Out of the corner of his eye and full of ruthless killing, his eyes were slightly raised and he looked at Lu Yuan with contempt.
"Get lost!"
In the next second, Han Qianqian clenched his hand, his teeth clenched, and his eyes showed a fierce light!
His body transformed, and when Lu Yuan barely reacted, Han Qianqian had already reappeared where Lu Yuan was, and Lu Yuan, who should have been there, had his feet off the ground, and a large hand was stuck between his neck, as hard as a vise.
Lu Yuan desperately tried to break free with his left and right hands, but every time he hit Han Qianqian's hand, it was as if he had slapped it on steel.
There was no possibility of breaking free!
Han Qianqian's gaze swept over the remaining people, causing all of them to swallow hard, for forty-nine people, none of them dared to move, let alone try to save Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan's eyes were already bloodshot, and his face had even turned from red to purple. He probably would not have thought until his death that a man of such high cultivation as he was would end up dying like a mortal.
Only, Lu Yuan did not struggle and beg for mercy like a dog, since he could not break free, he chose to condense his last breath above his throat.
"If you kill them, you will have slaughtered the whole city!" Lu Yuan looked at Han Qianqian indifferently, and after he finished speaking, he slightly closed his eyes and waited for death to come.
"Roar!"
Han Qianqian's hand was so strong that he threw Lu Yuan tens of meters like a giant bear throwing a rabbit, and then smashed heavily on the ground, causing stone chips to fly all over the stone street.
The devilish energy in his hands gathered again and he rushed forward, killing again.
Only, the more he killed, the slower Han Qianqian's figure became, and the blood red in his eyes quickly faded.
"If you kill them, you will have slaughtered the whole city!!!"
"If you kill them, you will have slaughtered the entire city!"
Lu Yuan's voice began to echo continuously in his head, while at the same time, every zombie that Han Qianqian had killed kept appearing in Han Qianqian's mind before he died.
He might have been a jianghu warrior with a hearty laugh, or a street vendor selling some small vegetables, or some woman or child, an old man ......
"Ah!"
Suddenly, Han Qianqian violently stopped his attack, and the whole person clutched his head and half-kneeled on the ground in pain.
Those smiling faces, those hundreds of people appeared more frequently in his mind, like the curtain of a movie, constantly flashing and interlacing ......
The next thing he knew was the simple smile of Fu Mang's life ......
Suddenly, Han Qianqian's hand faintly dropped from his head, and at the same time, his body withdrew violently and flew towards Lu Yuan in the distance.
The hearts of the Blue Mountain Pavilion's disciples were instantly grasping, and even the dying Lu Yuan, who was now looking at Han Qianqian who was once again pouncing on him, was helplessly smiling bitterly, closing his eyes and waiting to die.
Anyway, he should have been choked to death just now, living for a few dozen more seconds was enough.
However, after waiting for about three seconds, the intense pain or the smell of death did not come, and with Han Qianqian's speed, this was by no means possible.
When he thought of this, he slowly opened his eyes, and Han Qianqian's figure stood right in front of him with an extremely strong demonic aura. He instinctively flinched in fear, but in the next second, he couldn't help but frown.
The blood red in Han Qianqian's hair had disappeared at some point, and although his eyes were still icy cold, the previously vacant, murderous red light had long since disappeared.
"You ......"
Suddenly, Han Qianqian's hand lifted slightly and a white light radiated out from his palm, faintly scattering over Lu Yuan's body.
Those disciples thought that Han Qianqian was going to kill Lu Yuan again, and at this moment, they all struggled to come over to save, but at this moment, Lu Yuan waved his hand.
Because Lu Yuan instantly felt his body turn abnormally warm, and the severe pain in his body began to disappear, and his injured internal organs seemed to slowly begin to heal.
A few moments later, Han Qianqian withdrew one hand and the white light disappeared, but Lu Yuan found that he was no longer seriously injured and curiously touched his body, only to find that those external wounds had almost healed.
"What does it mean to say that killing the entire city's people is the same as slaughtering this city?" Han Qianqian frowned slightly and said softly.
"I'm not sure, none of us at the top of Blue Mountain know anything about these zombies, but ......" Lu Yuan said, standing up from the ground and glancing at the other disciples far away before saying softly, "However, I inadvertently heard someone from the Desert City mention it."
"The Desert City? You mean Fang Kun's group?" Han Qianqian frowned and said.
"Exactly." Lu Yuan nodded, "Although they live far away in the desert and no one knows their exact origins, they are exceptionally mysterious, however, I heard that they are the ones who know the most about the Demon Monks."
Han Qianqian nodded, this was something that Lu Ruoxin had mentioned sideways many times before, and it could be proven that what Lu Yuan said was not a lie.
Han Qianqian looked at Lu Yuan and said, "You continue."
Lu Yuan nodded, glanced at Han Qianqian, hesitated for some moments, nodded, and said, "This matter, it starts from yesterday ......"