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People are cold, people are frightened, black knives flash, flesh, clothes are messy, and blood is messy.

Finch Flash.

See the finch paused.

"Old horseman, you are doomed. ”

Gnashing of teeth.

Gnashing of teeth.

Voices hit the face.

The person who said it had a colorful expression, like a seven-color dyeing workshop, gnashing his teeth for a while, gritting his teeth for a while, and gnashing his teeth for a while.

Absolutely, absolutely.

Every change in the expression on his face wanted the old man in front of him to grow old as soon as possible.

Old to death.

But no matter how piercing the voice was, there was indeed no trace of superfluous color on the old man's face, and he was calm and dead.

Look.

The Jutian Patriarch looked at Blazing Sun Jun's gritted teeth.

Although people are old, their hearts are not old, people are tired to this point, and Rong is already haggard like this, but Blazing Yang Jun did not ask for any benefits under the hands of the Jutian Patriarch, but was still restrained everywhere.

There was a trickle of blood on his body, and his clothes were already in pieces.

Each of these strands is the sword mark of the Jutian Patriarch, and each of these pieces is a masterpiece carved on the body of the Blazing Sun Jun with the short knife in the hands of the Jutian Patriarch.

But.

If this masterpiece is not corroborated by clothes, it is very likely that even the traces will not be visible in front of the eyes.

Still but.

Just when the short knife in the hand of the Jutian Patriarch had just cut through the body of Blazing Yang Jun, it was a visible wound wriggling in the white flesh, and the bleeding gradually stopped, and it was actually healing minute by minute.

"Hey~~. ”

This must not be the first time such a sneer has been made.

Blazing Yang Jun looked at the cold face of the Jutian Patriarch, with a sneer in his eyes, and whispered gloomily: "Alien, the sword in your hand alone can't kill me, and you will soon be killed by my palm." ”

Hoarseness continued.

Eyebrows and eyes take off.

Blazing Sun Jun turned from the face of the Jutian Patriarch to wander around his body, this gaze was like a smug sneering search, and it was like a guide to show off his might.

Guide the people of the world to know the great achievements they have left behind in the alien race.

Gaze guides.

On the body of the patriarch of Kutian.

The clothes are charred black, and the skin and flesh are sticky.

This is the palm print that the Blazing Sun Monarch sacrificed his life to leave on the body of the Jutian Patriarch.

Compared with the wisps of Blazing Yang Jun's clothes, there were only two or three palm prints on the Jutian Patriarch's body, and there were only two or three on the slender and majestic body.

But this body is slender and majestic, and it is just an old man.

Patriarch Jutian is already old.

From the moment he returned to the 'Qidi' with Han Xian, this old man was already old, and from the moment he left the clan with his people, his heart had become ashes.

But now.

Clansmen, pools of blood.

They slew the enemy and poured out pools of blood, and they died.

He is also killing the enemy, and he will also fall in a pool of blood.

This heart came alive in the blood of the people.

He came back to life as an old man who shattered his face, a haggard man who crushed his body, and he was in the prime of life again, and the blood in his chest roared angrily and shouted to kill.

Heaven is going to kill me.

People think it is sad, sadness is suffering, and suffering is adding hatred.

But God should kill his own enemy, and it will be Blazing Sun-kun.

What is unkillable?

The lively old man in front of him is.

He used no less than a hundred knives on his body, from the skin, to the body, and even the soles of his feet, he had tasted the cold of the knife in his hand.

But he didn't die.

He's still alive and well.

Why?

Huiyang Valley, Blazing Yang Jun, the first doctor in the world, he cures and saves people, he can save others, how can he not take care of himself, he doesn't know how many heavenly treasures he has fed in this body, the life essence of this body is more than ten times stronger than that of a strong man, and his Tao is 'life. ’

'Birth' becomes 'medicine'. ’

Helpless.

If the opponent of the Kutian patriarch is replaced by a person who is good at strength, or even a guy with rough skin and thick flesh, then now a hundred knives have been down, and the blood has been drained.

"Hehe~~. ”

Laugh and be angry.

The Jutian Patriarch was angry in his heart, his eyes fell on Blazing Yang Jun's face, lowered it slightly, and stopped at his throat, looking, watching.

"Hey~~. ”

Sneer.

The Jutian Patriarch sneered because he saw that Blazing Yang Jun's throat was so clean.

He and he both knew very well that the top and bottom of a hundred swords had not touched a trace there, and now Blazing Yang Jun had sensed the timidity from the sneer of the Jutian Patriarch.

What is he looking at?

Throat.

What did he want to do here?

It's so simple.

Of course, if you try the knife to sharpen it, will there be a miracle when the knife cuts through it, will the blood that spurt stop gradually? Will the white flesh still squirm and come back to life?

Wonder.

Look, watch.

The Blazing Yang Jun who was seen by the Jutian patriarch felt numb in his heart, and his back bones were sweating.

I really know the fragility of my throat, why I haven't hurt it a little bit now, not because the alien is stupid, and I haven't understood it until now, but because of my own careful care.

Targeted by ghosts.

People need to be careful, cautious, and caring at all times.

It's all the time.

So ask Blazing Yang Jun if he can do it?

Of course you have to do it, otherwise you're already dead, and you're still alive, haven't you already done it.

The eyes of the Jutian Patriarch were so cold, he looked at Blazing Yang Jun's throat and sneered, and said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoist, I hope you can always be so lucky, hehe." ”

"Hmph~~. ”

Blazing Sun Jun snorted coldly and returned to color.

But this time, the patriarch of Jutian did not choose to act rashly, but watched calmly in the cold.

That's exactly what scares most, like dormant lions, God knows when and where they'll show their claws.

What's more, the patriarch of Jutian is still a terrible lion who knows his enemies and cultivates his own heart.

Looks like you're looking for opportunities, and looks more like you're creating opportunities.

Look.

There are so many eyes in the world watching.

They hid, hid in a dark corner, sneering at everything and planning everything, their eyes fell on the body of the Jutian patriarch, and gradually moved away, and now there must be many people's eyes on the black cloaked man who came from afar in the frenzy of the crowd.

Look at him.

And his gaze lifted to see the color of the old man in the sky.

The black cloak covered so much that too many crazy people didn't know what kind of face was hidden under the black.

Stained tears.

Under the black cover, I couldn't see the tears on his face.

But he himself knew.

Tears were hazy.

Blurred eyes.

I knew that he was crazy and kept squeezing towards the center of madness, but it backfired, although he went crazy, but the world has long been crazy.

How far can his madness drag him on.

It's been a long time.

It's been a long time, and those familiar people in my heart are still confused shadows in front of me, looking down on them, and in the blood mist, I know that they are there, but this road is too shaky.

Fluttering is so far away.

Familiarity seems to be blurred in pieces.

Sadly, it is familiar with the fall of pieces by piece.

"Huh~~. ”

Seeing the crowd in front of him like an iron block, the black cloak couldn't help but bite secretly, and the short blade in his hand was held early, how many times he wanted to kill the person who stood in front of him, but how many times he still didn't make a move.

It's not that you don't dare

Rather, I don't want to.

Squeeze.

Keep squeezing.

"Hey, boy. ”

In the crowding of the black cloaked man, suddenly the voice buckled into his heart, and his wrist was grabbed, startled, and looked back.

A swarthy face, shrewd eyes, and a generous color.

He whispered and said in a very low voice: "Young man, why are you so desperate, although it is a big deal to kill a foreign race, but such a thing is fateful, and of course it should be the right thing to do." ”

Righteous words.

The face is close, almost close to the ear, whispering, whispering, whispering, "But don't squeeze up, the people of the other race are fierce, they are ruthless, look at the feet, this is rain, these are blood." ”

"Hehe~~. ”

Smell.

Laugh.

The black-cloaked man sneered.

Leaning slightly, biting his ears and sticking to his face, he whispered to the man: "You're right, yes, why are you fighting so hard, yes, you only do your best when you meet it." ”

"Well, the young man is really perceptive. ”

"Hehe, just like me, I've met you, uncle. ”

Got it?

"Hiss~~. ”

Cut in.

With pain in his body, he was cut into by the front.

The young man smiled: "Thank you~~." ”

It is difficult for those who are getting cold to hear the words of the devil that linger in their ears.

The fallen man continues to be cold.

The standing man continues to go crazy.

The young man continued to squeeze like crazy, and Uncle Shanhou looked at the back of the young man with his eyes full of disbelief, his eyes full of pain, and his eyes were all dim.

He fell.

He was savoring the cold soles of his feet.

"Whew~~. ”

Breathe.

Burning breath in the mouth.

This burning heat is brought by the eyes, in front of them, in what they see, those blurred figures have become clearer and clearer, and they are getting closer and closer.

"Grandpa, I'm here. ”

Quiet, whispered, soft, silent.

"Whew~~~. ”

Is it the wind?

Flying.

Is it windy?

Long hair flying.

Is it a coincidence?

In the midst of a strange sound and a flirtatious confusion, the black cloak that hid his face was actually lifted, and in an instant, the faint and cold light of heaven and earth fell on his face.

What kind of color?

Pale.

What kind of shape?

Haggard.

What kind of binoculars?

Stained tears.

He's crying, he's grieving.

But these are not important to too many people, what matters is what kind of face is depicted in the pale, haggard, tear-stained eyes.

Tattoo.

Flower show.

Equivalent to, Hell Rakshasas.

Equivalent to, Vampire Demon.

These are the same as the devil.

"Ah~~~. ”

Frightened, stunned, stunned.

In an instant, the surrounding area that was originally crowded by the devil immediately became a vacuum, and in an instant, there was no grass growing in the surrounding meters for several meters, and there was not a trace of human buds in the surrounding meters in an instant.

How can the devil not be afraid of appearing at his side.

Who is it?

Alien.

The alien race with embroidery on the face, who is this alien race?

"Poof~~. ”

Knees clasped on the ground, saw blood and mud, blood was chaotic, looked up to the sky, saw the long-lost face in his heart, and said timidly and cut the words in his mouth: "Grandpa, grandson is unfilial, grandpa, grandson is unfaithful, grandpa, grandson is unkind, grandpa, grandson is unjust, grandpa, grandson is lonely and comes back to confess." ”

Sound.

The sound of the ground snapping.

The sound of bloodshed.

Roaring sounds.

This sound instantly plunged the lively world into coldness, and many, almost all those who were crazy and focused on killing stopped the knife in their hand, the sword in their hand.

All eyes on you.

All the colors of heaven and earth converge on this kneeling man.

He was unfaithful, unfilial, unkind, and unjust.

He was a sinner.

Look.

See.

The old man in the air was seeing it, his eyes were dim, his body was rickety, and his heart that was once immortal was instantly beaten back to his original shape, and he was evacuated in an instant, and there were many people powerless in front of the terrifying waves of time.

In the strong, in the slender, in the majestic, everything is powerless after the emptiness.

He's old.

This time I'm really not young.

His eyes were lowered, and when he saw the person knocking on the ground, he whispered in his mouth: "Hui'er." ”

The fish returns, and the lonely fish returns.