In twenty years, a newborn baby can grow into a young man, and a weak scholar who is new to martial arts can become a top master.

Twenty years of pent-up hatred can make a person go crazy, and once this emotion explodes, it can no longer be described as tragic.

And there is more than one enemy, and all he can do now is to kill the one he can. The other one who can't be killed, when the opportunity comes, he can die with him. In this life, you can close your eyes and die.

Uncle Ying, formerly known as Mo Ying, is a child of the Mo family in the northwest. In his early years, he was also a young talent with a handsome character. At the beginning of the establishment of the Qidao Alliance, he pushed the opponent sideways with his strong strength and won the position of the head of the four messengers, at that time, when it came to the Demon Eagle, the weight in the rivers and lakes was not necessarily much worse than the four major beast gods who were in the limelight, and he was the minister of the Qidao Alliance, and the most loyal follower of the Fallen Heavenly King.

I thought that the blood in my heart would not cool down until I was old and lay down in the coffin. Unexpectedly, the morality of the rivers and lakes that he has always obeyed and the most basic justice conscience of mankind have become the source of trouble. The person who has been following him is a hypocritical traitor, and the fellow disciple who has studied art together since childhood is a hypocritical villain who stabbed him in the back.

The most unpredictable thing in the world is the human heart, and the most changed is also the human heart.

In the face of greed and profit, the human heart will become more vicious than the devil.

Falling off a cliff for seven days, he survived by drinking dew, but he was poisoned by the red scorpion that can never be removed. Every day, I have to endure the pain of heart-wrenching and bone-breaking.

Although he survived, his heart was dead, and the reason why he insisted on living and staying up was to take revenge.

In the past twenty years, he has infiltrated the Demon God Castle dozens of times to wait for revenge, but each time it ended in failure, and even many times he had to escape with serious injuries before he broke through the periphery of the Demon God Castle. Although he was not convinced, he had to admit that if he wanted revenge, he could only lead the thief out of the lair.

When he learned that Yilan had killed Nie Fankong, he knew that the opportunity he had been waiting for for many years had come.

The fishing plan was actually proposed by him. Yilan is actually not a fisherman, the real fisherman is him, Uncle Eagle.

He was like Ylan's shadow, but his actions were very secretive. Even the white fat man didn't notice that there was another person next to Yilan.

Uncle Eagle is Yilan's life-saver and the one who raised her. The relationship between the two is like that of father and daughter, and there is no reservation of trust in each other. And there are common enemies, and when it comes to dealing with the Demon God Castle, they have the same goal.

But Uncle Ying resolutely refused to let Yilan participate in the grievances between him and Peng Yifei.

Yilan knows that Uncle Ying is a person who is older and tougher. The nine cows that had made up his mind couldn't be pulled back, and he had waited too long for this day. Although she was very worried, she respected Uncle Eagle and trusted Uncle Eagle more. Before facing the Fallen Heavenly King, Uncle Eagle will not die. The one who died could only be Peng Yifei. Certain!

The wish is good, but the ending is unpredictable.

Peng Yifei is an old half-step Danzong, although Uncle Ying's realm is similar to him, but in the past twenty years, it has taken a lot of physical strength just to suppress the scorpion venom every day. On the other hand, Peng Yifei, I don't know how many times stronger than Uncle Ying in various conditions, perhaps because of the factor of comprehension talent, he has been stranded in the original realm for many years and has not reached the top, but his spiritual power has reached a very terrifying level.

The two are determined by life and death, compared from all aspects, Uncle Ying is at a disadvantage, the only thing that can become a variable is that Uncle Eagle is not afraid of death, he dares to die. But Peng Yifei didn't dare. He has a superior status, and has enjoyed glory and wealth for many years, how could he be dragged to hell by Uncle Eagle? In the battle of life and death, a moment's cowardice may determine the victory or defeat of life and death.

The white fat man repeatedly asked who the man was, and Yilan was tight-lipped. His head shook like a rattle, and he didn't open his mouth no matter how he asked. After the two separated, the white fat man had no choice but to secretly send someone to follow Yilan. On the one hand, surveillance, on the other, protection.

A heavyweight like "Magic Eagle" Peng Yifei appeared in the capital, and all aspects of the Secret Service have made perfect security reports. Although he knew that there was a grandmaster in the capital, a character like Peng Yifei was always too dangerous, and anything could happen. After all, the grandmaster is not omnipotent, and the capital is too big. It is impossible to take care of everything.

The next thing is to wait for Peng Yifei to arrive.

On a remote sea surface on the southeast coast, Peng Yifei, who had already seen the mainland coastline on the ship at this time, never dreamed that a layer of protective nets had been laid at a destination far away in the capital waiting for him, and an old acquaintance who should have died nearly twenty years ago had returned from hell to the yang world and was also waiting for him.

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In the pouring rain, three young men in gray suits and covered in blood ran desperately in the fields, very fast, very fast, faster than horses. They are like flying on blades of grass, and their feet do not touch the ground. On their chests were embroidered a golden peak, with three peaks, like the tips of three swords. Each of them carried a long strip of blue cloth wrapped around them, and judging by the shape of the skull, it was probably a rectangular box or a small strip box.

The cobble-egg-thick iron spear in the hand of the young man with the gun in one hand had long since been broken, and only the part with the head of the spear was held, and the red tassels that should have been silky had long been broken and condensed into wisps, dark red and brown, and in some places even purple and black, which was caused by coagulation after being soaked in blood. The wound on his face was pulled diagonally from the inner corner of the eye to the ear, as if he had been cut by a knife, and white bones were faintly visible, and some white and pink muscles were turned to the sides, and there was dried blood, and there was also blood that had been flowing, probably water, blood mixed with rain, and it was impossible to tell whether it was blood or water. Half of his body was dyed red, and his scattered wet hair stuck to his face, and his originally handsome and masculine face looked extremely hideous and terrifying at the moment. The color is iron blue, like a ghost, a living ghost.

The young man with two knives stuck three arrows in his back, and two more arrows were stuck in his backpack. It was an unusual-looking arrow, with a forked tail but no feathers, a finger-thick, dark body that exuded a faint and cold glow, and was obviously made of stainless steel. Half of the body of the arrow was deeply wedged into the flesh, and no blood came out of the middle arrow because it was pierced too deeply. There was no blood from the wound, but the man's nose and mouth were red. When I ran, there was blood gushing out of my nose and mouth all the time. The bloodstained twin knives on their hands were also covered with jagged gaps. The edge has long been rolled.

The only young man who seemed to be intact was the youngest, fifteen or sixteen years old, and there was still the youthfulness of a young man between his eyebrows. He looked tired and haggard, his lips were unusually pale because he was bloodless, and his eyes, which had already been exhausted to the extreme, were bloodshot, but his eyes were extremely fierce and stubborn. The two daggers in his hands were covered with a thick layer of blood. There was a lot of human hair stuck to it, and it was bloody. No matter how heavy the rain is, it can't pour the smell on the dagger. The blood was too thick, too many people had been killed, and the smell was solidified. The rain can't be swept away.

At the end of the day and night, I have not touched a drop of water or a grain of rice. The exhausted three of them had reached the limit of their physical strength, their lips were chapped, and their wheezing was like a cow, but the speed of running did not slow down, they couldn't be slow, and they didn't dare to slow down. To slow down is to die.

"Fifth Senior Brother, Seventh Senior Brother, look, there is a town ahead." The young man who was running suddenly paused, stretched out his hand and pointed ahead. The originally dim eyes bloomed with a touch of brilliance, and at this moment, the rain flowing down his face bypassed his eyelashes, not blocking his vision, and seeing the town in the distance was equivalent to seeing hope, maybe he could live......

Poof, the young man who was hit by the arrow in the back also suspended his body, took this opportunity to take a breath, and a mouthful of black blood mixed with lumps spurted out, his body shook, and he fell forward top-heavy. A hand stretched out next to him firmly wrapped around his arm and framed his body, it was the fifth senior brother who looked the oldest.

"Let's go, let's go into town."

"No, Fifth Senior Brother, we can't go." The young man who was hit by the arrow grabbed the fifth senior brother's hand with his backhand, and the slender palm bones were white, and he clenched it very tightly, and he was very dead. The gaze is stubborn, and there is no patience.

The young man wiped the rain from his face, and his eyes were a little confused. Through the rain curtain, I looked at the vague distant town, the smoke of the cooking stove rising, and then looked at the two senior brothers. It's a good thing to find out that the town is good, and only by entering the town can he pull out the arrow on the back of the seventh senior brother, why doesn't he let everyone in?

The fifth senior brother looked at the young man who was hit by the arrow and knew what he meant. The pursuers behind him are the Black Flag Army, the Black Flag Army known for its ruthlessness and cruelty. If you enter the town and act unscrupulously with the Black Flag Army as an end, once the three of you enter, then the town is very likely to be involved by your own people, and will disappear from the world and be slaughtered.

"Lao Jiu, carry your seventh senior brother on your back. We went into town. ”

"Oh." The young man moved the package behind his back to his chest, pinned the dagger to his waist, and ran away with the two legs of the seventh senior brother on his back.

"No, Lao Jiu, let me down, let me down! Fifth Senior Brother, you can't enter the town, you can't enter ......"

The young man didn't understand the big truth, he only knew that if he didn't pull out the arrow on the back of the seventh senior brother and treat the wound, the seventh senior brother wouldn't even be able to survive tonight. Let the seventh senior brother thrash and struggle on his back, hoarse pleading. He was carrying a man on his back and was running faster than before.

"Old Seven, there are some things that can't be done, but you can't do them. There are many people in the town, and the goals are scattered, and only in this way can we get what we have on us to the place. After a pause, he said with a blank expression: "In this world, people are dying every day. You can't escape, you can't hide, if you don't die today, you have to die tomorrow. This is the destiny of the people of the world. ”

"Fifth Senior Brother, I don't understand what you're talking about." The young man asked blankly.

"You don't need to understand."

As we got closer to the town, I could see a vague figure.

The person who was hit by the arrow was Downing! The fifth senior brother and the young man Lao Jiu were the other two Eagle's Nest students who also enjoyed a three-day vacation.

In this damn fantasy story, their images have changed, and the background of the story seems to be in a two-dimensional war era, and their task is to deliver the package on their back to the designated place. It's just that Tang Ning was unlucky, and when he woke up, he found that he had a few iron guys on his back. The pain in the heart, the loss of strength, weakness, and the feeling of fainting due to blood loss are exactly the same as the real thing!