Successor Goddess of Death (Series 2)
152. Birthday of Bloody II
He stood with an untouched face above the defensive wall and looked at whoever came out of the Ice Blue Sect.
He vowed to kill anyone who had been unfaithful and died the Ice Blue Sect in times of difficulty.
"I won't leave even if this ends in defeat ! The Ice Blue Sect has helped me and I have to pay for it ! " Shouted one of the female disciples with a large sword.
"You're right, I won't be a scared coward ! The sect has already taken me from a piece of trash to a human !" Shouted another man with a roaring face.
He was quietly moved by this struggle, there were some who chose to endure. But, out of the 3,000 disciples of the Ice Blue Sect, there were only 915 Sect disciples left.
He looked back only to see the mountain where his father had taken shelter.
"So this is your choice ?" Jin Xue asked sarcastically.
"Fenghuang, uncle will fight these three people. " Say Xue Yun with a hardened face.
"Sect Chief, let me help you. " Said Ouyang Si Niang who jumped on top of the tower.
Two other people in black came and stood next to Xue Yun.
"If you dare, let's fight !" Said Xue Yun.
The man leaped onto the vacant ground in the northern part, leaving behind three thousand troops standing in front of him.
He stood up while holding his great sword.
"We Disciples of the Blue Ice Sect have never been afraid of death, we're just afraid of not being able to repay the debt of gratitude to the Sect !" Shouted the students below.
His hands clenched, black smoke shot out from his body and his eyes darkened. He could barely control himself.
"Groan !" He said lightly but firmly, the door was opened and three thousand troops stormed in.
He jumped down from the top of the wall and slashed brutally he was in the middle of the crowd.
He held his sword with both hands.
Cresshhhh
With a single slash of his twisting, the people around him must have died with their stomachs split open. Blood splashed everywhere, his face filled with blood.
Not until there, he stabbed the sword into the chest of his opponent indiscriminately. Then pull it out and stab it again.
Until the end of his sword was embedded too deeply within one's body, the person behind him took the chance.
Shutt
An arrow pierced through his right shoulder, he was stunned forward before pulling out the arrow quickly as if it did not hurt.
He threw the arrow backwards, right at the person who shot it with an extremely powerful force.
He pulled out his hairpick and stabbed the person who was turning his back, the person immediately vomited blood and fell.
He turned to the left where there was a person who intended to attack him, he threw his mother's hair pin.
The hair pin was precisely stuck on the forehead of that person, that person instantly fell to the ground without another word.
The hairpin was covered in blood, he plucked out the hairpin and took out his sword violently.
He poked his hair back on his hair, and let the blood flow from his hair.
His entire body was covered in blood, he was staring around him hatefully. Then he saw hundreds of his Sect disciples being killed viciously.
This aroused his anger.
"You'll pay dearly for having done this !" His voice with a hoarse voice, this was very different from his usual voice.
His tone was filled with hatred, with one hand resting on the sword. He looked around with a cruelty.
His face was filled with fresh blood, hundreds of people fell on his hands, his sword continued to flow fresh blood endlessly.
He did not stop until there, he continued to slash with eyes that were already reddened by the splash of blood.
He stared back with horror as he looked at the dozens of Golden Crow that flew over his father's house.
"Dad !" Her screams with a stifled voice as blood was flowing from her lips.
A sword pierced through his abdomen, he clenched his hand and pulled the sword from his stomach with all his might.
"Aghhhh !" He roared furiously and broke the sword into three pieces.
He continued his attacks to be more violent, he did not care about the open wounds on his shoulders and abdomen.
His sword had already slashed without direction, already thousands of people he had already killed. The disciples of the Blue Ice Sect became increasingly thinning, from being 200 to being dozens of people.
He felt his hands glow, and sure enough there was a dim red light on his arms.
"Dad !" He kept shouting hysterically.
He would run inside but hundreds of people were blocking him, he could not get inside. If this fellow was an ordinary warrior then it would be easy to face him.
The problem was, they all had strength that was only below his several levels. With his limited abilities, how could he not be defeated ?
What made her endure until now was her strong determination. The red mark on his arm was a sign that the formation he had made was becoming weaker and weaker at all times.
This makes her become more blind, she does not care about her legs are filled by scratches or her face is filled with blood.
Pahhh
He was whipped from behind, his sword was thrown and he fell one foot on his knees. His mouth kept spitting out blood.
Cresshhhh
A sword pierced his left shoulder that had not been injured, he frowned when the pain was so intense.
She wanted to stand up but her legs did not have any more power, she pulled her hair pin and stabbed the leg of one of the people near her.
His Qi was almost over. Imagine, against thousands of people who have a cultivation level almost on par with his.
He nailed the man's foot to the ground with his hair pin without a care of the sword that was still stuck on his left shoulder.
Dukk
Her chest was kicked which made her slam hit the tree trunk while coughing blood.
The sword that had originally only broken through half into its fullness penetrated through her, she whipped out the sword and with a knock Seok took the hair pin.
He looked at the person in front of him hatefully, trying to stand up relying on the sword he had just released by him.
His body was filled with wounds, his palms were severely injured due to the attacks of people. His arms filled with scratches, he grasped the unfamiliar sword with trembling hands.
"You guys forced me to do this !" His speech was half roaring, he walked forward limping.
His sword slashed at the necks of some people with its remaining strength. He threw some daggers from his space ring.
And all of his right piercing in the middle of their forehead, people fell down before they even had a chance to blink.
He walked with difficulty because his legs were no longer shaped. All of it was filled with blood.
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