Sima Yuan stared at Wang Luo, who was entangled in his own golden wire, his eyes were empty, and he raised his head and glanced at the sky.

Some muttered to himself: "There is really no airtight wall in the world!"

There was a drop of rain on Sima Yuan's palm.

Sima Yuan held a short knife in both hands and leaned towards Wang Luo step by step.

The stronger the wind, Sima Yuan somehow remembered the master who had long since died, and did not teach kung fu, but only taught iron.

surnamed Zhang, I only know that the village is called Old Man Zhang.

Old man Zhang said that short knives are used for self-defense, and weapons for self-use must be built by themselves. If it grows too far and is too empty, it can't see clearly, and it can't carry its destiny.

I still like the feeling that my life is being controlled by myself, and I always rely on an ethereal thing, and I don't feel anything.

In the past, when Sima Yuan followed Master Zhang to strike iron, he couldn't figure out the meaning of this sentence, and it was not until now that Sima Yuan had a deep understanding.

The more you want to kill, the more you win.

The more you want to go further, the more you have to go step by step.

"Two hundred and twenty-seventh!" Sima Yuan muttered in his mouth, and shot out with both swords.

Approaching the king's vital point.

Wang Luo is not stupid, although his feet are trapped, he can also fight with a hammer in both hands.

Double hammer against double knife, dead can not be carried.

Sima Yuan's sleeves trembled, and there were even more gold threads. Bypassing the double hammer, Wang Luo's hands were entangled.

No matter how hard Wang Luo struggled, he couldn't break free at all.

"I strike iron, and I cast wire. The knife was forged from volcanic stone, and it was frozen in the deep sea for ten years before it was opened. Not to mention this silk, there was a chance to obtain half of the dragon's whiskers, refining and adding it to the spider silk. Even if it is a god, it is difficult to unravel. Sima Yuan said proudly.

After hearing this, Wang Luo didn't struggle anymore, but just sighed.

After Sima Yuan finished speaking, the double knives were closed behind him. didn't wait for Wang Luo to speak, and punched Wang Luo in the face.

The fist was to the flesh, and Wang Luo leaned back.

Because of the pull of the golden thread, it will not fall.

In this way, Sima Yuan punched a hundred punches upward, and Wang Luo's hands and ankles were bleeding, and even the white bones on his wrists were faintly visible.

Wang Luo endured the pain and did not say a word.

Wang Luo stared at everything in front of him, and he became in a trance.

"Be a bad guy in your next life, don't get along with the forces. In the next life, I will have a longer memory, not everyone in this world can be offended. If you want to blame, blame the person who gave the kill order. After Sima Yuan finished speaking lightly, he turned around.

"Don't you want to see my picture of Vientiane? Before you die, you should take a good look at it, and it can be regarded as your wish. ”

Sima Yuan said, tapping his eyebrows.

Heaven and earth are dark, and all things are one. The sky above the scar was even more thunderous. There are countless pillars of golden silk light, appearing in the small world, just surrounding Wang Luo. A little bit of movement, everywhere I went, even the land was cut into grains of dust.

Wang Luo looked at the sky above his head, his eyes were indifferent, and he slowly pinched the trick.

I can vaguely hear "Nine days falling!"

Wang Luo used the last trace of his heart to control his own space, and the sky dome ended. What shocked Wang Luo was that the two layers of "heaven" collided, and his heavenly dome couldn't suppress Sima Yuan's "scar". Wang Luo's despair came to an end.

"Don't be afraid!" Wang Luo hallucinated, as if someone had patted him on the back.

He turned his head, blurred.

But it is a white expanse, like a snowflake in the winter of Wuling City.