Red, blood red.

Li Haoran, who was passing through the forest, looked at everything in front of him with red eyes. The first thing that caught his eye was a dazzling blood-red color, as if he was in hell on earth. The more pungent the breath was, the more uncomfortable it was.

At this time, everyone who followed noticed that there were corpses everywhere by the forest, and none of the corpses were complete, with broken limbs and broken arms, and internal organs. This was a scene that only appeared in a nightmare. Compared with Duan Susu's writing that day, it was even more than that. Looking at the clothes of the corpses, they were just ordinary people.

On the open space covered with blood, one by one, one by one, was pierced by a long knife and nailed to the ground.

In front of Li Haoran, a corpse that had already stopped breathing, had extremely twisted face, and was unnaturally twisted at strange angles and was cruelly nailed to the ground.

The corpses that had lost their lives were dying everywhere on the ground, but their bodies were twitching unconsciously. The blood and body fluids dyed the vast open space red. The broken limbs were scattered everywhere, and the pungent smell made people feel like they would exhaust all their strength every time they breathed.

Li Haoran's face was as deep as water, his divine eyes flashed with infinite cold light, but the anger in his heart had reached a peak, and he wished he could find the group of beasts immediately and fight back.

Yang Guo, who was originally relaxed, was also stunned. His lazy smile also solidified on his face, as if it was not the muscles on his face but the world.

Although Duan Susu and the four girls had just experienced a fierce battle outside Wanshou Villa, the scene in front of them still made them unable to help but hold the horse and lean over and retching.

"Ah!" Li Haoran's roar was like a thunderclap that exploded on the ground: "Who did it? Get out of me, get out of it..."

The sound rumbling spread far away, echoing throughout the empty sky, as if the roar of a demon from hell.

Quiet, extremely quiet, so quiet that you can hear the sound of the accelerated blood in Li Haoran's body. The temperature around instantly dropped to a point that ordinary people could not bear.

Suddenly, a scimitar entered Li Haoran's eyes; the knife was curved, like internal organs everywhere; the curved knife emitted a faint evil light, as if showing off its achievements and its cruelty.

Li Haoran smiled and said with a smile: "Mongolian scimitar was done by the Mongolians. So, who else is so cruel in this era except the Mongolians?"

Li Haoran's pupils were covered with ferocious and twisted blood. The "Haoran righteousness" in his body rotated wildly, and a poisonous fire in his heart suddenly burned, as if he was about to burn his body.

The murderous aura, a tangible and qualitative murderous aura emerged from Li Haoran's body wildly, and the destructive aura was filled with violent anger and the urge to kill.

In the past, Li Haoran had the idea of ​​a family in the world, believing that Mongolia was also a member of the great Chinese nation. Therefore, he was disdainful of Guo Jing's loyalty to the Song Dynasty. But now he understood, did he know that while he was laughing at Guo Jing, he was the most ignorant person in the world.

Some people say that the ancient Mongols were extremely cruel, extremely fierce, and extremely lewd. Every time they took a city, they would slaughter the city at any time. The cruelty of their methods was rare in the 5,000-year history of China. This is also the fundamental reason why the Han people continued to revolt after the establishment of the Yuan Dynasty. Now, Li Haoran finally understood the mentality of those who were benevolent and ambitious. It was not that they were willing to rebel, but that the Mongols did not give the Han people a way out.

Wherever he thought, Li Haoran roared to the sky, and the Xuan Iron Sword slashed hard, and a shocking "bang" sounded, and the entire ground was broken by an irresistible force.

Zhu Ziliu, who recovered from his senses, looked tragic and said hatefully: "Junior brother, the murderer must be the Mongols. They are cruel and their killing methods are exactly the same as what they saw just now. If they move, they will slaughter all the subjects. They are extremely cruel. They are not human at all. They emerged from hell. I dare not imagine what the whole beautiful country will look like after they unify the world."

Li Haoran took a deep breath and said to Yu Ruohanbing: "I don't care whether they come from hell or heaven. In short, in my eyes, they are not humans, but corpses."

After his beliefs were broken, his ideas suddenly changed. No matter what the Mongolians in later generations were, there was no difference between the Mongolians in front of him and the Japanese Japanese pirates. What kind of world is that he is deceiving himself.

Li Haoran suddenly let out a sharp roar, and the Divine Eagle pounced down, and he said, "Brother Diao, you are leading the way ahead and help me find out where this beast is going."

When the Divine Eagle flew away, he said again: "The blood has not dried up, and these beasts should not have gone far away." Before he finished speaking, the man was like a goshawk, and lightning flew forward.

After walking for several miles, the Divine Eagle suddenly fell in front of Li Haoran and kept pulling him forward, as if very anxious. Li Haoran patted its head and understood its meaning in his heart.

The man shot out like an arrow, galloping forward like lightning. But he saw his body flying flat and reaching the level of wind. After walking for more than two miles, he could hear the shouts and screams.

Li Haoran saw that more than 300 Mongolian soldiers were crowded with horses, and they kept walking. They wrapped them in a circle, and there seemed to be someone fighting to kill them inside.

In the circle, an old man in ordinary clothes danced wildly. His hair was scattered and like a madman. He was protecting a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, who was fighting with more than twenty Mongolian soldiers in a crazy way. The old man had a wonderful palm technique, but his body was covered in blood and seemed to have suffered a lot of injuries. At this moment, he was teased by Mongolian soldiers with one knife and another. The situation was very critical.

Li Haoran was furious and burst out. Six veins of divine swords shot out from more than ten feet away. The sword energy was like lightning, and several soldiers were killed immediately after being killed. He roared sharply, pulled out the heavy black iron sword and Lingyan sword. He rushed into the crowd like lightning. The two swords flashed, and the cold light sucked out. One sword must have been killed on the spot. More than thirty or forty people had been killed in a moment.

These more than 200 soldiers were elite Mongolian soldiers. They were ordered to go south to investigate military information, burning fire and looting along the way, and they were so happy. At this moment, they were caught off guard by Li Haoran, and dozens of people were instantly broken. Everyone was shocked, drew their swords toward each other, screaming and rushing towards Li Haoran.

Along the way, Li Haoran was filled with anger. These Mongolian soldiers were not only cruel and ruthless, but also broke the idea that the world was the whole country and the beliefs he had been insisting on was broken, which made him not angry and not murderous intent.

Li Haoran looked around with his tiger eyes, and there were more than a dozen women's bodies that had lost their vitality under his feet. These Japanese people actually did such a licentious thing in broad daylight, and all the women seemed to have been tortured by them.

This debauchery and cruel scene turned anger into a murderous intent that surged from the bottom of his heart. Anger, hatred, blood, killing, destruction, and destruction were the only thoughts in Li Haoran's mind.

The two swords in his hand seemed to be so excited that they could not help themselves because they were about to drink blood. The surging murderous intent was like a flood digging a dike, uncontrollable.

"Kill!" Li Haoran roared violently, and swung the heavy sword in his hand as hard as possible, making a loud noise. The powerful and unstoppable aura burst out unstoppable. Each of the more than ten people in front of him, each of whom, was chopped into four pieces by the sword.

Li Haoran suddenly looked up to the sky and let out a sorrow of shattering the faith in his chest. His murderous aura was even stronger and murderous intent was everywhere. Everyone who looked at him was trembling and hurriedly turned his head elsewhere. The sword swept across, and the powerful sounds shocked all the Mongolian soldiers' ears. More than a dozen soldiers were sadly discovering that they had lost their heads and knelt down in front of a woman's body as if they were praying for sins to be forgiven. They didn't have time to scream at the end of their lives, and in the next moment, they completely lost consciousness.

A cold and fierce light shot out from Li Haoran's eyes, and his sharp eyes swept over the Mongolian soldiers on the deck one by one, and said in a cold tone: "You all go to hell for me!"

After speaking, he rushed towards the Mongolian soldiers like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, with his body movements as fast as a stream of light. What he hated most in his life was bullying women and children, and the other party was a disgraceful mess. Killing them all was the only idea in his heart. Killing, slaughtering, and slaughtering all these inhuman species was the only idea in Li Haoran.

The Mongolian soldiers are also worthy of being the elite. Although they were scared to death by Li Haoran who suddenly appeared, they did not retreat. They waved their swords to attack, and everyone's faces showed a look of dying together.

Li Haoran swung his sword to kill, the Black Iron Sword, and the Lingyan Sword peak was extremely sharp. Whether it was a scimitar or a human being, he would cut every sword, and he would break all the swords, without any surviving words, and his technique was not as cruel as these people's hands.

At this moment, he was not afraid, worried, hesitated, and his firm heart was not shaken at all. Killing was his only idea at the moment. These people were not as good as animals. Fortunately, they once thought that the whole world was a family. Mongolia overthrew the Zhao Song Dynasty, but he had no complaints, but he was so cruel to ordinary people that no one could see.

Li Haoran waved his sword like lightning, the sword light was like a rainbow, the sword ended with corpses, and the sword ended with a crack in his body. At this moment, he seemed to be a god of killing in hell, with a cruel and evil smile on his face, and he easily killed more than 40 people like chopping melons and vegetables. Each of them was killed with one sword, and the expression on his face was frozen at the moment of death.

Until this moment, Yang Guo, Master Yideng and others arrived just now. Everyone was shocked to see Li Haoran, who was like a god of killing, but they recalled the tragic scene before the innocent death they saw.

Yang Guo shouted loudly and led everyone into the enemy group. Facing these beasts, what other rules are there? One word - kill, kill, kill, kill. Only by killing can one calm the hatred in his heart.

Yilan sighed and joined the group killing, but his methods were much more civilized. The "Yang Finger" bounced, and his fingers were filled with breath, leaving deep blood holes between the eyebrows of the soldiers who died under his fingers. He killed for a moment and flashed directly to the old man and the girl to protect them. Seeing that Li Haoran and others had the upper hand, they stopped taking action.

Li Haoran had thirteen people on one side, and one person blocked a hundred was not a problem. At this moment, they were facing more than ten Mongolian soldiers alone, but they were better than walking in the garden and killed them easily.

With the joining of this new force, Li Haoran's pressure was greatly reduced. It is necessary to know that he not only killed people, but also kept paying attention to the safety of the old man and the girl. He did not kill enough. Whenever the old man was in danger, he would help him from afar. Although he was not injured, he did not dare to break out of this circle. Now, with Master Yideng, he was completely relieved and the speed of killing was faster.

Although there were more than a hundred casualties in Mongolian soldiers at this time, the number was still large and the fighting spirit was still strong. With strong fighting spirit, they fought against these devilish figures.

The sunset was like fire, shining blood red all over the ground, corpses were in a mess, broken limbs and arms were everywhere, swords were like frost, and the wails before death were heard. Two moments later, more than 300 Mongolian soldiers were returned by Li Haoran and a group of people, and they were all slaughtered in the air. The corpses on the ground silently told the tragic moment.

Li Haoran woke up and looked back, and was shocked by the tragic scene. But he had no intention of regret in his heart. These people would only harm the people. The Mongols were so cruel before they could get the world. If they could unify the world, would the Han people in the world still have a way out? Killing people is not what Li Haoran loves, but he is not afraid of killing people.

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