......

【Woo~Woo——Woo——!】

In the lake of her heart, Yao Zhixue's suppressed sobs surged like a tide.

"vomit--!"

Zhang Queling couldn't hold it in any longer. She leaned on her saber, bent over, and began to retch violently.

Acidic water mixed with the dirty blood that she had forced herself to swallow flowed out of her mouth, leaving a pool of filth on the ground.

During this short pause of more than ten seconds, the area twenty or thirty meters away was quietly filled with people.

The wanderer who defected to the Tartars and the military masters wearing heavy armor blocked all her escape routes.

call--!

A sound of clothes breaking through the air with a sweet and fishy fragrance passed over my head.

When Zhang Queling looked up, she saw that a fat monk had already landed on the top of the pile of corpses closest to her, which was made entirely of female corpses.

He sat cross-legged with a solemn expression, his thick right arm stretched out like flowing water, and his chubby index finger and thumb gently picked up...

The whole person exudes a kind of tranquility and peace of Zen.

"Donor, put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha right here!"

The Buddhist sound echoed and the air vibrated.

Zhang Queling's mind was in a state of confusion. Thinking of the previous killing, he actually had the urge to throw down his sword, stop fighting, and convert to Buddhism.

She is too tired.

Now, the energy and blood in her body is less than one-fifth of what it was at its peak, and her spirit is exhausted to the extreme. The remaining sanity is simply unable to mobilize the energy and blood to resist this strange sound attack.

She wanted to bite the tip of her tongue to wake herself up, but after trying several times, the muscles in her jaw were soft and she couldn't exert any strength at all.

"It's going to be bad!"

Her fingers became increasingly uncontrollable, and the heavy saber was slipping from her grasp little by little.

Zhang Queling's consciousness became increasingly blurred, and he could only scream in his heart with his last bit of strength.

[Yao Zhixue, get angry, cry, don't hold it in! Let it out! Let it out!]

[Ah! Ah!]

Yao Zhixue's cries suddenly changed tone. It was no longer a cowardly whimper, but a scream filled with boundless hatred!

「I’m going to kill them! Kill them! Ugh! Kill them!」

boom--!

A huge, deep, tsunami-like negative emotion swept over, instantly shattering the Buddhist sound confinement.

Immediately afterwards, a surging storm of energy and blood rose and swirled, gathering into a red cloud above Zhang Queling's head.

She opened her eyes, and her beautiful eyes were filled with emptiness, deathly silence and despair.

Before the last bit of her rationality disappeared, she grinned and sighed with difficulty.

"Yao...Zhi...Xue...admire...this kind of hatred and...pain...how...do you...endure it?"

Next second.

Rumble——!

The blood and energy cloud exploded, and the scarlet blood mist instantly covered an area of ​​dozens of meters.

Zhang Queling's body was looming in the blood mist, and dense blood beads oozed out of the surface of her skin, dyeing her whole body blood red.

Her long hair moved without wind, and every strand of her hair was trembling as if it had life.

The aura around him continued to rise, and there was a faint trend of breaking through the fourth level!

The life-and-death killing move of "Vajra Body" - Vajra Breaks the Mountain!