The sound of broken porcelain woke up the distracted Feng Lieshan, and he quickly pulled the short gun back, ignoring that Liang Yunguang's body was torn apart and broken by his savage movements, but the moment he withdrew the short gun back to the cuff, he felt a numbness in his left leg, and then his body and soul were buried in severe pain. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He fell straight down, like a fallen tree.

Liang Yunguang fell down with him, and the two even landed together, but one was dying and the other was already dead.

The only person still standing was Du Chuanchang, who was still stretching out his palm forward, his right hand was dripping with blood, and even a few pieces of broken porcelain. At that moment just now, he crushed the porcelain bottle, and then mixed the venom with the fragments of the porcelain bottle and beat it out, using a very ordinary secret weapon technique, but he skillfully used Liang Yunguang's corpse as a cover, and did not let Feng Lieshan see his movements, so the elder of the distraction period actually fell under such an ordinary secret weapon technique.

Du Chuanchang still stretched out his hand, stiffly clubbing in place, as if he wanted to hold something in the void. His wheezing and coughing became more and more violent, and there was no joy of returning victorious, only the fear of immortality.

"Ben Xian didn't allow Er to kill!" The majestic voice of the Purple Wind Scattered Man came from high in the sky, waking up Du Chuanchang, he quickly looked up at the wide figure standing tall, cursed something in a low voice, and then took out another white porcelain bottle like a trick, he poured out a small half of the contents of the porcelain bottle, mixed with his Gang Feng and sprinkled it on Feng Lieshan's body, and then dragged the seriously injured body away as if hiding from some prehistoric giant beast.

"The deity can't spare you!" Feng Lieshan shouted a second before the blood-colored pillar of light descended, and the blood foam that spurted out of his mouth splashed a foot high, but it was useless for him to shout, because the pillar of light, which symbolized the loser, finally and inevitably landed on him.

Du Chuanchang sneered twice in a low voice and hid far away. While carrying out Juyuan healing, I watched a quick duel with a huge disparity in strength.

In Du Chuanchang's field of vision, two silver bright blades swirled into a storm of death.

The head of the Demon Spear Gate, Shen Han, fell, and the spear in his hand was forcibly cut into thirty or forty sections. His body was also covered with wounds of varying lengths. Before she had time to show off her "Knife Drawing Technique" as a proud skill, she was cut off by four shining knives, and she fell to the ground like a beetle sprayed with medicine, squirming weakly. The deputy master of the Demon Gate also fell, and he was disemboweled, and he rolled in pain to try to get his intestines back, but in vain. Many, many others fell, in the gust of wind that was also like a sword. Everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone, as long as there is a [person] who appears in front of the young man and blocks his path, he does not hesitate to slash at him, but if anyone resists or dodges and moves, so that he misses the sword, then he must be connected with a set of gorgeous and violent sword techniques.

"Yan Hui!" The shriveled lips squirmed and made such a mouth shape, but no sound came out, and the young man who was called the scourge swung a knife, and the silver knife light cut through the air, and slashed at the man in front of him with a terrifying suction and tearing force like a vacuum. The wind and thunder contained in his palm, and the dark power on the body of the calamity was just restrained by each other, and the two forces collided in the air, making a crashing sound. The energy was full of energy, Gangfeng shattered, and the attacks of both were blocked by the other party's Gangfeng, and neither of them could hurt the other.

The short and fat ugly man's figure swayed and took many steps back in great embarrassment, while the handsome young man simply stopped his body and stopped rushing forward.

The ugly man swayed left and right for a long time before he finally stabilized his figure, and he forcibly endured the blood in his mouth without spurting out. He looked at the tall and handsome young man in front of him with a resentful and somewhat alarmed expression, the ugly eggplant's face was distorted, and a few sinister flames flashed in his eyes. He wanted to threaten him, but when he saw the young man's eyes clearly, all the sarcastic sarcasm and invective that were rolling in his chest vanished in an instant.

It was useless, and no amount of insult could affect the young man in front of him.

The young man known as the scourge has a pair of pitch-black eyes. At this moment, there was not the slightest human look in his eyes, only an absolute static coldness. He seems to have no emotion, not even a soul, his gaze feels like a sniper aiming beam fired by a killer robot, there is no heat, and it can't be said to be cold, just the most pure cruel and ruthless. At this moment, the young man exuded an aura of absolute calm, and his eyes already showed that she would never hear any abuse from anyone, nor could she hear any begging for mercy.

He resembles a sophisticated and efficient killing machine inside and out, but from the outside, he is still a flesh-and-blood man.

The ugly man, Lei Qianqi, our famous chief disciple of the Iron Palm Gang, opened his mouth in front of the calamity, but closed his mouth again without making any sound. Under the threat of death, his wandering eyes finally reluctantly maintained a steady focus for a while, his pupils shrunk, and his eyes became a little fierce. He bowed his toad-like body slightly. With his palms stretched forward, he put on a nondescript stance that resembled wrestling, sumo wrestling, and even sanda. The sevenfold transparent gang wind that entered the body poured out from his dantian, enveloping his whole body with a scorching breath of thunder and fire, and he remained motionless, trying his best to maintain his proud skill "Eternal Thunder Fire Gang Cover".

This is one of his strongest defensive skills. In the face of this protective body shield that contains boundless thunder and fire power, but is as heavy as a mountain rock. The young man finally prudently put down the knife in his hand, stopped his progress, and breathed slightly. After the death of his predecessor, he remained silent, neither speaking nor listening, as if all the words of the world had nothing to do with him anymore. He put down the knife, and the suffocating dark pressure on his body seemed to loosen a little, and the change in his aura made Lei Qianqi feel a lot better all of a sudden, and his courage instantly fattened a little.

"Boy, can you have no grievances, I have no grievances with you......" The ugly eggplant's face twisted into a vague and ugly expression, which was impossible to recognize at all, Lei Qianqi put away his body protection Gangfeng, and at the same time moved his steps to the right, as if he was trying to avoid an "unnecessary" battle.

However, the young man in front of him did not appreciate it, his whole body exuded a dark coercion, and the young man who was already bleeding under his feet made a series of indistinct voices from his throat, no one heard what he said, and no one knew what he wanted to say, and everyone in the blood prison who could still come to pay attention to the situation here only saw the young man's hand wave suddenly.

The small knife in his left hand slashed heavily at Lei Qianchi's body. Lei Qianqi puffed up the anger of the whole province, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet to take the knife full of ghost power with his palms superimposed, and finally didn't let himself be split into two pieces by a knife. The violent wind pressure blew him out and almost knocked Du Chuanchang away.

Everyone was stunned, no one thought that this new scourge who was a younger brother would be stronger than his brother!

"Heaven Kill Ghost Liuyun Knife!" Scourge roared, his voice extremely hoarse, not at all as clear as when his brother was still alive, he finally spoke, and roared with all his might, as if to completely vent the grief and anger in his chest. The two small knives in his hand immediately turned into a hundred and ten bright silver cold knife lights, and they were like nets towards Lei Qianqi's hood.

At this time, Lei Qianqi had just struggled to stand up from three meters away. He hadn't even had time to re-position. The sword light full of murderous intent came in front of him.

"Help!" Lei Qianqi suddenly let out such an unbearable shout. The shout made the monks around him tremble, and the thunder was so jealous that he paused, and Lei Yinchen almost jumped up! Who would have thought that in a duel that was like a zero-sum game, which was completely a life-and-death contest, someone would actually shout such a ridiculous word as "help."

Ran and the next second, just when the calamity came back to his senses and attacked the past with a more violent momentum in annoyance, a bloody light fell from the sky.

"You've won, Twin Blade Boy!" the purple wind scattered the voice, suppressed high on the ground.

Lei Qianqi fell to the ground in a daze, and he didn't stop talking: "Thank you Daxian for your grace! I beg Daxian to accept the kid without hesitation! The kid is willing to be a cow and a horse!" His words thundered a group of people again, and even the hairs stood on end when he heard it.

'How did such a servile person who is greedy for life and afraid of death become a disciple of the Iron Palm Gang?' Du Chuanchang thought with a frown as he pressed his stomach not to let himself vomit. His injuries hadn't gotten better, and he didn't want to vomit for any reason.

He didn't know that it was a more difficult puzzle to solve than the mystery of pyramid building.

The Blood Hell was quiet again. After 30 minutes of bloody fighting, the only people who could still stand in the blood prison at this time were the calamities, Wei Wuliang and Du Chanchang. The three of them looked at me and I looked at you speechlessly, and they didn't even mean to make a move for a while. Scourge and Du Chuanchang felt that Ao Shengli was so close to them at the same time, and the fourth uncle could get it by stretching out his hand. This situation made them more cautious, and neither of them was willing to act rashly. For a warrior, a rash attack is tantamount to giving up the defense, and once the offense fails, it is a waste of giving the hole in the defense to the mortal enemy in front of him.

And Wei Wuliang, after gently patting the last unknown righteous monk to death, let out a long breath as if he was relieved. The coercion on his body was loosened, and the wind of his body protection was only maintained at the lowest level. The moment they saw his expression loosen, both Woe Ji and Du Chuanchang instinctively offered their hands and wanted to pounce, but they both finally gave up because they were afraid of his terrifying cultivation that was as high as the Ten Levels of the Path. Wei Wuliang looked at their exaggerated movements in shock, and couldn't help but sneer. He shook his head, as if he moved his steps very casually, and the tall and old figure, lonely and desperate, appeared beside Silver Dust.

He raised his head one last time, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the two young men. One is the one who hates him, the other is the one he hates, and both of them have eyes on him, and there is a total of greed in their eyebrows, hope and panic that they desperately hide. The faces of the two people showed clear textures under the red, purple, purple light in the blood prison, like polished marble statues, but the scene that was really imaged on Wei Wuliang's retina became more and more blurred.

When the goal he had pursued tirelessly for his life was suddenly given up one day, the only thing he felt was a sense of relief. What Wei Wuliang, a monk of the Taoist way, has always pursued is not glory, not wealth, not money, not power, not beauty, not fine wine, not food, not faith and piety, but just-

Survive.

He left home at the age of eight to cultivate, achieved the realm of entering the body at the age of twenty-two, served as the head of the sect at the age of twenty-two, was destroyed at the age of twenty-five, joined the Demon Pavilion, became desperate at the age of twenty-seven and joined the Demon Wei Pavilion, at the age of thirty-seven he turned into the Qi realm, at the age of forty-seven he was distracted from the realm of the gods, and at the age of fifty-seven he was in the realm of merging the path, and now, he is seventy-one years old, but he is getting farther and farther away from the hope of breaking through the merge path and stepping into the void. His dream was to become a master of Yuanying at the earliest, and then to make his apprentice grandson a master of Yuanying, and then to revenge, and finally seeing that there was no hope of revenge, he was crushed by cruel fate and reality, and committed himself to the demon camp that he once looked down on the most.

He cultivated hard, cultivating hard for decades, and achieving the profound realm of the Ten Levels of Harmony, just to let himself live. In the past 70 years, he has gone through countless battles, destroyed by the evil way, chased and killed by the righteous way, besieged by mountain bandits and bandits, and even caught by the rangers of the Northern Empire as a miner and worked as a coolie when he was the most depressed, the cruel reality shattered his ideals again and again, his dreams, let him wander on the edge of life and death again and again, he has gone through countless battles but always wins less and loses more, he is determined to take revenge but sees the enemy bigger and stronger, he has picked up a small half life from the ghost gate countless times, like a cockroach struggling to survive, until today. His life, bumpy as a demon, 70 years of struggle to survive, has already made his soul bruised, his memory is full of black past that ordinary people dare not approach, has long been completely extinguished in his heart called the light of hope, so that his nerves are completely numb, he can't feel the warmth and coldness of the world, he can't feel the joys and sorrows, let alone what dignity, what justice, what is mercy. He was once born in the righteous path, and on the surface he became a generation of demon path murderers, but in fact, from the bottom of his heart, he has been ruined all his life. (To be continued.) )