"Yes, Senho-sama!" Da Zhuang nodded quickly, waved his hands and said eagerly: "Stand back~ Stand back, give me back off!" ”

Da Zhuang commanded in a rough voice, and the soldier who was carrying the same banner as him tilted his head at the dull-looking young man, and asked in a low voice, "Da Zhuang, what should he do?" Do you want to ......?"

The soldier's palms scratched his neck, his swarthy face couldn't help but wrinkle, he looked at Lord Qianhu who was not moving with his eyes closed, and slowly shook his head and said, "No, let the two brothers help carry this mage away, don't hurt him!" ”

"Fortunately, you are still smart, otherwise, your thousand households would have been seriously injured, and if you did it...... Haha~, retreat! ”

Zhiqiu Yiye sneered, leaving behind an inexplicable word, and his body sank directly into the ground, leaving only a few tufts of dog's tail grass to fall to the ground and sway, and the land arched without a trace in an instant. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The flag-carrying soldier who spoke out just now was sweating profusely, wiped his forehead and spilled a piece of sweat, didn't dare to say anything more, quickly turned around and retreated to the side, bowed his head and was silent.

After a while, a sturdy leg with hemp rope cloth wrapped around his legs appeared in front of him, Da Zhuang patted him on the shoulder, and said seriously: "Shanzi, this world is chaotic, some things can't be done indiscriminately, let alone talked nonsense, in order to live longer!" We are fortunate enough to follow Senho-sama, and we only need to listen to the orders of the send-sama! ”

"Papa~~" patted Shanzi on the shoulder again, and Da Zhuang Fang looked at it from afar and said roughly: "Lord Qianhu, we have retreated far away!" ”

"Haala~" Da Zhuang's voice fell, Zuo Zixiong, who was half-kneeling on the rock, suddenly raised his head, his body trembled, his back shook, his upper clothes instantly cracked into strips of cloth and flew all over the sky, and five stainless steel knives on his back soared into the sky, and a little dirty ash liquid pierced the air like a sharp blade and flew out of his body, and his face was even reddered, his teeth clenched and oozing blood, and the bones of his whole body were twisted and shaken to make a 'boom' cracking sound.

Filthy and expelled, bones continued to crack, Zuo Zixiong began to have lacerations all over his body, blood flowed sideways, green tendons bulged, muscles agitated, and he was finally completely soaked in blood-colored military pants and all shattered, this kind of pain is changed to ordinary people I don't know how many times he will faint, but Zuo Zixiong has always opened his bloodshot pupils with just as fast protrusions, so as not to let himself lose this incomparably difficult opportunity.

This is the realm that martial cultivators dream of, this is the level that no one has been able to break through for hundreds of years in martial arts, and this is also the most difficult and most extravagant step for their ordinary martial artists, because most of the martial artists have died on this hard-to-find opportunity, and more of them have not obtained its 'favor' until they die of old age.

"Ahh Zuo Zixiong looked up to the sky and roared, his body spurted blood like a spring, and most of the blood in his body was lost, but he still struggled to let out a resolute roar that he would never regret: "Don't change blood - not for martial arts, not for blood - forever for the mundane, I Zuo Zixiong practiced martial arts at the age of three, practiced meat at the age of seven, practiced tendons and veins at the age of ten, practiced skin membranes at the age of ten, refined bones at the age of eighteen, and repaired the dirty mansion for five years, and the bone marrow was completed at the age of thirty-four, and there has been no progress in the past fourteen years, I will never let go of this opportunity, never- no!" ”

"Bang~" The sound of roaring without regret in his mouth, Zuo Zixiong's fist clenched together was slammed on the rock, between the dust and rocks, he stood up proudly, and his kneeling left leg clicked and broke, but he still stood straight as usual, his hideous and twisted face was extremely calm, and he instantly grabbed the stainless steel sword that fell from the sky, stared straight ahead at the cavalry enemy, flew forward and jumped directly to cut off a vague and vicious 'head', and roared loudly: "Stain the battlefield with my blood, kill!" ”

"Boom~~" Zuo Zixiong slashed in front of him with a knife, the sand and gravel flew and the air exploded, and he had already lost a piece of flesh and blood on his body, but this made him even more crazy to fight: "Spring and Autumn Sword Technique, a hundred battles on the battlefield!" Kill ~ Kill ~ Kill!! ”

"Boom~Boom~"

The battlefield is dead and alive, Zuo Zixiong faced the 'enemy' who was rushing like a tide, and only took the steel knife in his hand. The enemy's head, ignoring the flesh and blood that the other party cut on the body, roared and roared to kill and fight, and the steel knife in his hand had already been replaced with several steel knives, and most of the steel knife fractures were full of potholes and cracks, and he could hardly see the figure at this time, the white bones were deep and the scalp was connected, and all the hairs were lost, and the whole body was turned into a body connected to flesh and bones, and the last guard was cut off with a flying knife, and he grabbed the long-handled Pu knife and rushed to the burly enemy general who was galloping and wielding a giant axe, and jumped high and slashed: "Horse leather shroud ~ invincible on the battlefield!" Chop!!! ”

"Click~~" There was a shock, Zuo Zixiong raised the knife in his hand, and he couldn't see the flesh and blood, only the legs connected by the muscles and bones seemed to be standing steadily, and the blood-colored eyes were staring ahead, his surroundings were full of knife marks and holes, and the mountain rock wall in front of him was shattered into a black crack hundreds of meters wide.

"Thousand households ~ thousand households!"

Da Zhuang and a few other soldiers called anxiously, but their bodies couldn't move the slightest towards the miserable figure, it was really too terrifying for Zuo Zixiong just now, not to mention the hovering blue light knife outside Zuo Zixiong's body at this time, the knife intent was thin, and the black lines of the Dao Dao appeared from time to time without the slightest sound coming out, but dozens of meters around him had completely turned into a vacuum, and this kind of scene really made his subordinates unable to lift their soft and heavy feet.

After a while, Zuo Zixiong, who had no breath, suddenly turned his body and walked towards the mount that was being led very far, the horse was panicked but also heavy because of his terrifying aura, and it was not until Zuo Zixiong came to its side that he stopped neighing, and his head hung down peacefully and kept rubbing his arm.

Zuo Zixiong, who had recovered his flesh and blood, patted the horsemane of his mount, took out a replacement military uniform from the horseback and put it on his body, and the military belt was tightly tied to the Pu knife and placed it steadily. ”

"Huh~? Oh~! Everyone didn't react for a while, and it wasn't until Zuo Zixiong spoke up again that he rushed over, and Da Zhuang, who had dark skin and bruised cheeks, respectfully whispered: "Lord Qianhu, where are we going now?" ”

"Back to where we came from!" Zuo Zixiong responded in a deep voice, the reins of the horse in his hand swayed, and as the red horse turned around, he said in a deep and low tone: "I want to ask, why the prisoner escorted is a demon!" Drive! ”

Zuo Zixiong rode his horse and turned, and led his soldiers to hurry in the direction he came, and at the same time, in an ancient town, a group of monks and Buddha women slowly walked in, chanting the Buddha horn and chanting in their mouths, playing the Buddha drum lightly, the Sanskrit sound permeated the heart, the Buddha lotus petals were scattered in the air, and a thin figure in the golden chariot of the Buddha they supported instantly opened his eyes, and the hand of the Buddha on his chest was grasped. The originally peaceful aura suddenly became extremely fierce, and a hoarse anger that was heard silently came out of his mouth: "Damage my dragon centipede with one leg and look for death~!" ”

The dragon centipede hissed fiercely, and on another street not far from him, a bearded figure who was originally sitting on the table of the noodle stall and eating the cheapest pasta suddenly stood up, his eyes flickered and stared through the void in an instant, and after a while, his face returned to elegance and lightly put down a copper coin, and slowly stepped on his mouth, but he couldn't help but wonder and muttered to himself: "Demon? Or is it a Buddha? Why is it so weird? ”

Ning Caichen got up and walked towards his hometown again, but he didn't find that the Buddha who had been out of the town at the beginning quietly turned around, the wrinkled and thin face of the dragon dragon returned to peace, his body emitted a faint Buddha light, and he recited in a calm and low voice: "Amitabha, there is still a sin left in this life, and he should take refuge!" Good~good! ”

The dragon dragon covered the space and turned and followed behind Ning Caichen, his face full of peace and Buddha's hands, and he also didn't notice that behind him were also hanging several figures of different races and different worlds but with the same goal.

Originally, the dragon dragon that can absorb the dragon luck of the dynasty and be safe and sound powerful demon cultivation Buddhism, if there is a living soul to calculate, he must be the heavenly spirit self-consciousness to understand the emperor, but unfortunately now in order to turn into a real dragon, he is disgusted with the heavens and the earth, people are resentful of demons, and even the same kind of demon clan is eager to kill him and then quickly.

The two sects of Taoism and Buddhism have joined forces to close the heavens and the earth and the stars for decades, so as not to warn the stars.

And Zhuge Wolong, the great Confucian of Wendao who has almost been dormant for nearly a hundred years, is in the palace of the capital at this time, and from time to time throws out a book of ancient sages to hide in the void, and whispers with deep eyes: "Zhengqi Villa, as long as my human civilization exists for a while, it will always retain its place, and no one can erase its existence!" ”