There are always no tears in sorrow and joy, it is the white hair in the world, and the sword gall turns to ashes.

The man's face was eager to stop the young man's outstretched hand, but at that moment, he seemed to be in a trance, and at the moment when he lost his mind, the young man's thin fingers had already touched the smooth and slender hilt of the gun.

"Nope! Don't touch it! ”

The man's heart-rending roar echoed in Qianjun's ears, but he didn't seem to hear it, as if someone in his mind was laughing softly and whispering, "Come on, hold it, it has the strength you need, little bug!" ”

Qianjun's eyes were distracted, and the corners of his mouth also had a shallow smile, and he grabbed the spear directly.

"A thousand armies! Let go, you'll die! ”

The man straightened up, his eyes were anxious, and his face was faintly mad, this was a weapon with a soul, he would easily devour the soul of the person who touched him, and become a slave to the one he controlled, and the man who controlled it would only sink into endless killing and madness.

For many years, during the period of time when this gun was left out, it was all fought by the people of the world, and how much blood and rain it caused, but those who finally laughed and held this gun failed to stand the test, and all of them lost their minds and became killing puppets.

After the most elite samurai of the Warriors brought the lost relict back to the station, he was in a dilemma, so he had to put the gun in the cabinet and became a symbol of the glory of the Warriors.

And there are many proud samurai in the generations of Ruishi, whether it is the samurai regiment or the palace samurai or even the peak samurai with the title of martial god, they have tried to hold this gun to resist the invasion of this gun, but without exception they all ended in failure.

So the first time the man saw the boy holding this gun, his heart was in turmoil, he didn't want the student he had just accepted a few days ago to turn into a dried corpse under this ancient gun.

"What a beautiful gun!"

Qianjun's eyes were distracted, his mouth slowly murmured, and his hands were already holding the body of the gun without moving, like a rock.

"Thousands of armies, thousands of armies!"

The man shouted in a deep voice, but he saw that his disciple was as if he was sucked by the gun, and he couldn't help striding to push the disciple's stagnant body, but the force in his hand was as if Qianjun's body was rooted in the ground, and he couldn't help it for a while.

A dignified warrior couldn't push the body of a thin young man, the man couldn't help but be stunned, and when he saw the ancient spear that flashed cold and bright in the moonlight as if it was breathing, the man couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Immediately made a decision in his heart, if he delayed a few more breaths, he was afraid that his disciple would be really fierce and unlucky, and the man would no longer hesitate.

As soon as he stretched out his hand and pulled out the long knife at his waist, his breath flowed, his face was calm, his hands slowly held the hilt, and the strength of the master was poured on the blade, only to see the man step forward and shout, the long knife slashed a lightning bolt in the air, and slashed on the ancient spear on the ground.

I only heard a loud "Zheng" sound between heaven and earth, the power of this slash can be imagined, this is the most powerful knife technique in the men's knife technique, called the sky is above, but this is enough to split through the giant wood of several feet without splashing a ripple.

The man used all the strength of the Grandmaster to slash this knife, but he couldn't help but be stunned, the ancient spear that collided with the blade only made a loud noise, but it didn't move in the young man's hand.

And the situation of Qianjun at this time seemed to have been changed by this offensive, but the originally dull eyes flashed with dazzling light, and the spear in his hand also let out a crisp long groan, like a swimming dragon.

The man couldn't help but retreat when he saw this scene, because he only felt cold and dangerous in the back of his head, and he was surrounded by endless crises.

The man retreated to the corner with the hilt of his knife in hand, staring at the change in front of him.

He heard the sound of a slap in his disciple's body, but he could no longer hear the sound of the gun.

Everything in front of him seemed to subvert the man's vision, the dirty clothes on the young man's body had been shattered into powder, and the air flow around his body was carried to the soles of his feet, so violent air flow did seem so gentle at this time.

There seemed to be something swimming in the boy's body, jumping up and down, extremely fast, supporting the boy's blood vessels and skin in the rapid swimming.

Clusters of blood mist exploded on the boy's skin like fireworks, the boy seemed to have no feeling for the pain at all, his face was expressionless, and the man could hear the vigorous beating in the boy's chest, heavy as thunder, like a chrysalis struggling to break out of a cocoon, and a snake molting in pain.

The arm that the boy held the spear was no longer an arm, it was just a dry bone wrapped around the skin, and the body of the spear in his hand was getting more and more red.

"Thousands of armies, thousands of armies!"

The man yelled and watched helplessly.

And the terrible devouring continued, and the bursting veins under the skin stirred up the blood of the whole body into the body of the spear, and the blood-red spear trembled and hissed with joy, like a child who has received the candy he has longed for

The entire arm of the young man's other arm suddenly dried up, far faster than when the arm had been sucked up just now.

Immediately afterwards, the boy's torso also underwent a drastic change, the entire torso suddenly exploded, and the torso collapsed like a shrunken air sac, and the flesh and blood were all empty in an instant, and the skin was wrinkled and clinging to the bones.

Every drop of blood instantly steamed away in the air, and the blood mist was absorbed by the spear, seeping into the body of the spear, and the head of the spear gradually became blood-red, shiny red, like the pupils of a demon.

Then even the dry bones cracked and collapsed, and one by one they broke towards the shoulder, and a stream of blood burst out of the bloody hole in the shoulder, and the boy fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"A thousand troops!"

The man yelled in pain and wanted to rush over, but was swept to the ground by the air currents that enveloped the thousands of troops.

"A Thousand Armies ......"

"Teacher ......"

He seemed to be in the dark, and he looked and walked around in panic.

The boy finally heard his teacher's shout, and the tail note faded away until it faded into the darkness.

He yelled nervously, running aimlessly in the dark.

Suddenly, at his feet, a dark door opened, and he fell abruptly, to a place that sealed all light and shadow, sky and earth.

The surroundings were empty, and all eyes were desolate, and he was the only one standing in a very deep and quiet place, standing in the center of this heaven and earth, holding a blood-red spear in his hand.

"Hahahaha, hehehehe, hehe, hehe, hey, yo hahaha......"

There were a lot of strange voices snickering low in the dark, with a little ecstasy, a little sigh, a little nostalgia.

"You see, another man is coming, and another man is coming."

The boy turned his head in horror to look around at the countless pale shadows.

They surrounded themselves, laughing and laughing, and several people gathered together to point and laugh.

"Who are you, who are you?"

The boy brandished the ancient gun in his hand and roared loudly.

"We have already guessed the final result, but we still hold this gun from generation to generation.

Why...... Why...... Why......"

There was an indifferent voice in the crowd.

Qianjun remembered, and before entering the main hall, it was this voice that echoed in his ears.

"He's coming! He's coming! Come on! Come on! ”

The laughing shadows around screamed in terror and turned to flee in all directions.

As soon as Qianjun turned around, there was no one around, all the shadows were gone, the person who spoke was gone, and the spear in his hand was gone.

"Are you afraid to live like this, to be afraid of the bloody pictures, to live like worms, and to die weeping?"

The indifferent voice was still there, as if it was cast from the black sky.

"Where are you?" Qianjun shouted anxiously.

"Look back at me." He jerked around and saw the blood-colored footprints behind him stretching into the distance, endlessly.

Qianjun raised his head and saw the man, holding an ancient blood-red spear in his hand.

The figure of that person melted into the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, and his face was not clear to Qianjun, only a pair of eyes, shining eyes.

"Hold it."

The man handed over the gun in his hand, his voice was irresistible like an emperor, it was an edict from the emperor.

In an instant, the men in the courtyard only saw that endless vitality poured out from the handle of the spear and returned to Qianjun's body, the blood began to tumble in the veins again, and the heart began to roar like a war drum.

The spear itself roared, not the roar of metal, like a huge savage beast standing behind a thousand armies, its eyes shining brightly, looking up to the sky and roaring.

The thousand army took three steps forward, thrust his spear into the stone gap in the ground, and looked forward with his spear in his hand, as if he had conquered the whole world.

The huge sound of the two voices converged and rolled in the narrow courtyard to spread, like a fierce wind, wrapped in stone chips, and dust splashed in a small courtyard, as if the end was coming.

The man standing on the side was completely unable to resist, and he mobilized the strength of the grandmaster all over his body to resist the huge sound, like a wave crashing against the man, and he couldn't help but retreat a few more times, and finally fell into the corner of the wall before barely blocking it.

The man weakly put down the long knife in his hand, but the sound of a dragon's roar still came to his face, and the stone shards in the strong wind scratched his cheek, but he didn't care at all.

"It's ...... It's ......"

He couldn't believe his eyes, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and through the rolling dust waves, he saw a thin figure standing in the middle of the courtyard, with a sacred spear.

"Is this the last person who can tame the roar of the tiger? Is the glory of Ruishi to be borne by a child? ”

The man lowered his long knife, was silent for a moment, knelt down, prostrate, and did not get up for a long time, he was meeting the new leader.