Grievances are grievances.

The scholar is also a gambler, and now on the Nanban battlefield where he can't control life and death, the scholar has to give up the idea of making a fortune.

At this moment, however, the eyes of the master of the temple looked at him very uncomfortably, and that gaze was very similar to that of every gambler who succeeded in winning all his money and then looked at him with a smirk.

The anger that breeds in the hearts of scholars can be imagined.

All the anger was poured out on the people in the temple.

The two scimitars in his hand kept swinging out, and the cold light was cold, like a death scythe from hell, constantly harvesting life.

The scholar was desperately venting.

It was as if he wanted to expel all the bad luck that Naqin Heavenly Prison had suffered for many years.

Hearty killing, catharsis.

The scholar's murderous eyes are red.

Far away –

The gambler seems to have exhausted all his good fortune by winning too much.

The black silk thread in Li Quanguo's hand was firmly wrapped around his neck, like a sharp knife, cutting off his head.

Blood splattered.

It fell to the ground with its eyes wide open.

The scholar couldn't help but let out an angry shout.

- Although he lost a lot of money to gamblers, and although he had countless thoughts of cutting off the gambler's head to find out why the gambler was so smart, he would never allow the gambler to die in front of him.

The hands are blatantly powerful.

On top of the scimitar, the power was even greater, rippling out like thunder, repelling the two in an instant, and the scholar's body rushed towards Li Quanguo like a ghost.

At this moment, Li Quanguo was laughing uncontrollably, laughing almost crazy, his expression turned red, and suddenly, the laughter stopped abruptly, Li Quanguo coughed violently, and a large mouthful of blood kept spitting out of his mouth, mixed with the crumbs of the five internal organs.

"Die—"

The scholar let out an angry shout, and the scimitar in his hand stabbed out, aiming at Li Quanguo's throat and heart.

Li Quanguo's expression couldn't help but change, the qi around his body flowed, returned to his body, forcibly calmed the tumbling qi and blood in his body, and his body flashed to the side, dodging the scholar's fierce killing move.

"Another one to die. ”

Li Quan said coldly in Chinese.

The scholar's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said with a cold expression: "It's you who will die this time!"

Li Quanguo's expression was even colder, and he said, "The gambler said the same thing...... But he died. ”

The scholar said: "Gamblers like to gamble the most, I also like to gamble, although I lose every time, but I don't believe that every time I lose, this time, I come to gamble once, a game of life and death." ”

Li Quanguo's expression showed a hint of a smile, looked at the scholar, and said slowly: "As you wish." ”

——

The one that has two endpoints is the line segment.

It is the ray that has one endpoint.

No endpoint is a straight line.

The distance between the line segments is fixed, one end of the ray can be infinitely extended, but there is still an endpoint, and a straight line can be infinitely extended.

Endless black lines burst out from above Li Quanguo's right hand, and there was a little light on each one, as if they were lines that kept stretching into the distance, and there was a terrifying killing intent hidden in them.

The scimitars in both hands kept swinging, the cold light kept staggering in the void, and the sharp blades kept slashing towards the endless black lines.

One by one, the black lines were severed.

It did not dissipate in the void.

It's as if the rays are broken into straight lines, stretching infinitely in the void.

The scholar's eyes revealed a trace of solemnity, and the two scimitars kept waving, like the wings of a butterfly, which was dazzling.

The black lines grew denser and denser in the void.

Li Quanguo's expression showed a hint of chill, "It seems that you also lost the bet." ”

The moment the words fell, the dense black lines in the void burst out with fierce might, turning into hideous poisonous snakes, tearing out and rushing towards the scholar.

Many black lines come together to form a plane.

A huge black surface.

The black side is cut through.

The scholar's solemn expression became stiff, and endless pain swept through his body, making his expression extremely distorted, in the void, his body was split into two, blood kept gushing out, he lowered his head, looked at the lower half of his body that had lost his intuition, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

The scimitar in his hand burst out.

It was as if two moons were passing through the void.

It's almost to the extreme.

When the cold light above the blade entered Li Quanguo's eyes, a heart-piercing pain swept through his whole body.

Li Quanguo's eyes drooped, and he looked at his chest in disbelief.

The scimitar that the scholar wielded as he was dying was so fast that he couldn't even detect a trace.

A scimitar sank into his heart, and a scimitar stabbed into his abdomen.

Blood continued to flow down the blade.

Vitality is also being lost.

Li Quanguo felt that his spirit was in a trance, and the whole person fell backwards, his consciousness gradually moved away, and he saw many things.

——

Two sturdy teenagers were chasing and playing in the woods, with great joy.

"Brother Hua, I must become a peerless master in the future, I will let you eat the best food and marry the most beautiful woman in the world. ”

"Big brother, I want to marry three mothers-in-law like Song Yuanwai. ”

"No problem, don't say three, even thirty I will satisfy you. ”

“……”

Li Quanguo's pupils dilated infinitely, his expression became a little panicked, and he began to exclaim loudly.

"Help, help. ”

"Brother Hua, save me!"

Suddenly, the sound stopped abruptly.

6 The wanderer appeared in front of Li Quanguo, and the ruthless sword cut off his vitality.

Look around.

6 The wanderer's expression revealed a hint of sadness, and the sword in his hand was also a burst of wailing - in the past, the eight great strategists of the Qin Heavenly Prison were so heroic when they traveled all the way south, but at this moment, they were two-thirds dead.

The old Taoist priest died.

The gambler died.

The book is dead and dead.

Yu Jingweng and Zhibeiyou teamed up to break into Puzhou City and died of exhaustion.

Thinking of all the things in front of these five people, the 6 wanderers couldn't help but sigh lightly.

- Since you have eaten the emperor's bowl of rice and enjoyed the respect that is far greater than others, you naturally have to do something...... Even life, which is a certainty, is cause and effect.

Inhale and exhale.

6 The abdomen of the wanderer couldn't help but bulge slightly, the sound of the sword roared like thunder, and in an instant, the long sword in his hand rushed out, continuously penetrating the bodies of the six people, only to have a trace of containment, both hands pinched the seal, the long sword suddenly rose to the sky, blood splattered out, and blood stained the sky

(End of chapter)

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