Kid don't hurry up yet! The golden cicada's eyes have turned red, and the names of these two guys have changed, and it can be seen that the relationship between the two of them has increased a lot after drinking and eating meat overnight. Shu Ji Piggyback

"Dead bald, you wait!" As soon as Long Yuan finished speaking, he spread his wings and ran towards the wolf. The golden cicada touched his head with a smile, and a burst of light swept through his eyes, but his eyes looked at the thick layer of sand and gravel on the ground at the entrance of the village.

Long Yuan's huge wings passed through the side of the Wakou at a very fast speed, only to see that the huge wings were constantly flapping the whirlwind, and the thick layer of sand and stones on the ground was carried up by Long Yuan. A huge burst of sand and dust was aroused by Long Yuan's speed, and the golden cicada touched his bald head with satisfaction. It seems that Long Yuan's move is still much more powerful than himself, of course, this is also his own credit, if he was not able to move mountains and seas, these sand and stones would have taken a lot of effort. Originally, the golden cicada just planned to use Long Yuan's speed to lure out all the widows, and then annihilate them in one fell swoop. However, Long Yuan asked Jin Chanzi to kill this group of Japanese Kou in front of all the villagers, first, to let the villagers know that they were here to help them, and second, to tell all the villagers that the Japanese Kou were not invincible.

Jin Chanzi always didn't want the villagers to be hurt by the rampaging widows, so Long Yuan came up with such a trick. Using his speed to roll up the wind and sand, the Japanese who lost their vision could not harm the villagers. But this golden cicada has always been a disciple of Buddhism, where can he kill in public? Long Yuan came up with such a trick to steal the beam and change the pillar, and wait to see how Long Yuan asked the golden cicada to kill the crime.

Sure enough, as Long Yuan expected, when he rolled up the dust, Jin Chanzi smiled coldly and took out a ring knife from behind him. This ring knife turned out to be just made of ordinary steel, Long Yuan's heart was cold, he thought that the golden cicada could come up with any treasure, but it was just a simple knife that monks have.

But the speed of this golden cicada is very fast, and the hundreds of Japanese cowards in front of him are in a daze, and this golden cicada is holding a ring knife and slashing off half of each of the Japanese cowards' heads one by one. At first, Long Yuan just thought that this golden cicada could only cut off half of the head of the Japanese in the indiscriminate killing, but gradually Long Yuan found that this was not the case. (Because the golden cicada had prepared in advance, Long Yuan and the golden cicada could still see the widows' every move in the dust, but these widows didn't know.) ）

Long Yuan only knew at this time why this golden cicada only split off half of the head and half of the body, although this golden cicada was fast enough, but Long Yuan found that each of the wounds of the Japanese invaders seemed to be sprinkled with white things. Long Yuan was curious in his heart, so he squatted down to take a closer look at a widow who had half of his head cut off, and a disgusting smell made Long Yuan's stomach pantothenic.

At this time, Long Yuan had already thoroughly understood the intention of the golden cicada, and the wound was sprinkled with salt. This golden cicada cut off half of its head to prevent the Japanese from completely dying, but also to ensure that the Japanese would definitely die. Every fallen widow was constantly struggling, and with the salt seeping into his brain, the pain was really incomparable. Every one of them died slowly in this struggle, and none of them survived. Long Yuan really shouted in his heart! Thinking of the brute things that these pirates have done, torturing them like this is only the surface of their crimes. At this time, Long Yuan really admired the skill of this golden cicada in his heart, he could not only split the Japanese into this, but also not completely chop it to death, such a method was really difficult and difficult to price.

Suddenly, the golden cicada had become a blood monk, and he tore off his clothes, revealing his majestic chest. Just when more than a dozen widows were killed, the smoke and dust were about to fall. Long Yuan shouted in his heart that it was not good, so he could only quickly roll up the dust again.

"Stinky boy, you want me to be exposed, don't stop! It's so exciting! The golden cicada shouted.

Long Yuan only heard a click, and this ordinary Pu knife was actually smashed by the golden cicada, and half of it was still on half of the wolf's head.

"Damn, looks like I'm going to be more direct!" Jin Chanzi suddenly smiled treacherously on his bloody face, which was more like a blood monk.

Long Yuan's eyes were sharp, and he saw that the golden cicada began to take out something from the bag hanging from his waist, and his hands were covered with white things.

Salt! Good fellow, this blood monk has already prepared these things, and it seems that this group of widows is going to enjoy their original crimes. Long Yuan smiled in his heart: He is really a blood monk, and he is full of strength when he kills people.

I saw that the blood monk had the blood on his hands, and he couldn't help but be covered with salt. The blood monk directly crushed the head of each widow with the palm of his hand, and the salt continued to seep into the wound as the wound continued. This monk pinched the head and was really invincible, and after pinching the head, it was stained with salt. Long Yuan felt that this group of guys seemed to be picking cotton, picking one in one hand!

All the villagers were in a state of endless confusion, only to see a cloud of dust rise in front of them, and then their ears heard the incessant screams. All the villagers thought in their hearts that it seemed that the would-be robber was slaughtering someone, and everyone's face was full of numbness, as if they were used to the scene in front of them, and no one wanted to see what was happening, and no one wanted to see if anyone was dead. The village chief glanced at the group of people who were already like corpses, and could only shake his head helplessly, as if he could not do anything.

This blood monk was really killed, and his whole body was already as if he had been washed by the rain of blood, and his wet clothes were full of blood. Every muscle on the golden cicada's body was full of blood, but all the blood was not the blood monk's. The whole body of the golden cicada is intact, every inch of muscle is full of strength and beauty, even Long Yuan envies this skin that is fairer than a woman, but it is with indescribable beauty.

When Jin Chanzi crushed the head of the last widow with his hammer-like fist, Jin Chanzi stuffed the broken ring knife in his hand into Long Yuan's hand, and then laughed stupidly. Then the guy tilted his head, as if he was thinking about something. After thinking for a while, the blood monk seemed to be still dissatisfied, and suddenly ripped the clothes on Long Yuan's body to pieces, and then ripped off the arm of a living widow.

The wolf kept cursing words like the Central Plains pig in his mouth, and the blood monk kicked the wolf in the face, and instantly kicked out several teeth. Long Yuan just stood there stunned, not knowing what this blood monk wanted to do, so he could only be at his mercy.

The blood spurted out of the wound that was torn off by the wolf was poured into a large handful of blood by the blood monk, and then this blood was poured by the blood monk from head to toe on Long Yuan. The blood monk didn't seem to be satisfied, Long Yuan was suddenly poured down by the blood, and couldn't help but spit out the blood in his mouth.

"You say this widow is not human, even the blood stinks! It's so bad to die, can't you feel it yourself? Long Yuan only felt that the whole body was extremely foul, and he couldn't help covering his nose.

"Why does this smell so bad! It's good that you don't mention it, but I also think it stinks unbearably when I mention it! The blood monk slapped Long Yuan the back of his head, and kept rubbing Long Yuan's hair, and Long Yuan was like a beggar at this time.

"Hey, why are you beating me up? I feel like I'm having stars in my eyes! Long Yuan rubbed his head vigorously.

"Heroes should be wounded, so it's decent!" Where did this blood monk think so, and said in his heart, let you remind me, I feel sick to death now, let's teach you a lesson.

"Okay, our big hero is out, monk, I'm going to wash up. We'll meet in the village later! Good, good, right! This blood monk was about to leave, but suddenly turned around and stopped Long Yuan.

"Dead bald, what's the end of the story!"

"The killing on the donor is too heavy, the sin is sinful, karma, the donor should not kill!" After that, the blood monk made a grimace, and in the blink of an eye, his kung fu was gone. This golden cicada's harmless appearance of humans and animals is really angry, obviously you are happy to kill people, but at this time you have become a good person.

Long Yuan reluctantly lifted the half-cut Pu knife in his hand and smiled self-deprecatingly, it seemed that he could not become a hero after all. Even if he is a hero, he is just a substitute for others, he used to be the stand-in of Long Zu, and today he is the stand-in of the golden cicada.

After the dust gradually cleared, Long Yuan smiled at the villagers, but only heard all the villagers screaming frantically.

"Hell! The devil has come to ask for his life! "In the open space at the entrance of the village, only Long Yuan and the trembling village chief were left.

"Demons? Am I like a demon? Long Yuan looked at the tattered clothes on his body that had been made by the blood monk, as well as his own bloody criticism and messy hair, he really looked a bit like a legendary evil ghost.

"Demons, don't go near our village, our village has had enough of the disaster. If you have the ability, you can pester those pirates, those who have harmed us. Is it true that you, an evil spirit, are also afraid of the Woko? The village chief wept at every word, and the cane in his hand beat the ground angrily.

"I've killed all the pirates, so look at it! And I'm not an evil ghost, it's the young man who was driven away by you with that monk a few days ago! After finishing speaking, Long Yuan showed a mouthful of big white teeth and looked at the village chief with a smile.

"Wolver? Wakako! The village chief's expression changed from astonishment to joy, then ecstasy.

"Come out, everyone! It's not an evil ghost, it's our great benefactor, our great benefactor! All the pirates are dead, all dead! Long Yuan saw the tears in the village chief's eyes, which were the ecstasy of a long drought and a rainy day.