The fat man looked at Doudou's small diary with tears in his eyes, and he didn't know what to say, but the fat man's concern for Doudou was still very OK, at least it could be said that he was preferred.

Of course, this kind of preference for Di Qian is not the same thing, but it is higher than Tang Saobao and others; for example, Tang Saobao had a dispute with Doudou, so needless to say, it must be Tang Saobao who was hammered.

As for the fat man, at most, he will pinch someone's big fat face.

But now it's obviously uncontrollable, because the Doudou in front of him is not the baby fat Doudou, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a girl who is Tingting Yuli, and the goose egg face, I don't know where to start.

Isn't the fat man going to pinch her in the future? No, although Doudou has undergone earth-shaking changes in appearance, his temperament has not changed at all.

Not far away, the Sword Saint and the Wine Sword Immortal also entered a state of concentration, apparently finding their own artistic conception and beginning to comprehend;

There are countless stars in the distant stars, and it can be said that as long as you are a cultivator, you can improve here, and as for how much, it depends on yourself.

What the Sword Master saw was a god of war, he was not a cultivator, nor a great god, just a warrior; all the soldiers he brought were killed, but he was born with divine power, and he was unwilling to die like this; he was fighting alone, killing...

Millions of troops surrounded him, but they could not hurt him in the slightest, and a spear and a white horse covered in metal slaughtered in the crowd.

One hour, two hours, one day, two days.

The enemy, who had suffered numerous casualties, finally knew that he was afraid, and began to withdraw, because the commander of the opposing side knew that as long as this man was still there, the battle could not be won, so he gave the signal to retreat.

It was a good story to defend a city alone, but when the enemy began to withdraw, the god of war did not retreat, nor did he rejoice, but only sorrow and slaughter.

He's frantically chasing the enemy, killing and killing...

Kill him in the dark.

One hundred thousand, five hundred thousand, one million, two million...

One person killed two million enemies, fighting without eating or drinking for half a month;

The enemy army was subdued and surrendered ...

But he is still killing, even if his own king sends a holy decree, he is still killing. Covered in blood, he had long forgotten everything, and his hideous face only thought about avenging his brother.

The slaughter only stopped when the head of the other commander's head was mentioned, and the blood-red earth was imprinted with the setting sun on the entity that stretched for hundreds of miles.

The god of war came to his brothers with the head of the enemy commander in this way, and just stood like this, stupidly, without anger or joy.

One day, two days, seven days.

A bold defender stepped forward to inquire and see how the god of war was doing.

Scold...

It didn't matter what it looked like, and it suddenly gave the defenders a start.

"No, it's not good, the god of war is dead..."

This exclamation shocked the entire government and the opposition...

Yes, the god of war is indeed dead, and the corpse spots on his face, his round eyes, and his immovable heart are indeed proof that he is dead.

However, no one dared to step forward and touch the god of war. It's not that they don't dare, it's that the god of war doesn't agree.

How could the body of the god of war be touched by these mortals?

So the question is, when did this god of war die?

Exhausted?or....

No, it's neither.

Although the God of War is the God of War, he is still a mortal, he has not cultivated, he is not a cultivator. But how can a mortal slaughter an army of millions?

The reason is that he has the approval of the God of Killing, and he has reached some kind of agreement, which is what makes him like this, and allows him to avenge his brothers.

Moreover, the god of killing promised him that their bodies would guard the frontier for 10,000 years.

In other words, although the god of war is dead at the moment, Jean's entity will protect this country for 10,000 years, or he will protect this country for his brother for 10,000 years.

Although he is standing like a dead man at the moment, if the enemy dares to step into the land for half a step, then this god of war will kill them like before, and they don't even know their mother.

Sword Saint Heart said: "Killing? This is the power of killing, the god of killing, why killing, why do you want to comprehend the killing sword intent?

The Sword Saint didn't believe in evil and looked at this god of war like this, sure enough, the dynasty was changing, but it was only a civil war;

Suddenly, a voice rang in the Juggernaut alarm clock...

"Killing sword intent, he is just an ordinary sword intent, if an ordinary thing wants to be different, then there need to be people, things, and things that are worth your contribution to him. With these things, your killing sword intent can be consummated, otherwise you can only be reduced to a body. ”

The Sword Master could hear who this voice was, yes, it was the fat man.

The fat man was pointing outside, and he didn't mean to interfere.

Although it is a good thing to comprehend the sword intent, it is not good if you take over the inner demon just like that.

Just when the Sword Master couldn't find the answer, the fat man illuminated him like a bright lamp.

And at this moment, the Juggernaut suddenly burst out laughing...

"Hahahaha, so that's the case, I understand, I understand. Thank you, fat man. ”

The Juggernaut suddenly retreated from the starry sky, and a blood-red glow enveloped him.

"Artistic conception entity, the fourth layer, getting started, not bad. ”

The artistic conception is five layers, and the fourth layer is obviously a wagyu fork.

In this way, the Sword Master comprehended for three full months, and the Wine Sword Immortal lasted longer than him.

The Sword Saint is a rare genius in the way of the sword, although he is not born with a sword bone, but in this world without the Great Dao of the Sword, it is obviously rare to be able to step into the Half Emperor.

Although the Sword Saint is not capable of defeating the Half Emperor, it is almost impossible for the Half Emperor to easily kill the Sword Saint, and he is also the Sword Saint of the current four-layer sword intent.

Even the fat man can't guarantee that he will kill him within three moves, unless...

And the Wine Sword Immortal is completely different from the Sword Master, he doesn't like swords, he likes to drink.

Xiu Jian only obeyed the master's arrangement, but he had his own uniqueness.

"Sword, I can't, wine, you don't deserve it. Since this is the case, then I will integrate the wine into the sword, create my own vein, imitate me, kill me unworthy, hurry up. ”

What Jiu Jianxian saw was an ocean, this ocean was boundless, but when he walked in, he knew that where was the ocean, this wine was too strong, and it turned out that the whole ocean was full of good wine.

The wine sword fairy didn't leave, so he lived by the ocean, drinking and practicing swords.

One year, ten years, one hundred years, ten thousand years, ten thousand years.

Finally, he drank all the wine of the ocean.

"Hahaha, my Wine Sword Immortal has drunk all the wine of the entire ocean?hahahaha, happy, happy...."

"Life is like this, and I don't have any regrets. ”

Suddenly, the wine sword fairy woke up, he woke up with a smile, he thought very brightly, very happy, this kind of happiness is not exemplary, this is from the heart, and it is linked to nature.

Suddenly, a golden light enveloped the Wine Sword Immortal, and the length of the package was longer than that of the Sword Master.

The fat man said in his heart: "Yes, yes, you didn't let me point out, and this is a stable fourth-layer artistic conception, deeper than the Sword Master's... But it did take a little longer. ”