When Zhao Yufan saw the corpses on the ground, he had already decided to fight to the death in Shuangyue Canyon.
The Frozen Swordsmen deserved their death in the eyes of many people, because they killed too many innocent people, and the reason for killing was just to dye the scarlet horse under their crotch red.
Warriors and soldiers are alike.
On a dangerous battlefield, killing is unavoidable.
However, no warrior or soldier will kill civilians without any reason.
As a warrior, the Frozen Swordsman killed innocent people without hesitation.
He has already committed a heinous crime and deserves to die.
This is a battle between justice and evil.
Zhao Yufan represents justice, and the Frozen Swordsman represents evil.
With white snow flying, 301 frozen swordsmen broke into the Shuangyue Canyon and stopped neatly a hundred meters away from the seven Zhao Yufans, watching intently.
The guest immortal among the Frozen Swordsmen had a stern look on his face.
He rode for more than ten meters, reined in his horse, and carefully looked at the seven people in front of him.
Six of them were Han Bingyue and the others, but he did not recognize the masked person in the middle.
As Lord Wu, he is not afraid of Han Bingyue and the others, but he is afraid of Zhao Yufan.
He didn't recognize the man wearing the mask.
Suddenly, he thought to himself, could it be Zhao Yufan?
"Where's Zhao Yufan?"
Han Bingyue frowned and stared at Lord Wu in front of him, and replied coldly: "I don't need him to deal with you."
"Really?"
Ke Xian sneered, stared at the masked person warily, and said sarcastically: "Don't think I don't know, it's Zhao Yufan."
The person wearing the mask was none other than Zhao Yufan.
Zhao Yufan turned his eyes and made a hoarse and sharp voice: "I am Zhao Yufan's friend, you can call me Sword Demon."
"Sword Demon" Ke Xian frowned.
There was no impression of this person in his mind, but from the horrifying murderous aura emanating from the Sword Demon and his voice, it could be judged that the Sword Demon was not Zhao Yufan.
If he faced Zhao Yufan, he would leave without hesitation, but since there is no Zhao Yufan, the seven people in front of him can only become part of the scarlet horse under his crotch.
Mo Qi held the sword and whispered: "This man is one of the four leaders of the Frozen Swordsmen.
He is known as the Guest Immortal.
He is an extremely powerful killer.
He can transform your friends in an instant and kill you. ” The "Kill" guest immortal smiled ferociously, and the three hundred frozen swordsmen behind him surged forward like a tide.
Zhao Yufan and the others lined up in a row looked at each other and rushed forward.
They were like sharp swords, piercing the heart of the enemy.
White snow was flying and blood filled the air.
There were only white and red in everyone's world.
Gradually, the red swallowed up the white, and the world completely turned blood red.
Zhao Yufan, who transformed into a sword demon, was like a bloodthirsty devil, harvesting the lives around him.
As long as anyone dared to approach him, he would kill them without hesitation.
The strength of the frozen swordsmen is not as strong as that of Zhao Yufan and others.
The only one who can compete is Ke Xian, but Ke Xian is a killer, and killers will not attack easily, and their attacks must be fatal blows.
Suddenly, the guest immortal moved.
He didn't care about the death of his companions.
He knew that among the Han Bing Yue people, the Sword Demon was the most terrifying, so as long as he could kill the Sword Demon with one blow, the Han Bing Yue people would definitely die.
Zhao Yufan did not react when he noticed that the guest immortal had disappeared.
In fact, he knew that the guest immortal was coming to assassinate him, but as a sword demon, he could never display Zhao Yufan's martial arts, or even show the performance that Zhao Yufan should have.
A chill came from behind, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Yufan's mask.
He suddenly rotated the knife backwards, and at the same time his body also rotated, and the blade turned into a rotating sharp blade, cutting everything around him.
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Many people have used this technique before.
He improved the martial arts used by everyone and used the brand-new martial arts Spiral Blade.
The constantly rotating blade directly caused the guest immortals to fly back.
The surrounding frozen swordsmen also fell to the ground after several rounds of blade rotation, and the white snow also turned bright red in an instant.
The fighting continued around, Han Bingyue and the others were divided and surrounded, and were in danger.
Zhao Yufan and Ke Xian stared at each other, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.
The two of them were the core of the team.
If someone died, the entire team would collapse.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and snow foam suddenly floated.
Suddenly, the guest immortal took action.
The white shadow flashed away, and he had already galloped in front of Zhao Yufan, and stabbed Zhao Yufan's head with the dagger in his hand.
This blow was extremely vicious.
However, before the dagger fell, he felt a shock of pain in his chest.
He couldn't help but spurt blood from the corner of his mouth.
He lowered his head and looked down.
A sharp knife gradually turned into a shadow in front of his eyes, and then slowly faded. , turns black.
The body of Ke Xian fell to the ground.
Zhao Yufan looked at the surrounded Han Bingyue and others with a sinister look, roared hoarsely, and rushed over.
I originally thought that the death of Ke Xian would cause chaos among the Frozen Swordsmen, but I didn't expect that the Frozen Swordsmen were extremely calm and still attacked in an orderly manner.
They mobilized some people to intercept Zhao Yufan desperately, hoping to have a chance to kill others.
Unfortunately, their wish was quickly shattered.
A few dozen ice swordsmen were not enough to resist Zhao Yufan, who transformed into a sword demon.
Half an hour later, apart from the corpses on the ground, only seven people, Zhao Yufan, were standing in Shuangyue Canyon.
Mo Qi squatted on the ground, breathing heavily, and while bandaging his wounds, he said, "Uncle, no, they are too strong.
There will definitely be more enemies next time.
How can we resist them?"
Everyone fell into silence.
There was really no way for the battle below to continue.
Even if Zhao Yufan displayed his Martial King cultivation, he still couldn't resist too many frozen swordsmen.
Zhao Yufan was wearing a mask and could not clearly see his expression at this time, but his actions as he looked up at the mountains and wiped the knife carefully gave people an absent-minded feeling, as if he had a winning ticket.
Following his gaze, everyone saw the snow-white mountains.
The mountains were empty, not even a withered old tree existed.
"Don't worry."
Zhao Yufan said calmly, "The guest immortal is dead.
If the Frozen Swordsmen are out, they will definitely use all their strength.
Then we can catch them all and avenge the innocent people who died."
"Get out of here, uncle, keep fighting, I think we are going to the west."
Mo Qi curled his lips with a wry smile on his face.
Standing up slowly, Zhao Yufan raised his head and said in a hoarse and cold voice: "Don't worry, don't forget who I am."
When the others heard the words, they were immediately speechless, and some didn't know what to say.
Tie Yunshan rolled his eyes and said sarcastically: "Who do you think you are?"
Zhao Yufan was lying on the cold snow, his head resting on his arms, and he said lazily: "Sleep, there will be a big battle tomorrow."
Looking at Zhao Yufan who was sleeping soundly, several other people also lay directly on the snow, closing their eyes and meditating.
They were not in Zhao Yufan's mood and could still sleep in such a crisis.
Of course, it wasn't because they were worried about tomorrow's battle that they couldn't sleep.
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Since Zhao Yufan stays here, they believe in Zhao Yufan.
Even if he really dies here, they will have no regrets.
What makes it difficult for them to sleep is why Zhao Yufan dares to stay here: