The blood was boiling, and I felt that life and death had become empty.

The halberd dances into a mad demon, and the sound of the blade hitting is like splashing ink in the blur of the south of the Yangtze River if it is a gust of wind and rain.

The Divine Martial King had never stepped into the inhuman realm of red dust, but only used the nine-layer peerless true qi to penetrate the hands that were already extremely tired.

Blocking, swinging, stabbing, shoveling, countless movements in the mind are naturally unleashed.

At the entrance of Gangnam Province before, it was also such a killing.

Killing 8,000 enemies, if you directly turn into a burning hell giant, or a wisp of mystical wind glimpsed by the ninety layers of the Eight Desolation Divine Skills, it is a matter of breath.

But he didn't like it.

The affairs of the world, of course, become kings and lose, but how many people win the world and lose themselves.

If you're not human anymore?

So, does it still make sense for you to become strong?

A hundred people have a hundred different answers, but if you think about it, at least ninety will say "you can become stronger, you can live forever, you can explore more, you can", and nine people are afraid that they are pedantic and say something inexplicable, and the rest are either crazy or stupid.

Therefore, no one is Xia Guang, and no one can be Xia Guang.

His answer was simple, two words: no.

It's pure.

If you want to ask again, Lao Tzu doesn't like it.

Those are all excellent and very reasonable, but if I don't love them, I won't pick a leaf!

Stepping into the sword light and sword shadow, taking advantage of the drunkenness, the Fang Tian painting halberd that was stained with Xizi and clear water danced like a black dragon in a low place.

The sound of collision, the sound of killing, the sound of shouting, the sound of questioning, wailing, the sound of grief.

Everything is the enemy of this Great Zhou Shenwu King.

The halberd stabbed out two points, and stabbed it from a person's neck again, and there were countless blood flowers, and with a slash, the lower half of the crescent moon became crimson again, and it was wrapped around the body, and it was thrown away with one hand, and it turned into a fierce black plate three or four meters wide.

If you look down, you can see that there seems to be an ink-colored flower on the ground, blooming, floating in the smoke and rain of the 800 floors in the south of the Yangtze River, and everywhere you go, there is a red splash that cannot be painted at all, like the impatiens juice smeared on the nails of beauties.

The improvement of skills is nothing.

Xia Guang kept feeling, hoping to touch the true meaning of "people's hearts", he recalled the halberd that killed Zen on the clear mountain, the three mountains were half falling, and the egret was divided in the middle.

It's hatred, it's anger, it's human feelings.

So what about this time?

In this reckless crowd, how are you doing?

In the distance, two of the four killers of the Huangpu family had been lying dormant in the crowd, and when they saw a trace of trance in Shenwu's eyes, they felt that the opportunity had come.

Wu Linghu carried a ghost-headed knife, like a ghost shadow sticking to the back of a grandmaster, holding his breath and condensing, like a dead man.

Shadow-following is his skill to kill, because if your attention is all on the enemy in front of you, you won't pay attention to the enemy's back, and there is actually a person hidden.

Bashan Ape's arm curled up in his sleeve seemed to be extremely short, but once it was cast, together with the half-arm short sword he was holding, it could instantly stab two meters, with the explosive body method he practiced "Eight Steps to Catch the Cicada".

It is really not moving, and when you move, you kill, and often the person who responds to it will die by his sword before he is ready to fight.

Even before death, there will be a kind of "he... How could his sword appear at this time".

This Bashan ape shrunk into a stone blue matte cloak with a pocket, using every stuck point to jam between himself and the Divine Martial King, all the lines of sight, making himself as low-key as possible, but the speed is getting faster and faster.

It can be said that these two people are really worthy of the reputation of the top killers of the first family, each with their own strengths and specializations.

One left and one right, walked quickly towards the blood-stained python robe, and the Shenwu King with red hair.

Click!

Another blood crack twisted and emerged from the front of a master, the halberd of the Shenwu King fell, and a horizontal dance was towards the gunman wearing a carved pea green robe who rushed to the other side.

His halberd was at the end of his power, and his new strength was rising.

Wuling Tiger and Bashan Ape glanced at each other and felt that this was the right time.

So in the shadow that had just fallen, a fast and fierce sword wind was whistling, and in another place it was silent, silent, but like a flying locust, the hidden sting could shoot a short sword of nearly two meters in an instant, and it was ready to go!

"Die!"

Wuling Tiger shouted angrily, this sound was carried out with true qi, which could be regarded as a shock.

Lurking, the enemy's strength is exhausted, plus this shock, and this shock can better cover the Bashan ape on the other side.

The two worked together seamlessly.

is an experienced veteran legendary master, and he is also dead.

What's more, it is a Shenwu King who has exhausted his strength.

In your name, you will push my Huangpu family to a higher place, and also make my name as a killer complete.

The two killers thought so.

The ghost head knife is out.

The dagger is also out.

Then the two killers suddenly felt that the world had become black and white, their brains were dizzy, they opened their eyes, saw the headless corpse, and the last thought was "How can that body look like themselves"?

But seeing that Xia Guang turned the halberd at an indescribable speed and angle, the crescent moon roared, and he took away the two heads.

In fact, at this moment, there are many people on the battlefield like these two killers, with various ideas and hidden stunts.

There is no weakness here, no stupidity.

It can be described as a gathering of real righteous elites.

Compared with them, those who "greet each other" in Jiangnan Province can only be regarded as younger brothers.

There are small sects in charge, hidden masters, swordsmen who are eager to make a splash, young heroes who are drunk and sword-playing, assassins who are deep in the city, and all kinds of ...

But they all came to the same end.

When you die, it's no different.

However, with the fighting, Xia Guang suddenly felt a trace of tiredness, which was the inevitable result of completely suppressing his own strength, and sometimes the manpower was exhausted, either surpassing or yielding.

When you are tired, you can easily feel lonely.

In particular, there are enemies in all eyes, and at a glance, they are all raising troops towards their enemies.

In the loud sound, Xia Guang suddenly sensed a trace of coldness.

With that coldness, he half-squatted, and the "immortal guidance" in the original terrifying Peerless Halberd method was to throw the halberd behind him, and at the end there was another stab, which was the sound of the sword cracking, and then the feel of entering the flesh, and a muffled snort with a wry smile.

He didn't look back.

can make yourself feel cold, think that coming to this Jianghu is by no means an unknown person.

It's just still dead.

People died.

The coldness of that sword was gone.

Still, he felt cold.

When I looked up, it turned out to be a dripping spring rain, a cold spring.

A lonely heart arises spontaneously.

Another moment.

Qunhao suddenly sensed a trace of mysteriousness, looking at the demon king wielding the Fang Tian painting halberd, the Great Zhou Shenwu King who was making a killing suddenly seemed to become a down-and-out general who was lifting a halberd and climbing a tall building.

After returning from a hundred battles, but because he didn't know how to be flexible, he didn't ask about the camp and was involved in the revolution, and he was impeached and stripped the opportunity to go to the battlefield again, and sent this Jiangnan Yanyu Building, which was incompatible with him, and there were noisy literati on his side talking about romance, but he was a person who patted all over the railing, sat on the roof of the building, and watched the spring rain, from morning to night, from night to dawn.

It's dawn, I'm drenched with broken armor, my hair is soaked, my halberd is soaked...

King Shenwu's lips suddenly opened slightly, and he spat out a sentence that no one could hear: "Xiaolou listened to the spring rain all night." ”

He raised his head.

However, his enemies did not relax, and the heroes of the rivers and lakes who killed were attacking the Shenwu King who seemed to be out of his mind.

King Shenwu remained still, as if he was dumbfounded.

But between heaven and earth, every trace of rain suddenly turned into a breath.

Thin as a knife, as fierce as a halberd.

Whoa...

Ten thousand rains, ten thousand gases, and ten thousand thin blades like knives landed on this land, and in an instant, it was completely quiet.

Thousands of people will not stop this drizzle like silk.

Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight.

actually made the spring rain turn into a blade, and in an instant, the dust of this red dust battlefield settled.

Whether they were alive or dead, the heroes all prostrated on the ground, watching the blood-stained black boots quietly step into the distance.