Chapter 479: Burning Life

Half of the people around were cronies of Viscount Banahru, and half were gendarmes on the aircraft carrier "Fruit". The gendarmes have the obligation to bring Chu Ming to justice, and if he is brought to justice, he must be in accordance with the law, so they are very hesitant.

Viscount Banahru's cronies were also hesitant, and they were also worried about getting into trouble. If this is done, and then it is rumored to be rumored, they will surely be spurned by everyone. Even if you are an out-and-out villain, you don't want to stand in opposition to everyone, at least do a good job of superficiality.

Viscount Banahru was unaware of these problems, and once again he thought that his authority was being challenged, so he raised his voice: "Hmm! What's wrong?! Has no one heard what I say? Hum! Your courage is getting bigger and bigger, do you still have me as a viscount in your heart? Is someone trying to replace me? Yes or no!! ”

"Hey—" In the silence of all, only the sigh of Cricalis was heard. Crickalis walked to the back of the crowd, once again ordinary like an ordinary person.

The silence lasted for half a minute, and Viscount Banahru did not like to wait. There are only two ways to put these people in front of them - escape or obedience. Those who are familiar with Viscount Banaharo are well aware that the first path is a dead end. Therefore, the only way to choose is to follow this path. Even the gendarmes, they likewise had no choice, and Viscount Banahru's background was enough for them to ignore the law. So, no one objected anymore. This mechanic is going to die, and he's going to die a terrible death.

There is no lawyer, no jury, the plaintiff is the judge. So, there is no need to even fabricate a trumped-up crime; So, there is only a question of implementation; So, there is only the question of the aftermath. Those troubles are very troublesome, and the aftermath is difficult to do. Plus, there's a little bit of current trouble.

"If I die, the first one who comes up dies. Bet on how many more I can pull back. I've always had bad luck, and I don't know which unlucky guy will accompany me on my way. ”

There is no heart-rending pleading, and there is no bravado in the middle. Chu Ming stood there calmly, indifferently looking at the people in front of him who were trying to kill him. Chu Ming didn't expect things to turn out like this today, but since this was the case, he was not afraid of any consequences. These people in front of him were staring at him, as if they were terrifying, but on countless battlefields, thousands of enemies on the opposite side wanted to kill him. Chu Ming has long been accustomed to facing this kind of scene calmly.

Once, "living" was the constant goal of Chu Ming's life, but Chu Ming's "living" was not the kind of "living" that lived secretly, if he lost his dignity, Chu Ming couldn't even be sure if he was alive, he was not a real "person", so he cherished the "human" side more, such as - people xìng; For example - personality. If he can't live like a "person", he would rather die like a "person". Of course, no one would think that he could die peacefully, Chu Ming is not a person with a good temper and no principles, he is an excellent agent of the Grim Reaper, and he spares no effort to promote death.

"If not, then I'll have to choose for myself."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Chu Ming smiled, and there was a hint of comical apology in his expression. The terrifying corpse on the ground and the burning life force on him discouraged the people here. People with a little common sense know that don't mess with a blue substitute, if a blue substitute is determined to burn all the stones, they can exchange their lives for strength, the more fierce the burning, the stronger the strength, and the shorter the duration. Of course, there is no difference between consequences and suicide.

"Up! Above! Above! Subduing him!! ”

Viscount Banaharu had already retreated to the back of the crowd, and he also had common sense, but he was not too worried about his safety, so many people, even if a few died in Chu Ming's hands, it would be worth it to achieve his purpose of venting his anger.

"Well, that's you, Viscount. I'm going to try the impossible after all. ”

Chu Ming looked in the direction of Viscount Banahlu, he wanted to test how close he was to his original goal, so his route was determined.

The burning life force is also blue, the only difference is the bright blue in the blue light, which is a sign of the extreme burning of the life force. This sign was most obvious in Chu Ming's fist, which was also his favorite weapon, he was actually a physical magician, and was mistaken for a pure physical magician by many people.

Bang Bang Bang –

Chu Ming chose a straight line, there would be no obstacles in front of him, and there were many. Viscount Banaharu's entourage did not dare to retreat, and it was a dead end, so they desperately blocked Chu Ming, and for a while, the wide conference room was full of fists and feet, and the sound of killing was everywhere.

"Hey—"

Krikalis, who was in the corner, sighed again, and he didn't make a move, because he knew that it was impossible for Chu Ming to succeed, and Viscount Banaharu's life would not be threatened. But Krikalis is very sorry for the young man in front of him, this young man has a lot of temperament that a warrior does not have--relaxed, self-disciplined and rigorous. When encountering things, he is decisive and accurate. Especially the spirit of perseverance, the spirit of never giving in and compromising. If a martial artist has these temperaments, then he has the potential to become a real master. Masters of a certain realm are not piled up with money, nor are they trained, and only masters will understand this truth.

A blue substitute who is determined to fight to the death, no one dares to write it himself. Moreover, this is a blue substitute who is incredibly smart. Chu Ming, like his former mentor Waltz, pursues the maximization of benefits even in death. Chu Ming knew that he couldn't kill Viscount Banaharu, and he couldn't kill anyone here, so he had to make a gesture of killing enough. His gesture hardly made anyone doubt it, because he was already a man who was determined to commit suicide, and no one believed that a man who was determined to commit suicide and who was determined to deny his life still had reason. Therefore, all everyone has to do is to stop him, wait for him to burn his life force and then kill him, and in the process to avoid being dragged into the water by this madman, Lan Tishi's ultimate killing move is a simple and rough self-explosion, this kind of killing move is practical and unsightly, although Zhi Lu Dao will not necessarily die, but no one wants to try to feel the same end, that thing is not làng at all.

The fight continued, and Chu Ming's exuberant fighting hope made most people feel at ease. As long as it doesn't blow itself up, it's easy to say. Therefore, Chu Ming's opponent tried to keep Chu Ming like this, and even guided Chu Ming to fight according to the fighting style he liked.

But a certain kind of person can't be accommodated, such as a divorced cook, such as a master of dead reason.

If there is a fight, someone will be injured, so many people are injured, and if they are injured, they can retire justifiably, probably many people want to be injured, after all, there is still the possibility of self-explosion. Someone was lucky enough to get hurt, and they retreated, which was inconspicuous. What everyone noticed was those who rushed up again, and the battle was still the most eye-catching.

"Wait—"

In the corner, Krikalis called a wounded gendarme. In the elite of the 507 Guards, blue divisions abound, and this gendarme is also a "light blue".

"What's the matter?"

The gendarme froze, he only had a broken arm, so he didn't mind answering one more question.

"I'll look at your injuries."

As he spoke, Crickalis grabbed the gendarme's arm. His action was a bit rude, and the gendarme instinctively wanted to break free, but he suddenly found that he couldn't move at all, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

Krikalis, not even aware of the shock, gripped the gendarme's hand tightly and frowned widen.

"Please, please, please, can you let me go?"

The gendarme stammered, he knew that he had met a master, a master who really surpassed him at many levels.

"Oh-"

Crickalis let go of the other man's hand, but the gendarme, fearing his strength, did not dare to leave. After a while, the self-thinking Crickalis found the other party again. So, it seems to be said very casually

"Let's take a good look and find a fifth-order seal maker to take a look."

"Sealmaker?! Oh"

The gendarme repeated his words, but he did not take Kricalis's words to heart. The master is unreasonable, and the gendarme just wants to find a life-sustaining device to connect his arm.

"Remember!"

Crickalis gave a rare reminder, but when he saw the other party's inexplicable expression, he felt that he was thinking too simply. A fifth-order sealmaker is not a stall, and a first-order sealmaker is not allowed, if it is not a fifth-order second-order sealmaker in the distraction period, it will also leave a legacy.

Watching the gendarmes leave, Krikalis turned his gaze again to the crowd, where there was a lively fight, and a dying man was being besieged by many. Judging by the situation, the results speak for themselves. Crickalis really felt that it was a pity, he was a little tempted, he wanted to save this person. But, thinking of his own troubles, Crickalis sighed and gave up. Becoming a master requires not only talent and hard work, but also luck. This is the universal law of the world, and no one can control it. This future master was unlucky, and his realm ended here.

Viscount Banaharu had completely regained his former bearing, and he shouted loudly at a table in the corner of the conference room, like a strategic commander, and he felt that it was really interesting that things had developed so far. However, he was not satisfied with the fact that there were a little few chess pieces on the chessboard, and he felt that those wounded were passive and slacking off, and they went to treat even a little wound, and they did not come back for a long time, which made the scene not gorgeous enough.

"Gorgeous—" Viscount Banahru muttered, scratching his multi-layered féi jaw and changing his mind again.

"Someone! Come! Viscount Banahru shouted loudly, and one of his attendants ran over and looked up at him.

Viscount Banahru waved his hand: "Go!" Bring my uncle's Sky Guard over. Right away! ”

"Sky Guard?!"