Wu Qiankun was about to respond to something, but at this moment, Peng Qilin's voice sounded again, his patience was completely worn out, he couldn't wait any longer, and yelled directly: "Are you all finished? How can you send a person to fight so grinding? Can't you find a person who can fight? Such a bunch of waste." You still want to attack my Peng family, who gave you courage? You think that my Peng family has guns, despicable, and unfair to you, but I have given you a fair chance, and I am willing to fight with you alone, the key is, what kind of ability do you have, all of them are vulnerable. This is a society where the law of the jungle is the strongest, and if you are not capable, don't blame others for being ruthless. Whoever of you is not convinced, whoever has the ability, stand up and fight me, come!"

A generation of heroes Zhao Huang died in the hands of Peng Qilin, but Peng Qilin still seemed to be like stepping on an ant to death, he didn't care, he just wanted to know who the third respondent was. His domineering roar was extremely frivolous. He really regards himself as the God who rules everything, everyone else is an ant, he can slaughter other people's lives at will, he feels that he is the only supreme king in the world.

In the face of Peng Qilin's arrogance, all the people in Wu Qiankun's camp darkened their faces, everyone's hearts fell into extreme gloom, and everyone's expressions showed despair. Zhao Huang's death once again dealt a heavy blow to everyone.

Maybe at the beginning, there were still many people who thought that Peng Qilin should not dare to be bold enough to kill more than 5,000 people here, but now, seeing the head of the Ye family and the head of the Zhao family die tragically under Peng Qilin, everyone finally has to believe that in this world, there is nothing he Peng Qilin dare not do, he is the god of death, the god of death who can take everyone's lives without hesitation.

Suddenly, the entire sky seemed to be shrouded in haze, and the more than 5,000 people in Wu Qiankun's camp were like frozen ice sculptures, stiff pestles in place, and their expressions were gloomy. Fluttering snow. The cold air, the whizzing wind, could not shake them for half a minute, and they were already completely desperate.

The people of the Ye family didn't cry anymore, and the people of the Zhao family didn't cry either, they were all in extreme pain, numb to the pain, they were immersed in silent sorrow, unable to extricate themselves. They also know that they will not escape death, but it is only a matter of time.

The aura of death eroded the more than 5,000 people in Wu Qiankun's team, casting a heavy shadow on everyone. It's not that they're afraid of death, if it's a vigorous battle, they'll die happily, but if they're killed by random gunfire, they're really not happy. If they could, they would have rushed up and fought for it.

But, how do you spell it? No matter how good you are. Can you beat a submachine gun from a distance? Can you hold a bullet? Or, who can beat Peng Qilin?

There is another opportunity given by Peng Qilin, but who can seize it? Who can grasp it?

Just now, Peng Qilin's strength against the sky, everyone can see it clearly, even those who don't know how to do it can feel Peng Qilin's horror, he is completely beyond the limits of people, who can beat him?

The result is simply conceivable, anyone who goes up. It's all death, the third chance, destined to end in failure, if even this last chance fails, then, all of them, have to die, they all have to die.

Everyone knows that no matter what, there is no escape from the fate of death today, and what is even more sad is that. The blind eyes that can't die, the heroism that can't die, they have been fighting horses all their lives, everyone has their own achievements, their own extraordinary strength, and their own achievements, but in the end, they have to die in a nest, how can they be willing?

At the scene, the birds were silent, immersed in the hearts of everyone, not only the grief for the death of Ye Dejun and Zhao Huang, not only the fear of their imminent death, but also the grievance, depression, and deep despair.

When the audience was disheartened, Peng Yanjie suddenly took two steps forward, she faced Peng Qilin, and persuaded in a deep voice: "Qilin, there is no need to do things so desperately, you trample on human life so much, sooner or later you will have retribution, stop it!"

Before, Peng Qilin would deal with Peng Yanjie, but now, Peng Qilin directly treated Peng Yanjie as air, he didn't listen to Peng Yanjie at all, and he didn't even look at her. He just glanced at Wu Qiankun and the others with extremely contemptuous eyes, and shouted coldly: "What's the matter, no one dares to fight? I gave you three chances, you don't have the ability to save yourself, don't blame yourself for being eliminated by this society, you deserve to die!"

's words once again reflected Peng Qilin's arrogance, he not only wanted to let all the people on Wu Qiankun's side die, but he also wanted to belittle them before they died.

This time, Wu Qiankun finally couldn't help it, he stood out coldly, ready to gamble desperately. ad_250_left();

Seeing this, Han Taiji hurriedly grabbed Wu Qiankun and said in a low voice: "Let me try it!"

Wu Qiankun shook decisively: "You can't, you can't beat him, you old bones, you can't stand the toss!"

For the strength of Han Taiji. Wu Qiankun still understands, he knows that Han Taiji's Taijiquan has been practiced to the point of being superb, but he can't compete with Peng Qilin, he wants to rush up this old bone, and if he is hit by Peng Qilin's wild power, it is estimated that he will not be able to bear it. Therefore, Wu Qiankun stopped Han Taiji without hesitation, although he spoke directly, he was telling the truth. It is a heartfelt concern for Han Taiji.

It's just that Han Taiji didn't listen, he still insisted and said: "Then I have to try it too, after all, you are suffering from internal injuries, and it is impossible for you to make a move now!"

Wu Qiankun waved his hand and said, "I'm fine, I can still bear it, let's go!"

Han Taiji said solemnly: "If you are at your peak, you can still fight him, but now, you have suffered serious internal injuries, you will definitely not be able to beat him, let me come, you stay and preside over the overall situation! The dragons can't be leaderless, and you can't die until the last moment!"

Han Taiji's words were extremely sharp and reasonable.

Wu Qiankun was about to respond to something, but at this moment, Peng Qilin's voice sounded again, his patience was completely worn out, he couldn't wait any longer, and yelled directly: "Are you all finished? How can you send a person to fight so grinding? Can't you find a person who can fight? Such a bunch of waste." You still want to attack my Peng family, who gave you courage? You think that my Peng family has guns, despicable, and unfair to you, but I have given you a fair chance, and I am willing to fight with you alone, the key is, what kind of ability do you have, all of them are vulnerable. This is a society where the law of the jungle is the strongest, and if you are not capable, don't blame others for being ruthless. Whoever of you is not convinced, whoever has the ability, stand up and fight me, come!"

Peng Qilin's voice is as arrogant and domineering as ever, he is so confident, he just wants to find someone to fight alone, that is, to win, to make everyone surrender to him. Perhaps, years of retreat made him dull and made him aggrieved, so as soon as he came out, he went on a killing spree, but until now, he has not found an opponent who can match him, which is estimated to make him a little unpleasant.

It's just that he Peng Qilin is so powerful, and if he wants to find an opponent to compete with him, it is really more difficult than ascending to the sky.

In Wu Qiankun's camp, it is not that there are no masters, there are top masters in all major families, Wu Qiankun and all the senior brothers are also first-class masters, but it is a pity that Wu Qiankun was injured internally, and others. No matter how powerful he is, he is far from Peng Qilin's opponent, and no one can do it at this last chance!

Generally speaking, masters will have some self-confidence characteristics, which master has not defeated countless people, not won countless victories and glory. Glory makes them brilliant, they are proud, and they have a strong sense of self-esteem. But now, the masters on Wu Qiankun's side are all so powerless and aggrieved.

That's right, they are indeed confident in their own strength, but they are also self-aware, knowing that no matter how powerful they are, they can't beat the mad demon Peng Qilin, if they go out to fight, it is a trivial matter to die by themselves, but, they wasted the last opportunity and killed everyone. That's a big sin.

Therefore, at this moment, everyone is in a state of lifelessness, and there is a sense of powerlessness that the heavens should not be called the earth. The world is really going to change greatly, the devil father and son of the Peng family are about to become the heavens of the capital, and they, the five thousand righteous people, are going to be reduced to the souls of the guns, what a sad reality, but so helpless. No one stopped the Peng family's crazy footsteps anymore, no more.

Even Wu Qiankun, who was a martial artist, fell into a desperate situation.

Once, no matter when, Wu Qiankun was never discouraged, he was always the mentality of not being afraid of heaven and earth, even if he fell into the trap of the black widow and was besieged by poisonous insects, Wu Qiankun did not give up, he still felt that my life was up to me, he was the king of Hades who could compete with the sky.

However. This time, Wu Qiankun was powerless, even if he racked his brains, he didn't know how to cross the obstacle of Peng Qilin, how to clear the Peng family's thousands of gun-wielding dead soldiers.

The last chance given by Peng Qilin, he wanted to try it, but he didn't know that in his current injured state, he couldn't beat Peng Qilin at all, Han Taiji was right, if he ran over and died. That group of dragons has no leader, and the more than 5,000 people he brought with him really have no chance to live. Therefore, Wu Qiankun hesitated, he was thinking about how to escape this catastrophe and how to save the lives of these 5,000 people.

However, Peng Qilin was completely impatient, and suddenly, he took out his pistol and fired bullets without hesitation.

Bang!

A gunshot shook the heavens and the earth, and another person from Wu Qiankun's camp fell into the snow, and blood flowed out, intertwined with the snow, reflecting a sharp contrast.

Peng Qilin's cold voice broke through the air again: "You so-called heroes who are full of benevolence and righteousness for the way of heaven, in the end, you have not become a turtle with a shrunken head, and you don't even dare to compete with me, then good, don't blame me for not giving you a chance, I have dozens of numbers, if no one stands up, I will abstain from you, then, you can all go to hell!"

As soon as the words fell, Peng Qilin immediately began to count: "Ten!"

"Nine!"

"Eight!"

...

Every time Peng Qilin reported a number, the heavens and the earth seemed to shake, and his voice, like the roar of the devil, shook the soul of everyone present.

Those former heroes and heroes, Wu Qiankun, Han Taiji, the dragon roared and the tiger roared, the landslide and the ground cracked, Biluo Huangquan, Qin Tian, Su Jianhan, Jin Ming, all became lambs to be slaughtered, those who came to avenge Wu Lai, the two thousand elites of the Loyal and Righteous League, Peng Yanjie, Xu Nan. Xia Xiaoxiao, Tang Rui, Peng Shihan, Ye Rou, also walked to the ghost gate one by one.

Peng Qilin's ten numbers are about to be reported, the gate of hell has been opened, and everyone seems to see that death is beckoning.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier. The goose-feather-like flying snow is blowing in the air, the heaven and the earth are filled with a cold breath, and it is full of signs of death, the five thousand people in Wu Qiankun's camp are all standing in the wind and snow, waiting for the invasion of death, their bodies are cold, and their hearts are also full of desolation.

When Peng Qilin counted to three, Wu Qiankun suddenly tightened the Blood Dragon Sword and stepped forward. Walked in the middle of the two camps.

There is no way, if you hesitate any longer, their five thousand people will die immediately, Wu Qiankun can't think of a better way to let everyone get out, he can only fight one last time, even if the chance of victory is almost none, he will never watch the army perish, he finally chose to stand up.

"One"!

As Peng Qilin's cold voice fell, Wu Qiankun opened his mouth and was about to speak.

But at this time. A lazy voice suddenly rolled from the sky: "I'll try it!"

The five words, coming with the wind and snow, were not loud, and they sounded like they were made by people who had not woken up, but it was like a holy sound falling from the sky, with infinite magical power, infecting everyone present, making everyone tremble suddenly.

Almost at the same moment, everyone in the scene turned their attention to the source of the sound.

I saw that on the side of the gate, on the roof of a ten-meter-high ancient castle, two people suddenly appeared.

One of them is a woman in white sitting elegantly on the roof, her white clothes are integrated with the white world, just like a fairy in the distance, fluttering and beautiful. She sits elegantly. With a bewitching figure and an indifferent expression, her smart eyes are staring directly at the battlefield here, as if she is watching this battle in a play-watching attitude.

She is the owner of the blood butterfly, Lin Duoduo.

The other person was lying lazily on Lin Duoduo's lap, looking at the past. He looked like he was asleep, looking at their posture, as if they had been here for a long time. But there are thousands of people here, but none of them notice. It wasn't until the lazy man made a fluttering voice that the people at the scene finally discovered the two immortals on the roof.

When everyone was surprised, Lin Duoduo gently patted the man lying on her lap.

At this point, the lazy man slowly got up from Lin Duoduo's lap very reluctantly, he stood on the roof, and the first thing was to stretch his waist.

His every move revealed his laziness, and his clothes were also very simple, that is, a thin coarse linen coat, and his hair was fluffy and messy, and a little long. His beard is even more distinct, and it seems that it has not been shaved for a long time. He gives people the feeling that he is too lazy to be invincible, lazy to the extreme, but the light he exudes from his whole body illuminates the whole world, and it feels like the whole world is revolving around him.

The eyes of everyone in the audience were deeply absorbed by him, and after he stretched his waist and exposed all his faces to everyone, the people at the scene almost invariably gasped, and everyone's souls were shaken away.

This invincible and lazy man turned out to be all over the country familiar to the whole country, the leader of the Loyal and Righteous League, Wu Lai...