Chapter 619 It’s You
It wasn't until she saw a human body exploding into a red and pink flower in the air with her own eyes that she finally realized what the saint meant by the words "not excessive enough."
The internal organs and various liquids were scattered on the ground, just like the gunpowder residue that kept falling on people during a fireworks display.
The entire martial arts arena was silent.
Then all kinds of screams and shouts broke out.
Some people's eyes were red, and they stabbed the saint with their swords desperately.
The saint was still high up, not dodging or evading. She just flicked her fingertips, and the man holding the sword was ejected like water droplets on the strings.
Another dazzlingly beautiful blood flower bloomed in the air.
In this situation, the death of the companions can no longer inspire any fear and fear, because everyone's fear and fear have reached their peak.
All excess emotions will turn into anger and blindness at this time.
More people were carried away by their emotions, and all kinds of magic weapons flashed with various colors of light and lit up one after another in the air.
However, as Ran Ran expected, except for Xuanyuan Zhenren, none of these people even have the qualifications to face the saint directly, due to the huge gap in strength.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
More and more people rushed into the air, and more and more blood flowers bloomed in the air.
At Ran Ran's feet, some of the people who were covered in blood and rain finally burst into tears.
"Let's just come and argue for a few words, why are you so vicious!"
"Why did you kill those people! They obviously didn't do anything!"
The saint's eyes turned cold, she clenched her hands into fists, and suddenly pulled out the speaker.
She pulled the person in front of her and looked coldly into those resentful and angry eyes, "I can see that you hate me, even though I haven't done anything to you."
The man roared, and he was very close to Ran Ran, so Ran Ran could clearly see every emotion on his face.
"Isn't it enough that you killed those people?!"
The saint shook her head playfully, "Your excuse doesn't sound good to me."
"If you can hate me because I killed those people, then I can also hate you because you killed Gu Fan's brother."
The man was startled, "But Gu Fan has nothing to do with you!"
The saint raised her eyebrows, "So, you have a close relationship with those who just died?"
The man was speechless for a moment.
The seven major sects have contacts with each other, but they cannot be described as "closely related".
The saint narrowed her eyes contemptuously, "Is there anything else you want to say?"
The man suddenly came back to his senses and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Gu Fan was not killed by us!"
The saint sneered, "An even more unpleasant answer."
Then she crushed the man in front of her alive like a piece of paper.
The spurting blood splashed onto Ran Ran's face, and there was still the sound of bones and internal organs squeezing together in her ears. The fishy smell of rust had already entered her nasal cavity, making her stomach churn.
Ran Ran has treated others so cruelly before, but this is the first time she has watched it all happen from the perspective of a helpless bystander.
The saint said calmly to the fragments that had turned into piles of blood and mud.
"There is no point in asking for answers because I made up my mind to kill you from the beginning."
When the saint "executed" those who provoked her one after another, agitation occurred not only in the martial arts arena, but also in the stands.
This time, Wushan's selection of the seven major sect disciples was not the main component, but they still accounted for a considerable proportion.
At this time, many candidates were running toward the martial arts arena in panic, because standing there were their sects, their teachers, and even their parents and relatives.
A young man cried bitterly against the blood-soaked black-red soil in the martial arts arena.
Yun Qingxi and Xiao Yiyang had already flown back to the ranks of their respective sects with their swords. Ran Ran did not miss this detail. In the blink of an eye, less than half of the people in the stands were reduced.
At this moment, the only ones standing behind the saint were the disciples of the small sect of casual cultivators, but they were also trembling with fear at what the saint had done, like a group of helpless lambs.
Ranran suddenly put his hand on the saint's gently moving hand, which was playing with human life like letting go of several balloons. The saint then stopped, smiled at Ran Ran and said, "What's wrong?"
Ran Ran forced a smile and said: "Your Highness, do you really plan to kill everyone here?"
The saint tilted her head, with pure confusion on her face, "Why not?"
"Don't you like it?"
Ranran held the saint's hand harder. It seemed that as long as her strength was stronger, the death of those people would be slower.
She said calmly: "Will my answer have an impact on your behavior, Your Highness?"
"Of course." The saint replied playfully: "Didn't I say it before? You are very important to me."
"Of course your attitude and thoughts are also important to me."
Ran Ran breathed a sigh of relief. It was the first time she knew that the relationship between [similar people] was so useful.
"I don't like it." Ran Ran said concisely, but in the next second, the saint proved her idea wrong.
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The saint's eyes were dim and she didn't answer.
Her attitude was clearly evident in the blood flowers that bloomed more frequently in the pale sky behind her.
Ran Ran looked stunned, and soon she heard the saint chuckle and said: "I deeply regret this."
"I sincerely hope you enjoy this show."
fraud! Big liar! Obviously a second ago he was saying that her attitude could affect her! He was simply lying to her!
Ran Ran wanted to be angry, but she seemed unable to do so. In the face of a completely unstoppable existence, she had no way to do so in order to survive.
She just listened calmly to the saint's hypocritical words, even though her heart was gradually collapsing.
But the saint still saw her emotions.
"You seem quite dissatisfied with this?"
Ran Ran couldn't help but stabbed, "My dissatisfaction cannot affect your behavior, Your Highness."
The saint smiled lightly and said after a long time: "If it's serious to a certain extent, maybe~"
Ran Ran tried to fight for it, "At this moment, there are not only people from the seven major sects in the martial arts field, but also your highness, your candidates, do you really not care about them at all?"
"They are sandwiched between the sect and you, Your Highness. They are the most difficult people at the moment."
"Embarrassed?" The saint smiled and forced Ran Ran's other hand to look down.
"I don't find it difficult for them."
"They have made their choice, haven't they?"
Ran Ran read the meaning of the saint's words and was horrified, "Your Highness, you can't do this."
"No." The saint stared at Ran Ran seriously, "In Zhongzhou, I can do whatever I want."
"This is the truth you made me realize."
Ran Ran just wanted to deny that she was the one who gave her such terrible thoughts! Long before she came to this world, she was already invincible!
Her cruelty and madness have nothing to do with her!
The saint stared closely at Ran Ran, seeming to read resistance in her eyes.
"You can't deny that."
"In this matter, only I can give an accurate answer, and only I can experience it."
The saint sighed and put her hand on Ran Ran's cheek, like the affectionate touch between lovers. She smiled and said cruel words.
"It was you who gave me the idea."
"If there were no thoughts, there would be no madman like me, nor would there be anything like this."
The saint laughed, as if she wanted to share this grand scene of white snow and red blood with Ran Ran.
"This is all because of you!"
"It's you, my kind."