Great Enlightenment

Overlord Terrace

butcher

These three names weigh a lot of words.

Cangyang Three Murderers, there have been countless people who have imagined what they look like, whether it is classics or picture scrolls, the court's description of them is always vague and not very detailed, but there are more stories and storytellers who are foaming at the mouth.

It's just that Cangyang is remote, barren and vast, and there are very few people who can really meet the three legendary ones.

Hearing is false, seeing is believing, and the wicked who cannot see is not a wicked person.

Time has passed, and the wounds of the past war have been gradually smoothed out in the prosperous era of civil and military affairs, and some people have begun to laugh at the so-called three murderers who are just characters made up by some timid mice in the twilight to cover up their incompetence and cowardice on the battlefield. There are eight dragon generals and generalissimos in the imperial court, and they have to be cool off with any three or four murders.

Indeed, as the victorious side, Sunset is entitled to despise these defeated men.

However, contempt does not mean that the other party can really be allowed to mermaid.

Of course, the soldiers stationed at the border for a long time know what kind of amazing combat effectiveness these bandits from the wasteland have, if the ordinary homeless people are equipped with sophisticated equipment, the killing power can be close to the regular army that has been in the army for ten years, and the cultivators Ming Dao killed the cave world, and the cave world is still countless, as one of the most powerful of the three uniques, the brutality and ferocity can be imagined.

The word butcher alone is enough to keep many people awake at night.

When the nightmare became a reality, the butcher, one of the three murderers, came here with a blood mist that covered the sky, and the young and immature defenders of Shayang Town fell to their knees in fear for several miles.

Ming Zhe's whole body was cold, his armor seemed to have been blistered, all soaked, a large pool of sweat had accumulated on his foothold, Yongye's body was bent, he was holding a pitch-black war halberd, and one end of the gun was pierced into the earth and stone under his feet, which showed how much strength he used to force himself to face the butcher so as not to kneel.

The tragic sight of the two of them is the most dignified gesture among the thousands of people in the city.

To add insult to injury, the butcher was not alone, and behind him was the true power of the Great Enlightenment Realm over the years.

It is an exaggeration to describe it as a group of demons dancing:

Rushing from the north of the wasteland in response to the call of the butcher, the natives of the chiseled tribe with fangs drove the mighty group from the shore of the Xiangshui River, and the black one-horned ones were like moving mountain bags, once they run, the strongest battle formation of the sunset will be torn apart in an instant.

On the bitter mountain, those pig-headed, scolding ointments carried maces, raised battle flags with hanging heads, shouted foul language, and spread anxiety and fear.

In addition, there are many primeval xenomorphs that only exist in the landscape chronicles, tied to the hammer chariot, spitting hot snorts and poisonous mist along the way, and no grass grows in the places they pass.

At the center of the battle array, more than a dozen iron-masked guards wrapped in scarlet robes surrounded the butcher, and behind them there were many visions of heaven and earth, and they were all legends of Shangxian Realm.

It was the Blood Slaves, the executioners who succumbed to the Butcher's obscenity, and it was rumored that they were the Butchers who wanted to replace the Butchers in the past, and when they were defeated by the Butchers, the Butchers would set a price according to their strength, and when they had won enough chips for the Butchers, the Butchers would return the Blood Slaves to their freedom. Such a move may seem benevolent, but to this day, no one has been able to redeem his life.

Ye Wutian knew that what was going to happen next was a desperate battle, he clenched his fists with both hands, his anger sank into the dantian, and the golden handprint on his forehead disintegrated into an air stream that swung along the meridians, and finally converged in his hands.

The butcher and the blood slave were not the demons in the vanguard who could be easily defeated by relying on the wide opening and closing of the coffin splitter, if he didn't come up with the thunder method at the beginning, Ye Wutian was not sure that he would be able to go through a round from the butcher's hands.

The Ye family has practiced martial arts for generations, and both internal and external kung fu are based on the strengths of hundreds of martial arts. Ye Wutian's coffin splitting hand was a young man who passed through an ancient tomb when he traveled, and the bald old man with long eyebrows opened the sarcophagus with his flesh palm to suppress the monsters hiding in it. At that time, Ye Wutian was watching from the sidelines in amazement, waiting for the old man to subdue the demon spirit, and Ye Wutian, who was extremely conceited in the martial arts, went to compete with the old man, not wanting to be an opponent at all.

Later, the old man invited Ye Wutian to sit and talk about martial arts, and during the conversation, he learned that the old man was from a certain sect called "Zen Buddhism" in the East, and this sect called himself a "monk".

Legend has it that Zen Buddhism has the power to obtain the "Arhat" fruit position, and it can cultivate an immortal golden body, and it will not lose to the Shangxian demon who is good at the flesh.

Ye Wutian didn't understand what the old man said at the end, "Bodhisattva's heart, Vajra method", but the move of opening the coffin with one palm was repeatedly improved by him, and finally became a coffin splitter who shocked the world.

At the moment, the golden mangs are restrained, and Ye Wutian's majestic vitality is condensed on his palms, I don't know how the old Zen old man would feel when he saw this scene.

At this time, the thousands of soldiers in the city have no intention of fighting, but the hundreds of millions of people behind the city still have homes, and someone has to come out to fight, and someone has to live to die.

Ye Wutian, whose momentum had climbed to the peak, was scattered, like an immortal.

When you use the strongest means that you can use in your life, does it mean that your life has come to an end?

Magnificent.

Alack.

I only hate my dignified day and twilight martial arts and longchang, the soldiers are not afraid of death, how can they be forced by the enemy's vitality and fall into a pitiful situation of a stupid and crazy demon.

The black clouds overwhelm the city and the city is about to die, so why not be generous.

Ye Wutian's eyes were full of tears, and he said sadly: "Listen to the sunset, some people say that things other than life and death are idle things. Is there a greater matter than life and death? I think there is! The matter of family and country is greater than life and death. ”

The old man's voice was not loud, but it contained an indescribable contagion, and the pressure on the city seemed to have weakened a lot with Ye Wutian's words, and many soldiers suddenly came back to their senses, breaking free from their madness, gasping for breath.

"If they kill us today, they will kill the people of twilight tomorrow. Whether we are slaughtered like pigs and dogs, and the infamy of the descendants is difficult to get rid of, or whether we rise up to kill the enemy and fight for a glimmer of life for the people behind us, it all depends on the choice of the king!"

"I am born without the sky, die on the ground, die as it should, die as it should, fast!

There is no law, of course there is no lawlessness.

As soon as he spoke, the old man was like a sharp arrow splitting the night, rushing straight into the hazy blood in the distance.

Chengtou Mingzhe had long been crying, he stood up straight, took the order flag from the guards, and waved it over and over again.

"Good boys, don't take half a step back, he is a butcher, and we are also tigers and wolves. Array! Array! Array!"

"Array, array, array!"

Everyone put on their armor, bent their bows and arrows, and used their bodies to build the last line of defense in front of Shayang Town.

On the other side of the battlefield, in the face of the menacing Ye Wutian, several blood slaves were also gearing up, if they could take down this old man, they would undoubtedly be a big step closer to their freedom.

"You arrogant old man, dare to do it to the lord. ”

"It's okay, stand down and let me come. ”

Before the blood slaves could make a move, the burly figures around them erected their strong chests, and a pair of scarlet eyes looked at the old man who was close at hand with interest.

There are also hundreds of zhang.

There are also ten zhang.

And a foot.

The butcher remained unmoved.

"Lord!"

"Stand down!" the butcher roared, and Ye Wutian's palm was already pressed against his chest.

So at night, in the wasteland, a rising sun rose.

The dazzling brilliance that is difficult to bear with the naked eye easily overshadows the stars in the sky, and the rolling heat wave mixed with the storm-like vitality forced a strong man to retreat nearly a thousand feet away, and the embarrassed blood slaves were shocked to find that they still underestimated the power shown by this old man who was bent on death, and the earth-shattering palm obtained by decades of penance could not be taken if there was no will to die.

More than a dozen blood slaves looked at the middle of the battlefield that they had long been unable to see, and their expressions were uncertain, each with a ghost. There are very few people who are really worried about the safety of the butcher, but there are many people who hope that the butcher will die because of the big trust.

On the other side of the city wall, the sunset soldiers have rained arrows and cannons one after another, and many vicious beasts and barbarians have fallen one after another, but no one will pay attention to the life and death of these ants, and everyone who has set foot on this battlefield understands that the real winner lies in the dazzling light.

Whether the candle flame that is about to burn out will rise at the end, or whether the heavy sea of blood will swallow everything with unparalleled spirit, everyone is waiting to see.

Although the divine light is in full bloom, there is still a time.

The light released by the burning of his own life by a legendary martial artist of the Shang Xian Realm finally came to an end in a mighty and fierce aura.

In the middle of the battlefield, even though he was tall and looked a little thin, the old man was trembling because of his physical exhaustion, and his hand was still pressed on the butcher's chest.

The hands that carried an unimaginable amount of vitality were overwhelmed, and the flesh peeled off from the wrists to the fingertips, leaving only a pair of charred and dry bones.

The butcher's chest collapsed slightly, and a few wisps of green smoke came out, and the radius with him as the center was firmly enveloped by Ye Wutian's martial arts, and the incomparably pure martial intent was engraved into every grain of sand in this heaven and earth with the vibration of the old man's vitality.

If the war is over, regardless of victory or defeat, this battle will go down in history, and it will also make many practitioners in later generations rush to it and become a holy place for enlightenment.

The butcher was wounded.

However, it is the slightest flesh wound.

And Ye Wutian has run out of oil, and it is difficult to act at all.

The butcher grabbed Ye Wutian's neck with his hand and lifted it up easily, making the two of them look at each other.

"It's kind of interesting, but it's not funny. The butcher grinned, revealing Bai Sensen's teeth, "Ye Wutian, died at my hands, do you have anything to say?"

"If I can be remembered by the butcher, I will not be in vain. It is worthy of being the tiger and wolf general under Huiyao back then, and the atmosphere of the oven of heaven and earth is so big, I have only seen it in my life. ”

"Heaven and earth oven?" the butcher laughed loudly, "what kind of heaven and earth oven is used to slaughter insects and ants like you." The Ye family has practiced martial arts for generations, and after all, it is only to this extent. ”

"You ..... Hugh to insult my house. ”

The butcher didn't answer, he grabbed the old man's hair with one hand, twisted Ye Wutian's neck bone alive, and made the old man unable to close his eyes to look at the city wall behind him that he had given his life to protect.

"Take another look at Shayang, and then it's mine. The butcher took off the big skull and put it across the old man's neck, and with such skill that he pulled and collected it, and an old head was grasped by him.

In the face of the gap in strength, the miracle really still pales.

The butcher held a bronze datsue in his hand, pointed at the people who had fallen into a dead silence at the head of the city, and roared in a voice that was louder than thunder: "Sunset's two-legged sheep, Lao Tzu can't wait to taste you." ”