"Hahaha......"

The masked man looked up to the sky and laughed uncontrollably.

At this time, a sniper squad came back with a request to shoot.

Xing Shisan swallowed a few mouthfuls of blood and said in a low voice, "Listen to my orders, unless I die."

The audience in front of the TV was silent, it was true that there were their children in it, but now that I think about it, the palms and backs of my hands are full of meat, and he is also someone else's child, but now he is suffering for tens of thousands of people, and everyone prays sincerely in front of the TV, hoping that a miracle can happen.

Zhongnanhai.

The old man inside also attached great importance to this terrifying incident, but looking at the bleeding young man, a trace of unbearability flashed on his face.

"If it does not die today, it will become a dragon one day." An old man looked at the big screen on the wall in a daze and said with emotion.

"There are two more knives", in the campus, the masked man is so cold and perverted, and the murder is no bigger than a bowl, but looking at the young man's means of self-harm in front of him, he has an indescribable pleasure in his heart.

Xing Thirteen fell to the ground with his left hand, slowly stood up, and glanced deeply at the students who were all staring at him at the same time, from each other's eyes, everyone learned to grow, but the price of growth was so big, so big that the shoulders on their shoulders could no longer be carried.

Many people looked at the sky, gloomy, windless, gray and oppressive. They thought, "Can't even the heavens look down on it?" And when will its tears fall".

"Poof", the red knife entered the body again, Xing Thirteen staggered forward and fell out a few steps, one foot bent, and he was about to kneel to the ground when he saw it, and he fell to the ground with one hand, and stood up again.

Under everyone's gaze, the katana was pulled out as dark gray as water, and the organs in the body were already faintly visible, and the tip of the knife was falling from time to time, as if it was like a sharp blade piercing the students' hearts, making them feel unstoppable pain in their hearts.

Blade Mountain is already blood-colored, exuding a demonic light.

With the sound of "Peng", the body could no longer bear it, and fell to the ground.

……

The wind and sun are beautiful in Sanssouci Mountain, which is like spring all year round, and every flower, grass and world is vigorous.

At this time, a man and a woman stand on a high place, overlooking all living beings.

"Thirteen, we have known each other for more than ten years, and today let me see how far your sword has reached." The beautiful woman reveals coldness and holiness, and her smile exudes her charm.

Dressed in a white sleeve robe, his body fluttered up, just like the Luo Shen in "Luo Shen Fu", his hair is like the moon covered by light clouds, and the snow is fluttering like the wind. Looking at it from afar, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow. Forced to observe it, the scorching fufu came out.

After a while, it fell under an antique guqin not far away, and the sound of the piano sounded, melodious and long, and the echo was transmitted in the forest and the stone wall.

With a "bang", the long sword behind his back was unsheathed, and with the sound of the piano, he danced his body lightly, and every move and style were integrated into it.

The sound of the piano suddenly became high, and the sword momentum suddenly became fierce, and the Dao sword shadow followed like a shadow, leaving thousands of overlapping shadows.

After a while, flying through the air, driving the sword together, the Sensen long sword glowed with a white glow, soaring freely, with the body as the body, constantly rotating, and finally turned into a cold light pointed straight to the sky, people moved with the sword, only to hear the "boom", it seemed to poke the whole sky out of a hole.

On campus, the masked man looked at the motionless body and laughed smugly, and then although he was wearing a mask, everyone still felt a sudden chill hit.

"You want to live, don't you?" He said to himself without joy or sorrow: "I have a coin in my backhand, I will throw it into the air, you live on the head, and on the other hand, then you will go to hell together."

Sanssouci Mountain.

After the sword moved, the body slowly fell, stuck in the air, and the eyes of the two looked at each other for a long time.

The breeze blew through the hair of the two of them, and blew the corners of their clothes, and the two of them didn't seem to notice anything, just staring at each other intently and affectionately.

"I'm Ouyang, I'll count three, and as soon as the three words fall, each group will wipe out the enemy with the previous goal." Now that Xing Shisan's life and death are unknown, Ouyang made a decision after receiving instructions.

Now that Da Xiong has been instructed by the masked man, he walks towards Xing Shisan step by step, if he finds that there is no information at all, the consequences can be obvious, not to mention that after giving the information, after he completes the transmission, he will not necessarily choose to be safe.

For others, they may still cherish their lives, but no one can figure out the perverted heart of the Nacrush fanatics, and it is better to give it a go than to be passive.

"Slow," a haggard, weak voice vaguely but crisply came into everyone's ears.

In Xing Shisan's dream, the white-clothed young man on the top of the Leifeng Pagoda seemed to appear again, smiling at him, and his eyes gave him encouragement.

He never understood why the young man in white always appeared in his dreams, and whether it was good or bad to break up the unreal dream.

At this time, the jade pendant in his arms seemed to be releasing an inexplicable energy along his chest straight to the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and the surroundings were slowly released, and the spirit and spirit were suddenly shocked in an instant, and they were replenished in time.

His eyes suddenly opened, his body slowly rose, his lips were painted with brilliant crimson colors, but his face was pale as if he were a resentful spirit from hell, which made people feel fearful.

Even if he is a crusher, he is not afraid of life and death, seeing his appearance at this moment, he also feels a little afraid of the unknown, and the big bear who has just stepped forward and is about to take away the USB disk can't help but retreat.

The masked man looked at the deep eyes that looked at him, and forced himself to calm down: "My hands are stained with countless blood, even if you are an evil spirit from hell, I will destroy your soul."

Xing Shisan smiled sarcastically, his lips moved and he said four words word by word, although the masked man couldn't hear it clearly, but according to the shape of his mouth, it should be that you are afraid of these four words.

A wave of anger rose out of thin air, and he snorted coldly and said: "I don't like you more and more, since you want to be a savior, I will fulfill you, and there are still knives and two holes, if you can still live, we will continue to play games with each other."

A cold light flashed, with the knife as a pillar, half-kneeling on the ground, his head lowered, not knowing life and death.

The wind blew gently, and the very fine rain fell like nothing, and it seemed that it was unbearable to be overwhelmed by this desolate sorrow.

"Hold on," how many people's hopes, how many people's voices, no matter where the motherland is, there are people who silently cheer and cheer for this resolute and uninhibited youth.

Someone prayed sincerely in front of the Buddha to bless him with safety.

Perhaps because of the call of the people, the young man slowly stood up with a broadsword.

The body is like a rain of blood falling from the sky, it is difficult to find a clean place, the blood is still dripping, the wide hole in the chest, and the intestines can be clearly seen.

What kind of perseverance is it that keeps him standing?

What kind of persistence made him bloom from the brink of death again and again?

What kind of faith is it that he still stands proudly and unmoving?

What is he for?

"Xing Shisan, I have to admire you for being a man, but unfortunately, what you choose is a dead end." The masked man seemed to have a lot of emotion, but he shouted in a moody manner: "Kneel, I want you to go to hell to confess to my dead brothers before you die, with the ceremony of three kneels and nine prostrations."

It is said that the man has gold under his knees, kneeling to the sky and kneeling to his parents, but Xing Shisan's squinted eyes, the desperate eyes imprinted in his eyes made him afraid, and he seemed to look into the air to escape, and the gloomy sky really wrote his sad heart at the moment.

With a "poof", he knelt down heavily, just because he couldn't find a reason not to kneel.

One, two, three knocks, hold up with your hands, and shake to get up.

One, two, three, fell and fell and took a few steps forward.

The eyes of the two inadvertently met each other, and the faces under the masks emitted a bloodthirsty, cruel smile.

"Puff" was another sound of landing, and the moment his head hung down, Xing Shisan soberly gave an order: "All units pay attention, be ready to shoot at any time."

One bow seemed to drain all his strength, and after the last bow, he fell to the ground twice before he was able to stabilize his body.

He was like a falling leaf at this time, drifting with the wind, stumbling and bumping dozens of times, and finally came to the mask man three steps away.

The moment the four eyes met, the masked man looked calm, and said lightly: "You didn't think there would be today, did you?"