You really miss Li Xianyu, is it because of the first time? The god of war said helplessly.

Li Peiyun was stunned for a moment, and then understood what the god of war meant, "Hmm...."

Li Peiyun left home at the age of fifteen and wandered outside for ten years, sharpening his kendo, not without defeat, but those who had been defeated by him were left behind by him in the process of catching up.

Those who have made enemies are slashed by the sword one by one.

It wasn't until more than two months ago, in Sanli and a half village, that he met his destined ..... Enemy. Since then, he has suffered losses in the hands of Li Xianyu one after another, but he has not found the field again.

Li Xianyu was the first opponent who made him helpless.

"He's not at his best, he's here, we have to run for our lives. The god of war glanced at him, "It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years." ”

Wherever Li Xianyu went, where the Peerless Battle Soul followed, that kid was already an S-level master, and the Peerless Battle Soul at this time was very different from the battle for the Demon Dao relics. Once encountered, she can only chase and hammer her.

"Be careful. The god of war said in a low voice.

"He's very powerful?" Li Peiyun raised his eyebrows.

"Baoze's S-level is not powerful, their most powerful is the combination technique, but at least three S-level can be used. That's what they rely on to compete with the extremes. But no one should be underestimated. The god of war gave Li Peiyun popular science: "The ability of five or five is balance, balancing the strength of both sides, if you are stronger than him, it will be weakened, and vice versa." Therefore, I am afraid that your Qi Sword will be weakened and lose its invincible characteristics. ”

"And this kind of ability?" Li Peiyun was shocked: "It's all open with anyone..... It turns out that the title means this. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Sanwu carrying an RPG, putting on a posture of not recognizing his six relatives, and brazenly pulling the trigger.

"Spread out!" shouted the god of war.

And he puffed up his own gas engine and propped up the shield..... The rockets grazed his left side, exploding around his scattered subordinates.

The blast wave of the explosion raged with flames, and the black-brown earth blasted a large crater.

"She didn't cast her abilities.... Oh no, her real target is my men. The god of war reacted as soon as he was stunned.

He tried to respond, but Sanwu gave him a chance, and a second rocket was fired.

It was impossible to determine whether she was using the ability of precision strike, and the god of war did not dare to slack off, and he could not relax in the face of the king of individual combat weapons.

"Boom!"

Precision strike abilities can't be dodged, only blocked, and this isn't an explosion that a high-explosive grenade can match.

The body protection air shield was like a fluttering bubble in the wind, it lasted for a second and then collapsed, the muscles of the god of war shook wildly, and the force was frantically unloaded, and after the shock wave and fire light touched his body, it was like a person stepping on grease and sliding away.

The god of war had no time to care for his men, and burst out of the flames of the explosion, his hair and clothes burned to ashes, and his skin covered in scorch. A few steps across a distance of more than ten meters, close to the three no.

"Ding!"

With the crisp sound of the safety opening, Sanwu took off the grenade hanging from his waist and threw it head-on at the god of war.

Without waiting for the grenade to fly closer, the god of war blasted out the gas machine with a punch, detonating it in advance, and the flames exploded between the two.

Sanwushuang's eyes were red, she jumped up against the flames and shock waves of the explosion, her hair was flying, and she danced the 1.4-meter-long bazooka like a golden hoop stick, and smashed it on the head of the god of war.

The bazooka is clearly not a qualified melee weapon, and the God of War's skull is harder than it, and it breaks off in Sanwu's hand.

The god of war hit Sanwu in the chest with an elbow blow, and he poured his fists and feet wildly, any part of his body can be used as a weapon, he is a former first-class killer of the Ancient God Sect who is famous for fighting and killing in the killer world.

"It's too weak," the god of war yelled disdainfully as he attacked, "After so many years, you still haven't grown." ”

"Can't appear in front of the target, in the dark, silently, give him a fatal blow. Sanwu replied while parrying.

"Well, you remember what I taught, that's the best way to fight because your ability is precision strikes. But have you tried to assassinate anyone over the years, and do you remember my words? ”

"I think...."Sanwu suddenly erupted, his elbow slanted up, hit the wrist of the god of war, blocked his fist, and she smashed the god of war away: "Kill you head-on." ”

The two sides reversed, and Sanwu burst out with strong and invincible strength at this moment, crushing the god of war with the melee combat that she was not good at.

On the other side, after a rocket disrupted the lineup, the five people brought by the god of war were killed mercilessly by Wuwukai, and in less than two seconds, the five people were smashed in their heads, and the original gods were scattered, and they couldn't die anymore.

Li Peiyun didn't stop it, he couldn't stop it, and there was no need, these subordinates were all good hands, and they could be on their own wherever they stayed, but in the Pantheon Palace, where masters gathered, they were the combat power at the bottom.

How can they, who haven't even arrived at the S-rank, fight against a top-notch S-level kill.

As soon as the flowers in front of him, Wuwukai, who had finished killing, approached silently, and at some point held a half-meter-long short knife in his hand and stabbed him in the chest.

"Whew!"

The sword of qi reversed, and in the sound of melting snow, the short knife was slashed, and the break was like a red-hot soldering iron.

Wuwu Kai took a few steps back, looked down at the magic weapon that had not lasted a round, and squinted: "It is worthy of being a sword of qi inherited from the Demon Dao, and it is worthy of its name, so there is no way, let's open it in five or five." ”

The next moment, Li Peiyun felt a mysterious and strange force lock on him, and the qi and vigorous qi and blood in his body were tragically weakened, but his spirit became extremely vigorous.

Obviously, this is a talent of five or five kai.

"His qi and blood are not as good as mine, but his mental power is much stronger than mine. ”

According to his own changes, Li Peiyun made a judgment.

I feel quite proud in my heart, look, one of the ten gods of the dignified Baoze, his blood and qi are not as good as mine.

Because of the relationship between the three talents of swordsmanship, he has almost no shortcomings, and his qi is the strongest, followed by qi and blood, and his mental power is the worst. It corresponds to the order of strength and weakness of the "three swords" in the three-talent swordsmanship.

After weakening Li Peiyun's strength, Wu Wukai took out two short knives from his wallet, got close again, and the blade cut an arc that was difficult to capture, cutting at Li Peiyun's neck.

Li Peiyun leaned back to dodge this sword, and at the same time swung the sword of qi in his hand.

While!

The other sword of Wuwukai was erected, blocking the sword of qi, and the invincible sword of qi failed to cut off the short knife in his hand.

After falling into the Five-Five Open Realm, the Sword of Qi was greatly weakened.

The throat cutting knife was dodged, and after blocking the sword of qi, Wuwukai's wrist flipped, and the lagging knife was erected, and the hilt of the knife slammed into Li Peiyun's chest.

"Poof!"

The strength revealed Li Peiyun's body, and a shallow crater was blown out on the ground under him.

"It's so penetrating. Li Peiyun's throat was sweet, he almost squirted, gritted his teeth and held back, and roared in a deep voice, about to launch a counterattack.....

Wu Wu Kai countered with a snakeskin position to avoid his Qi Sword, and swam behind him, his hands crossed his back, and the cold blade broke through the "Spirit Sword" that he was proud of, leaving two wounds that were not too deep.

This is not the end, the attack of five or five has just begun, and he walks with a flexible body to dodge Li Peiyun's attack. With exquisite knife techniques, he left a series of knife wounds on his body.

Although Li Peiyun's essence sword forged a strong fortress for him, those wounds were not deep and did not hurt the muscles and bones, but the hot pain all over the body made Li Peiyun hold back a wave of evil fire in his heart, but he was helpless.

Yes, whether it is qi or qi and blood, it is not as good as Li Peiyun.

However, the other party's skills completely crushed Li Peiyun.

Li Peiyun felt like a beast with brute strength, and he seemed vulnerable in front of humans who were proficient in "skills".

In the past ten years, the cultivation of the Sancai Sword had occupied most of his energy, thus neglecting the tempering of his skills. However, with the mystery of the three-talent swordsmanship, it was enough that he did not need to hone his skills.

Right now, it's just a loss in this area.

The five-five open realm allows the strength of the two to reach a certain balance, like a balance. However, power can be weakened and enhanced, and skill is something that cannot be reached.

It's like a Ferrari sports car and Wuling Hongguang racing, the performance of the sports car makes Ferrari easily crush Wuling Hongguang, but once both sides are replaced by Wuling Hongguang, then Wuwukai, as an old driver, can easily crush him.

Li Peiyun gasped: "The Ten Gods of Baoze really live up to their reputation. ”

The top S-level is also divided into strong and weak, and he, a newcomer, seems to be a little worse than the top S-level, one of the ten gods of Baoze.

But Li Peiyun didn't panic too much, everyone's strength is not much different, I can still run if I can't beat me.

......

"Bang!"

The god of war held Sanwu's fist and slammed a headhammer into the opponent's forehead.

Sanwu staggered back, his head was bleeding, his head was dizzy, and his vision was overlapping and blurred.

"You look at what you have become, without the slightest hint of a killer. The previous training was eaten by a dog?" The god of war smashed a swing fist on Sanwu's side face, hitting her teeth and her eyeballs bloodshot.

After playing for so long, he was just a little out of breath and looked like he had some energy left. And Sanwu is already sweating profusely, and his physical exertion is huge. The most important thing is that he is too familiar with Sanwu, just like a father is familiar with his daughter.

"Your abilities weren't supposed to be head-on in the first place, but you're going head-to-head with the enemy every time. Your stupidity is doomed to your fate. ”

As long as Sanwu is not given the opportunity to use hot weapons, as long as he keeps fighting close to her, Sanwu is no threat to the god of war, who is famous for hand-to-hand combat.

Sanwu crossed his arms, blocking the fist of the god of war again and again, and his arm bones could not withstand such a high-intensity and dense blow, and gradually cracked.....

Despair, despair from the soul enveloped her.

She can't beat this man, just like in the past ten years, in countless competitions, she has never won.

Sanwu's fighting skills were taught by the God of War, and this man had taught her for more than ten years and knew her well.

For as long as she can remember, she has lived in the training camp of the Old God Cult, which is where the Old God Cult trains the next generation of Class A killers, and she is accompanied by more than two hundred children of the same age.

The Ancient God Cult's way of cultivating Rank A killers can be called cruel, and the selected children learn to practice qi and combat from an early age, and use all kinds of cold weapons and firearms. On top of that, they don't get any other education, they can't go to school and play like other children.

Childhood was only the whipping of training and instructors.

By the age of ten, the child will be forcibly awakened. At present, the fastest awakening posture recognized by the bloodline world is death, and there is a great terror between life and death, which is the easiest to stimulate people's potential.

The children are kept alone in the water tank, the mouth of the tank is sealed, and the awakened children will shatter the water tank and come out, and the failed ones will stay in it forever.

Sanwu's performance in the training camp was decent, knowing that when she was ten years old, in the customary awakening ceremony, she awakened the same as precision strike, a very powerful and rare ability.

It is also because of this ability that she was valued by the high-level of the Ancient God Cult and regarded as a key cultivation object.

One day, a certain big figure of the Old God Cult suddenly wanted to see her, and the instructor took her to meet the big man.

"Little thing, you're lucky to have the favor of that adult. The instructor hummed and told her that he was a great man, and that a single word could dictate their life and death.

"What is favor. ”

"I just think you're good and want to reward you. ”

"Reward meat?" San Wu was ignorant, in exchange for loud ridicule from the instructor.

It was a tall and burly man, and just standing in front of him, Sanwu trembled with fright.

"Forget your fears to be a good killer. The man looked at her, frowning, and seemed to be very dissatisfied with Xiao Sanwu's performance.

"That's because your aura is too strong, how can a little thing stay calm in front of you. The instructor flattered.

"No. 3, are you willing to be my disciple?" The man ignored the instructor's flattery, and lowered his head coldly, looking at the girl who was not as tall as his waist.

"When your disciple ..... Do you have meat to eat?" she was scared, but she asked the question she cared about the most.

"Yes. ”

"Oh. ”

It was the first time she had met the God of War, the first conversation.

Sanwu's childhood was not only dark, she had a very good friend, no name, in the training camp everyone had no name, only a number. She is number three and her friend is number 30.

That night, she carried the meat she had secretly brought out of the cafeteria and shared food with No. 30 in a secluded corner that no one had noticed.

"I have a master. She nibbled on her food, and as she spoke, there seemed to be stars twinkling in her eyes.

"What is Master?" asked Number 30.

A ten-year-old child, who has not received an orthodox education, does not understand the meaning of the master except for training every day.

"It's the one who can give me meat to eat. ”

"I'm so envious. ”

"I'll share it with you, we're friends. ”

The next day, however, she was taken to a small dark room, in which there were two people, the god of war who had just become her master, and the skinny number 30, and her tears of fear rolled in her eyes, like a frightened fawn.

"Kill her. The god of war threw a knife at Sanwu's feet.

"No, don't...."

"Kill her, the killer can't have friends, because friends can be a blade to stab you in the heart at any time. ”

"Don't...."

"Kill her. ”

.......

With a click, Sanwu's arm was broken, and the defensive position was opened. In the next moment, the fist of the god of war smashed down like a rainstorm. sternum, ribs, shoulder blades..... More than a dozen bones were broken one after another, and the metacarpal bones of the palms that protected the vital ones could not escape the fate.

Lost again, always like this ....

In the past ten years, she has been defeated by this man again and again, the children in the training camp envy her, and the instructors openly and secretly curry favor with her, because she is a disciple of the God of War and will definitely stand out in the future competition for Class A killers. The Rank A killer of the Ancient God Sect can naturally enter the top level after retiring, and even compete for the position of sect leader.

The god of war gave her glory and status, and ruthlessly deprived her of affection. Family, love, friendship.... Nothing, even preferences are deprived.

She didn't have the power to like something, she didn't have the power to have friends, and slowly, she was built into an emotionless weapon.

Live to kill, die to kill.

"I long for friends!" said to the god of war when he was fifteen years old.

Because of these words, she almost paid the price with her life.

"Remember what I told you. The god of war knocked the girl with a thousand holes in her body to the ground and looked down at her condescendingly: "On the night of your fifteenth year, the night you were about to die. ”

"If you want to regain your friendship, you can, kill me!"

That day, she was as dying as she is now, lying weakly on the bed, and the god of war stood at the head of the bed, looking at her with the same condescending, indifferent eyes.

Say this to her.

Sanwu was lying on the ground, his pupils reflecting the eternal gray, and the shrine hanging in the sky in the east.

She remembered the scene of her first meeting with No. 30, when she did not complete her training task and was locked up in a small black room, without water or food, and she had to stay in it for three days when she was less than ten years old.

She was hungry and scared, but she didn't dare to cry, and hid in the corner shivering.

At this time, a steamed bun was thrown in the small window where the rice was delivered, and half of his little face poked out, and his dark eyes swept around the room, locking the three novices in the corner.

Sanwu knew her, it was the girl who slept on her top bunk, loved to laugh, and had a pair of crescent-like eyes.

"The instructor said that you don't work hard to do your homework, and the small black house is here. ”

Sanwu didn't speak, just looked at her.

"I hid the steamed buns at noon, and the little black house doesn't give me anything to eat, I know. ”

Sanwu knows, each child can only get three steamed buns a day, and one steamed bun is a meal.

It's her lunch.

"Why?"

"I want to be friends with. ”

"What's a friend?"

"A friend is something that's good for life. ”

"Oh. ”

A friend is a good thing for life, but she stabbed a knife into her friend's chest with her own hands.

She still hasn't forgotten what No. 30 looked like before she died, and those memories buried in her heart are surging endlessly, and they hurt clearly.

Later, she left the Old God Cult and came to Baoze's training camp, where she finally gained the friendship she had longed for. Got rid of the fate of being a weapon.

But the god of war found her again, and the man who turned her into a weapon with his own hands was the nightmare of her life.

She was warmed in Baoze, but on that night, she fell back into the cold hell.

Kill you, just kill you?

Yes, Master.

The faded red light lit up again, his eyes were full of brutal and fierce light, and his face was crawling with bulging green tendons.

"Click!"

Deep down, something seemed to be broken.

All emotions disappear, all warmth dissipates, and at this moment, it is as if a sleeping demon has awakened.

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