One thousand sixty-nine

The cold steel knife stabbed him in the heart, a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, and the priest's eyes widened, and the sparkle in his eyes had faded.

But he didn't die immediately, he has a stubborn vitality that ordinary people can't imagine.

He was just afraid, like a god fearing a man. Everything is being calculated, everything is under control, why did a game that I thought would be won in such a situation!

This man with a wrinkled face and a beard is as fierce as a beast!

Master Lihua had two knives in his hand, one of which stabbed the priest in the heart. Of course, he knew that the priest was not dead, and that he knew himself as an enemy better than anyone else. So, he raised his second knife to cut off the priest's head.

The knife was raised high, and the domineering murderous aura made the surrounding rain retreat.

God sees God and avoids, ghosts see ghosts and sorrows, the wind sees the wind stop, and the rain stops!

This is a knife that the whole world is frozen. Wrapped in a strong murderous aura, he slashed at the priest's head.

The priest no longer has any backhand power at this moment, in front of this sturdy man, he is as afraid as an ant, he can only watch the shadow of the knife in his pupils get closer and closer, closer and closer......

10 seconds.

Time finally froze at this moment, and ten seconds later, Master Mercy's golden body was broken. The knife, which was about to touch the priest's neck, paused so hard that he didn't need a trace of strength.

The torrential rain leaned on Master Pianhua's body, pouring countless blood, and in those eyes, there was anger, unwillingness, if there was nothing, and there was a trace of relaxation.

It's over, it's finally over.

The priest did not know what was happening, and remained in great fear, when he suddenly found that the knife that was supposed to cut off his head was now stiffened there, and the sparkle in the eyes of the master of mercy was extinguished.

I barely thought about it, but I just used my subconscious to punch and smash it on the chest of Master Lihua, and Master Lihua's body, like a kite with a broken string, fell to the ground.

The lonely eagle, the body that countless people looked up to, finally fell at this moment.

Dressed in a white robe, the blood on his body had been washed away by the rain, and his body smashed through the clouds, smashed through the rain curtain, and fell heavily to the ground.

The child, the butcher, and the old man fled outside.

"Let's do this, isn't it......" the butcher muttered.

"What's not authentic, do you want to die!" The child scolded and scolded.

"The old monk is not bad, in case he dies like this! ......" Lao Dao was a little hesitant.

"It's good to be dead, you deserve to be dead, you're fucking an old monster, this old bastard, you should have died a long time ago...... He's not really going to die. ”

"No, this stinky monk, he was a bastard when he was young, and now he has become an old bastard, a good person does not pay for his life, and the scourge will last for a thousand years."

"Why don't we go back......" the butcher asked.

"If you want to go back, you go back, I won't send you to death! Death will not go back! ”

"This matter, in fact, has nothing to do with us." Lao Dao whispered.

However, by this time, the three had fled to the outskirts of the valley and climbed the towering cliffs.

Almost subconsciously, the three of them glanced back at the same time.

I only saw a white figure, like a meteorite, smashing towards the ground.

The three of them were startled at the same time, and their eyes opened to a point that ordinary people could not imagine. The child was the first to speak, shouting, "Old monk!"

Almost without any hesitation, he shouldered his iron mallet, stepped on the wind and clouds, and threw himself in the direction where the old monk fell to the ground. Gritting his teeth, he wanted to split, and he longed to die with the whole heaven and earth.

Lao Dao didn't say a word, but lifted the long sword on his body and flew back in a gust of wind.

"Damn, didn't you say you wouldn't go back if you died!" The butcher touched his head and followed closely behind.

Many times, people are not as ruthless, cruel, great, and kind as they think...... People don't actually know themselves, but the subconscious choice of the Jedi will always give you a correct answer.

The trio fled slowly, but came back quickly.

A child's iron mallet, like a killing god in the world, waved everywhere, countless people's brains burst out, and there was a disgusting smell in the air.

Ye Lao Dao controls the sword with qi, and the long sword is dripping, and no one dares to approach within ten steps.

The fat butcher blasted the heart of a Deadpool in front of him with a punch, brandishing the corpse in his hand, and he smashed it out of a Shura field.

At this moment, Master Mercy's body fell far away.

"Old monk!"

Li Yingxu screamed, and his body flew forward and caught Gu's body. His body was soaked by the rain, his eyes were closed, and his body had begun to chill.

The child took a closer look, and the whole person stood in a daze for a long time as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, and then came back to his senses, and his pupils were red and bloodshot.

"That!"

The whole person is fierce and vicious, and he does not hesitate to fight to the death with heaven and earth.

The priest's figure floated slightly, and when he landed, he pulled out the knife stuck in his heart and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Serena had never seen the priest injured, let alone so badly. There was a heart-wrenching expression in her eyes, and she said worriedly, "Priest, are you okay......

Suddenly, the priest grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms with such force, tearing off the mask from his face and resting his teeth on her white neck.

The slender body twisted constantly, a feeling that was more terrifying than death. There was a scream from his mouth, like the first long groan in eternity. The legs with tight noses rubbed and struggled. But it is difficult to resist the violence of the priest.

It took a long time for the priest to let go of Serena and put back on the mask on her face, and the whole person regained some spirits.

This method of blood collection is actually very low-level, not only will it waste a lot of life force, but it will not be effective. If the priest had not been seriously injured, he would never have used this method.

Serena lay on the ground, her whole body was as angry as a gossamer, her face was pale, and there were two shocking reds on her pale face. At this moment, her eyes were full of fear when she looked at the priest, and of course, she had always been afraid of the priest. Fearful and respectful, she treated the priest as half a father.

But he never expected that when he was seriously injured, the priest would use his own blood to continue his life.

At this moment, she suddenly understood that she had regarded the priest as a father, but the priest had never regarded himself as a daughter, and in his eyes, she was just a tool that could be sacrificed at any time, perhaps, not even a tool, just a pig and a dog.

The child was carrying Master Pixihua on his back, and the whole person glared angrily, suddenly gritted his teeth, and roared in his mouth: "Give me death!"

Brandishing an iron mallet and rushing towards the priest, the surrounding Deadpools swarmed up, and the children rushed into the war group, and there was nothing else, only one word, kill, kill, kill!

"Stop!"

The priest let out a soft snort and bent slightly, stopping Deadpool.

The order was forbidden, and Deadpool dispersed and formed a circle, surrounding the four children.

The child, the butcher, the old man, and the mother-in-law stood together, all of them were more than four hundred years old, but there was a kind of anger and fighting spirit that should never appear at this age.

The eyes of the four looked at the priest at the same time, like beasts ready to attack, ready to give it a go.

I saw a mouthful of blood foam spit out of the priest's mouth, and said softly: "Stop, the four of you can't kill me today, and I don't want to kill the four, you can leave."

The four of them were stunned and looked at the priest in some surprise.

The priest looked at the child on his shoulder, and there was a real sadness in his eyes.

"Master Mercy is my enemy, but he is also the only person I respect in this world. Today's ...... It was he who defeated me, please bring the body of Master Pihua back and bury it properly. ”

"If you let us go, it depends on whether I agree or not, don't talk nonsense, eat me first!" As the child spoke, he stepped forward.

Li Yingxu rested one hand on his shoulder, looked at the priest, and said, "Are you really willing to let us go?"

"Of course!" The priest coughed violently and reached out with one hand: "Please!"

Deadpool automatically disperses a path that leads beyond the canyon. Li Yingxu twisted her eyebrows slightly, she wanted to kill the priest more than everyone else at the moment. But I also know in my heart that if I continue to fight, I will only leave four old lives here.

After a long time, she nodded lightly and said, "We will meet again."

The priest nodded heavily and said, "I'll wait for that day."

"Let's go!" Li Yingxu didn't hesitate anymore and said hello to everyone.

The child spat heavily, gritted his teeth, and turned around with the Pixihua Master on his shoulder.

The butcher picked up his pig-killing knife, and the four of them walked out together.

Deadpool automatically parted a path, the knife in his hand, hanging silently.

The autumn rain is like paint, the sky does not see a trace of light, and the four figures, one foot deep and one foot shallow, penetrate the miserable rain curtain and walk out.

"Send the Flower Master!"

The priest snapped into his mouth, and all Deadpool stuck their knives in the dirt, their heads hanging silently.

Even if this group of Deadpools have no feelings, they will always remember the heroic posture of that lonely, arrogant, powerful, and fierce man for the rest of their lives.

The heaviest affirmation always comes from the enemy.

The four of them turned their backs to everyone, and the child carried the Master of Mercy on his shoulder, step by step, stepping on the path of light.

On that day, it was autumn in Norway, and it rained in the west.

The autumn wind and autumn rain were sad, and in the rain curtain that day, an old man over 100 years old, carrying two pig-killing knives, fought until the last moment, burning the last flame of his life.

Master Pilianhua, originally a prince of the Manchu Dynasty, was born as a prince, but the mountains and rivers changed, the family road fell, and Master Pihua wandered the world since then, and gradually comprehended the avenue.

At the age of fifteen, he learned the Tao, killed at the age of sixteen, and broke the bandit entrenched in the Northeast at the age of twenty, and formed a relationship with Ye Huan's ancestors.

After traveling the world, after countless hardships and dangers, creating countless prestige, Qilian Mountain captured the flag and competed for the first, the northwest camp stabbed the enemy chief at night, defeated the butcher, collected children, and discussed the Tao with the wild old Taoist for three days and three nights.

That year, at the age of one hundred and thirteen, he fought with the Priest of the Nameless Valley and won.

That day, Master of Mercy, died.

has always been like a famous general, and he is not allowed to see a white head in the world.

Heroes have never been lonely, don't let heroes die in bed.

God always opened his eyes and did not let the hero die on the sickbed.