In front of the mountain gate of the Shura Palace, Ding Peng, dressed in black, rushed into the crowd with a pair of confused and empty eyes, his fists kept waving, smashing human heads, countless warriors roared something, angrily waving the weapons in their hands and rushing towards Ding Peng, and Ding Peng's face was always indifferent, harvesting one human head after another. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"The Great Devil is here!"

"Kill! Kill him! ”

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At this time, there were too many people in front of the gate of Shura Palace, so many that Ding Peng didn't need to deliberately look for a target at all, and he could break several heads with a random punch, and a pretty little girl followed Ding Peng not far behind.

The pitch-black boots are stepping on the blood red of the ground, and loneliness is the only astringent leaf that has not withered, always hanging on the helpless branches, and my heart has already been cold for dozens of winters......

A golden eagle chirped above the high school, a man in a snow-white robe jumped down, and the dazzling sword light directly emptied the enemies around Ding Peng, and the person who came fell lightly and stood beside Ding Peng, nodded to Ding Peng, and rushed forward without saying a word.

A glimmer of brilliance flashed in Ding Peng's empty eyes, even in the cold winter, there would still be plum blossoms in full bloom.

The murder value is constantly beating upward, and it has already broken through the four million mark, 4.1 million, 4.2 million, 4.3 million......

A man with a sword suddenly rushed in front of Ding Peng, looked at Ding Peng with a calm gaze and said;

"Ding Peng, a year ago, it was you who made me understand the gap between myself and the master, I spent a year on the top of the snowy mountain to practice, today I finally have the confidence to stand in front of you again, remember my name, my name is Dai Ligang, today you will die in my hands."

Dai Ligang swung his sword and rushed towards Ding Peng, Dai Ligang was very confident, after he was killed by Ding Peng a year ago, a person wandered to a snowy mountain depressedly, but he didn't expect to meet a lame old man there, the old man's swordsmanship is very high, Dai Ligang saw the lame old man cut off a snow peak with a sword.

Fortunately, Dai Ligang inherited a bloodline on that snowy mountain, a bloodline that can assist in battle very well.

Since then, Dai Ligang has lived on the snowy mountain, in addition to taking care of the lame old man's life every day, he is self-studying, and has endured loneliness and hardship for a year, because of his hatred for Ding Peng, Dai Ligang persevered.

Finally, a year of penance made Dai Ligang reborn, he thought that he was strong enough now, and when a friend sent a secret message to invite him to besiege Langya Mountain together, Dai Ligang could no longer suppress his mood, and said goodbye to the lame old man and went down the snowy mountain.

Ding Peng tilted his head and looked at Dai Ligang curiously, sometimes Ding Peng would be very strange, why there were always some inexplicable people who rushed to him and shouted a lot of righteous and awe-inspiring slogans, or confidently lectured himself, telling the justification for killing himself, but he didn't remember who they were at all.

Why do you have to talk so much nonsense before you kill someone? Is it to keep your heart free of guilt? Is it to justify killing for yourself, to smooth out the uneasiness in your heart?

It turns out that everyone knows that it is wrong to kill people, but this river and lake are still killing everywhere, although they will find a suitable reason for their own killing......

But why don't I feel that way? Why can I kill anyone without burden, even if that person is not masked with me, even if that person is a good man praised by all......

Everything in this world has different ways of interpreting it from various angles, and the so-called absolute fairness and justice do not exist in this world at all, and your so-called justice may be oppression for others.

Good? Villain? Only death is equal, Ding Peng muttered softly in a low voice;

"This is my righteous ......"

The sword light passed through Ding Peng's ears, Ding Peng's confused gaze flashed from the sword light, the sword light cut off a few strands of Ding Peng's long hair, Ding Peng instantly pulled into the distance from Dai Ligang, an ordinary fist, quickly rushed to the other party's heart;

"Your attack was already seen through by my eyes!"

Dai Ligang chuckled, his pupils flashed with a light blue light, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Ding Peng's heart, with a smug smile on his face; "Die!"

The sword pierced into Ding Peng's body and penetrated directly, and Dai Ligang was stunned; "Afterimage?"

A fist slammed into his temple from Dai Ligang's side, Dai Ligang's eyes widened, and a blood injection burst out from the other temple, he couldn't believe that a year later, when he faced Ding Peng, he was still so powerless.

The agility attribute has reached a new height, allowing Ding Peng to bring out afterimages even if he is immersed in self-cultivation.

There is always such a group of people on the rivers and lakes, after forcing themselves to work hard for a while, they will think that they are superior, and then they will be arrogant to find a famous master to fight openly, trying to make a name for themselves, of course, it cannot be denied that this is the fastest way to become famous, but first you must do what you can and find the right goal for yourself......

Ding Peng, who was dressed in a black shirt, went deeper and deeper into the crowd, and there were no other disciples of the Shura Hall around Ding Peng, only a petite little girl who struggled to follow Ding Peng.

The killing has been going on for a long time, Ding Peng has forgotten how many people he killed, but the crowd of people besieging is still all over the mountains and fields, and people are constantly rushing towards Langya Mountain from all directions, Ding Peng has a sneer on his face, the whole rivers and lakes are so united in action, it is impossible if there is no behind-the-scenes mastermind manipulating, and who is this behind-the-scenes mastermind, even if there are no clues, Ding Peng can guess that whoever is beneficial to this matter is naturally manipulated.

A dark cloud obscured the sky, and the raindrops fell instantly, and the rain washed the blood on the ground, gathering into a bright red, but the rain couldn't stop the killing, and the heavy rain stopped and stopped, and it stopped and fell, so that everyone couldn't understand that it had been two months, why the true qi of the bloodthirsty Shura had not been exhausted.

Ding Peng's gaze became more and more hazy, like an old man, and even the scenery in front of him could no longer be seen clearly, and he could only vaguely perceive countless figures shaking in front of him.

The blood-colored space, the earth and the sky here seem to have only one color, Ding Peng looked around in confusion, what is this place? Who am I? Why am I here?

Countless saliva-dragging monsters rushed towards Ding Peng, Ding Peng subconsciously used his true qi to punch back, but found that his body was empty, the monster knocked Ding Peng down, many monsters lowered their heads and tore at Ding Peng's body, but Ding Peng was powerless to stop all this, and the huge pain made him sweat coldly.

Ding Peng opened his mouth wide and roared, but found that he didn't make any sound at all, because his trachea had been bitten off, and these monsters seemed to eat everything, not even bones left, Ding Peng once again experienced the pain of being bitten alive.

Then Ding Peng felt as if he had become a piece of air, or a cloud, just floating in the sky above the blood-colored space, unable to speak, unable to move, he couldn't even know what he was like now.

In front of the mountain gate of the Shura Hall Sect, Ding Peng's god-killing action suddenly stopped, and he could only see a circle of whites of his eyes with his hanging pupils, his body twitched slightly, and a little white foam spit out from his mouth.

The surrounding warriors glanced at each other, not knowing what was going on, but this did not affect the movements in their hands, and they waved their weapons and rushed towards Ding Peng, who was standing in a daze, maybe even the heavens couldn't get used to seeing this killing god, and deliberately lowered the punishment.

A warrior rushed to Ding Peng's side first, with a cruel smile on his face, holding a knife with both hands and slashing at Ding Peng's head, seeing that the big knife was about to hit Ding Peng, Ding Peng, who was standing in a woody manner, suddenly moved, and a quick punch directly knocked the person away.

The warriors who rushed towards Ding Peng paused, and looked at Ding Peng with wide eyes, could it be that he was pretending? Is it to lure the enemy deeper? They didn't think that Ding Peng needed to go to such trouble to kill them?

After waiting for a long time, but seeing that after swinging a punch, Ding Peng was still standing so blankly, and there was no follow-up action at all, so these warriors slowly relaxed and cautiously approached Ding Peng.

Zhu Youting, who was killing people not far from Ding Peng, turned her head to look at the figure of Mu Ran, quickly changed her direction, and approached Ding Peng's side.