(For Yang Zhixiu, Wang Shanqing, Zhang Haiyang)

Originally, there was a scene of scuffle, but because I made a sudden move, I took down Qiu Baili, the young master of the Qiu family and Qiu Qianqiu's son, and it was calm, and the rhythm was interrupted.

Many people think that we will use this guy as a blackmail to fulfill our intentions.

Whether it is used to identify the enemy family or for other purposes, with Qiu Baili's cowardice in hand, many things can be accomplished.

However, to everyone's surprise, we had no intention of doing it at all.

Why identify the enemy?

Could it be that if it is proved to the official that the enemy is involved in this matter, these people will be punished as they deserve?

Will the intertwined relationship between the enemy family for more than half a century sit back and watch the enemy family slide into the abyss? Can these murderers be punished as they deserve?

The most critical point is that the old man will leave today, if you don't kill them quickly, will it be too late later?

No.

So the rhythm couldn't be stopped, Ma Yiao cut off Qiu Baili's head without hesitation, and seeing that his young master actually hung up so sadly, all the enemies, masters, and generals around him were annoyed, and they also felt Ma Yiao's desire to kill them all, and surrounded him again.

This time the attack was more fierce and ferocious than before.

After all, they had some fear in their hearts before, and they felt that the exposure of this matter would have a great impact on the enemy, so when they moved, they restrained their hands.

And now, they have been driven to the edge of the cliff, either kill us so that there is no way for the matter to leak out, or they will have to give up their current comfortable life and die in the world.

What's more, their young master died, and Qiu Qianqiu was investigated for this matter, and they were all on the scene.

The protection is not effective, this matter is not so easy to shirk for Qiu Qianqiu, who has a son from the old age.

The only way is to take down the murderer, and let us withstand Qiu Qianqiu's anger.

Otherwise, they will be the ones who bear the weight.

So in an instant, almost more than 30 people revealed their true colors, and countless bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods emerged, some still retained most of the characteristics of human beings, only some changes were made in some places, and some directly incarnated into beasts and became real monsters.

The entire hall was tumbling for a while, roaring like the wind, and it was a mess.

After these people revealed their true colors, their strength increased sharply, but the formation became much more chaotic, and they did not have the rigorous formation without any flaws before.

Anger fills our hearts and infects each other.

For Nightkin in many cases, anger is a very powerful catalyst, which can burn the demonic power in our bloodlines and turn it into a more powerful force.

In the face of this surging crowd, I laughed instead.

It's getting more and more like.

It's just that these people are not heavenly soldiers.

They were all sacrifices.

Walk slowly, old man, stop from time to time, look back, and look at these people who have plotted against you, they will soon be sacrificed by us, and they will come slowly.

I was fighting, the golden hoop stick in my hand was waved, and countless stick shadows covered the surroundings, forming the most perfect defensive formation, and compared to me, Ma Yiao, as a mourning soldier, was more unrestrained.

At this moment, he completely gave up the sanity that he was most proud of in his daily life.

His whole person is like a sharp sword, and everywhere he passes, there is a bloody storm.

He had already turned into a "killing god", and just as I was thinking about how to deal with Qiu Baili, he had already slashed him like an ant, and then, he rolled over and fought with the black-haired iron werewolf.

A few rounds later, he struck from an unexpected angle and stabbed the sword into his opponent's chest.

I was fighting with a group of strong enemies, but I could see through the gap that the guy was pierced by a long sword, and his hands were originally raised high, trying to smash Ma Yiao's head, but finally he fell weakly.

This guy originally wanted to rely on his hard as iron body, as well as extremely terrifying high explosiveness and high agility to fight with Ma Yiao, but in the end he failed.

The Tai'a Sword in Ma Yiao's hand, at this moment, actually lifted another layer of prohibition.

It is more and more like the terrifying divine weapon that roamed the battlefield two thousand years ago, eventually bleeding and drifting away.

Taia Sword!

That's right, this is Tai'a Sword.

The sharpest blade.

The sharpest of people.

With the defeat of the first eight daring generals, as if blowing the horn of the slaughter of me and Ma Yiao, I know the horror of the enemy, every master in front of me, put on the rivers and lakes, is a feared character, but they all gather here, and then besiege us.

They thought they could kill us here with wheel warfare and melee, but they were horrified to see that these two menacing guys not only did not flinch, but became more and more aggressive.

And there are fewer and fewer people around them.

I was in the middle of the crowd, and the golden hoop in my hand danced and was handy, and the other party was too powerful, so I wandered away, trying not to be entangled in it, and if I was a little weaker, I would just kill the person and kill the person as much as possible.

And even if I can't get it killed, I'll try to smash it into a serious injury so that he can't participate in the rest of the battle.

After more than ten minutes of scuffle, dozens of people had fallen around me, covered in blood, some of them my own and some of them were splashed up by others.

Of course, in addition to blood, there are other serous fluids, including cerebral plasma or something.

And the huge main building of the Xianling Hall was also turned into ruins in the terrifying struggle.

I'm dressed in clothes, and I'm full of mutilations.

Although the equipment that the Rokko God will conjure up can bear most of the damage, there is still a limit after all.

As the battle continued, the small soldiers began to dwindle.

Some of these nocturnal walkers or cultivators who are not very advanced in cultivation have become the souls of my clubs, some have been cut off by Ma Yiao, and many more are frightened and dare not participate in such a fight anymore, so they turn around and leave.

Oh my god, these two crazy people, it's terrible.

For these people, Ma Yiao and I have given enough respect, after all, when we came over, we had already said - only evil.

If you come in the way, if you come to kill me, I will have to fight back, but if you run farther, we will not have time to care.

People who know each other, people who are eye-catching, always live longer.

After a fight, the waves swept the sand, and there were about twenty people left around our enemy masters.

Most of these people are nocturnal walkers, and they all show their true colors.

The same is true for Shang Dahai, his true appearance is a black and fierce wild boar.

This pig demon is not as cute as Zhu Bajie's white and chubby, this tiger has a bear waist on his back, a foot long, covered with black hair like spikes, a long pole copper hammer in his hand, staring at copper bells, fierce eyes, and gray-white barbed fangs and sharp pig mouths, which are definitely a nightmare at a glance.

However, even though he was as heavy as a tank, the lightness he showed and the trajectory of the hammer in his hand still reflected the strength of this person.

No wonder he can become Qiu Qianqiu's most effective cadre.

Such a character, if it was used to charge the battle in the ancient battlefield, would definitely be the existence of a thousand enemies.

One can imagine how terrible it would be for such a fierce general to appear at the front of the battle formation.

And I have fought with him several times with the golden hoop stick, and now the power contained in the opponent's huge body is not much worse than my normal state, and if I hadn't absorbed the blessing of the revenant soul in the Japanese ghost knife before, I would definitely not be able to withstand this person's brute strength.

This is just Shang Dahai alone, and the enemy camp masters who are as powerful as him, in addition to the iron wolf that was slaughtered by Ma Yiao, there are six people.

And Shang Dahai is not the strongest enemy camp commander in the field, in fact, the elusive Mr. Shadow, and the two old men known as the Qiu family, are even stronger than Shang Dahai.

How powerful the enemy is, I feel it most deeply in the middle of it.

No wonder Li Hongjun would rather turn against us and must prevent us from taking revenge.

Because he's afraid we're going to die here.

However......

All the turning points in the world lie in these two words - yet!

The enemy is strong, so strong that it makes people worry about their lungs, and they are so strong that if you think about it seriously, you will lose courage and confidence, but Ma Yiao and I came this time, but we didn't think too much about it at all with the mentality of beating the master to death.

The will to fall into battle, there is death but no life.

The so-called reliance is only on each other.

True brothers, big horse monkeys!

No matter how strong the enemy is, no matter how critical the situation is, it will not stop me and Ma Yiao's determination to harvest the heads.

Again and again, life and death were wrong, Ma Yiao and I joined forces with each other, knocked down one demon after another, and then cut off the head, countless magic weapons flew up, emitting colorful lights, and glowing out strange fields, but in the end, they couldn't match the sharpness of the golden hoop stick and Tai'a sword.

Indomitable.

More than two dozen people gradually withered, and in the end, only twelve remained.

At this time, I had already stabbed the golden rod into Shang Dahai's chest, and then lifted him high.

How to make Jiangmen roast suckling pig, I just do it.

The aroma of meat is overflowing.

And the price I paid was the golden armor of the whole body, which collapsed at this time, if it wasn't for Ma Yiao's desperate blocking, I am afraid that I would have been pierced through the whole body by three sharp weapons.

However, even so, I took a little space and took a serious look at the middle-aged man on the stick.

Once upon a time, he showed up at his son's funeral and cried like a normal person.

What a man with good acting skills, if the scene at that time could be filmed by the fifth generation of directors and selected for the Oscar, could he be rated an Oscar for Best Actor at that time?

At that time, he should have known that Shang Liang was not dead.

Merely......

This is the end of your artistic life, right?

Bang!

After I met Shang Dahai's last look in my life, I slammed the stick down, and the huge boar turned into meat puree.

The reason why I didn't continue to sigh was because the Lord was coming.

A strong black shadow slowly walked over from the depths of the enemy's compound.

I don't need to be introduced, I know everything.

Person.

It's Qiu Qianqiu.

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