who wanted to kill her first, and she fought back just to protect herself.

...consistent with non-causality.

This big battle.

All the sects of the Immortal Family sent almost half of their disciples and elders, and the momentum was huge.

With a long sword, Fu Yue forcibly killed a bloody path.

Countless people died under her sword.

The blood-red sunset gradually receded, corpses piled up on the cold ground, and crows flew over in groups from the sky. The blackness made the atmosphere even more treacherous and tragic.

A beautiful banshee in red, she holds a sword in one hand, and blood is dripping from the tip of the silver knife.

Little by little across the ground.

Make a harsh sound.

Anyone with eyes can see that Fu Yue's current situation is very wrong, his whole body is full of murderous aura, the backs of his hands are as white as jade with blue veins, and he looks crazy.

This made hope flash in the eyes of everyone who was about to despair.

This witch has gone mad.

If they persisted for a while longer, maybe this Jiang Si would explode and die.

Endless killing.

The years hidden in the depths of memory were revealed, and it was also the scene of blood flowing like a river.

Fu Yue lowered her head.

The thin red lips opened and closed, uttering eerie words.

"You all deserve to die."

The word kill echoed in my mind.

Become a murderous demon.

Until her body was embraced by a pair of slender white hands, the man's clear and slightly cold voice sounded in her ears, strange yet familiar.

"Jiang Si, wake up."

"Jiang Si, Jiang Si..."

One call after another, it seems to be very far away, but it seems to be only in the ear.

In the unbelievable eyes of everyone.

The monk in snow clothes raised his hand to hold the girl's head, covered his light red lips, and kissed her tenderly and forcefully.

It was so quiet that the sound of a needle falling on the ground could be heard.

Fu Yue's fingers gradually lost strength.

The sword in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

Her eyes were dazed and helpless.

The cold Mo Tong regained focus for a moment, looking at the magnified handsome face on the opposite side, Fu Yue was stunned for a moment.

Sanity gradually recovered.

The beautiful and charming peach blossom eyes gradually turned into a normal color.

Fu Yue opened her lips, wanting to ask "Why are you here?", but during the entanglement of breathing, only one word overflowed from her red lips.

"Well……"

Other people present who were lucky enough to survive.

Everyone was stunned.