"Who is it?"

Both of their faces changed drastically, although they were facing away from the direction of the gate at this time, but under the flickering candlelight, a third shadow suddenly appeared on the ground, it was a completely unfamiliar shadow, which came with the cold wind. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The yellow-faced young man didn't say anything, Zhao Lidi was a master of the ninth layer of the Yuan Body, and he was silently approached, how could he not be said to be shocked?

But at this time, although they knew that there was someone behind them, neither of them dared to look back.

The yellow-faced young man didn't dare to look back, because right around his neck, at this time there was a sharp sword, dripping with blood on it, obviously he had just killed someone.

Zhao Lidi didn't dare to look back, because he was on the shadow on the ground, and he also saw that the bloody sword was hanging on his nephew's neck, and he didn't dare to move it at all.

"This sword is called Broken Waves, and I have killed twenty-seven people with this sword just now, plus a vicious dog that gnawed human bones. ”

The voice behind him, indescribably cold, was obviously suppressing anger.

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

Zhao Lidi's face couldn't help but change greatly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Who are you? Why do you want to kill the Heavenly Dao Gate?"

"Why?"

The voice behind him sneered and said disdainfully: "The mother and daughter tied to your bed, while you insulted them, did you ever ask why this is so?"

Speaking of this, the voice was murderous, and said sharply: "On Lao Tzu's territory, you Heavenly Daomen are doing whatever you want, in the name of doing the way for heaven, but you are doing evil deeds, I think you are looking for death." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to be using force in his hands, and the yellow-faced young man immediately snorted, as if he had been cut by a sharp blade.

"Stop!"

Zhao Lidi's face was ugly, and he immediately said: "No matter who you are, don't touch him, otherwise you will regret it." ”

"It's a joke, Lao Tzu killed thirty people in a row today, including your four apprentices, what else can't move?"

The voice behind him seemed to hear something ridiculous, and said with a wild laugh: "Master Zhao, Lao Tzu just killed him, how are you doing?"

"Bastard, you dare?"

Before Zhao Lidi could speak, the yellow-faced young man's expression had changed greatly, and he said inwardly: "Boy, my father is Zhao Wangtian, but he is the city lord of Sihai City, if you kill me, you will definitely not survive." ”

Speaking of this, his tone became arrogant, and he said proudly: "If you put down your sword now, and kneel on the ground and beg me, I will definitely not blame the past, and when the time comes, I may invite you to Sihai City, and add an official to the lord to send you glory and wealth......"

But before he finished speaking, the voice behind him was furious, and said sharply: "It's all nonsense, what is Zhao Wangtian, sooner or later Lao Tzu will want his life." ”

As he spoke, the sword suddenly raised, and the yellow-faced young man let out a muffled snort, but he was hit the temple by the hilt of the sword, and he didn't make any sound, and he didn't know if he was dead or alive?

"Look for death!"

Zhao Lidi's face was full of iron, although there was only a pair of bare hands, but it was as fierce as a violent wind, as dense as raindrops, blocking any space that could be dodged.

Storm Fist, this is Zhao Lidi's best boxing technique, and in the Yuan Body Nine Layer Quenching Realm, what he cultivates is also the wind and rain quenching dirty decision, it can be said that from the beginning he has performed a killing move, and all the killing machines in his heart are erupting here like a volcano.

That yellow-faced young man is not only his nephew, but also the only son of the Lord of the Four Seas, it can be said that the future of the city, if something happens to him in Wuyunling today, he will not have the face to return to the Four Seas City, and there is no way to explain to the eldest brother, even if he crushes the murderer to ashes, he can't reduce the hatred in his heart.

Originally, he thought that with his cultivation at the ninth layer of the Yuan Body, when he performed the strongest killing move, even the masters of the tenth layer of the Yuan Body would have to temporarily avoid his edge.

However, the man behind him did not dodge or dodge, only let out a tiger roar, and then pounced forward like a mad tiger, the sword in his hand seemed to disappear, and his two hands turned into several tiger claws, like butterflies piercing flowers.

In an instant, there was a sneering sound in the air, and in the flickering candle flames, countless claw shadows seemed to be reflected on the surrounding walls.

Zhao Lidi was full of disdain, and he could naturally recognize it with his eyesight, the claw shadows around him seemed to be terrifying, but they were just the mad tiger tearing snake style in the Fuhu Bone Refining Duel.

It's just the claw method of forging the bone realm, so he wants to compete with the fist method of the quenching realm, but why is the difference thousands of miles?

But soon, he found out that he was wrong, and at the same time, he was horrified, he didn't expect that someone would be so powerful?

'Bang bang bang!'

In the sound of fists and claws, Zhao Lidi retreated a few steps back again and again, but every time he took a step back, the rocks under his feet cracked, and he was stepped on half an inch deep.

After retreating seven or eight steps in a row, Zhao Lidi couldn't help but let out a 'wow', blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and a strong force rushed into his body, knocking him straight out of the way, and falling on the wall behind him, with a loud 'click', the stone wall collapsed like a crack.

'Smack!'

The words hanging on the wall fell suddenly, and the hood was covered on Zhao Lidi's face, making him suddenly blind, but he could still see the words on the painting clearly, and the only word 'death' on it.

"Death to Lao Tzu!"

A figure volleyed forward, and a golden fist broke through the air, and the punch was domineering and contained irresistible power, as fast as a meteor.

Huanglong seeks the hole, the most powerful punch of the dragon and the muscle, this punch directly takes the opponent's vital point, it can be said to be a punch that smashes the Yellow Dragon and wants to put people to death.

"Boom!"

is also good at what he has left, although he has not regretted nine deaths!

The punch that smashed directly into the Yellow Dragon also happened to hit the word 'death', and it went straight through, and Zhao Lidi didn't even have time to scream, and his head exploded like a watermelon.

'Plop!'

Zhao Lidi was so soft that he fell to the ground, and the words 'death' that stained red and white brains covered his completely collapsed face, just like the portrayal of the last moment of his life.

The evil dog will die under the stick, and all that he does, all that he does will be retributed.

"I also have the good heart of my heart, although I have not regretted it after nine deaths!"

The figure standing in front of the corpse, dragged to the ground by the flickering candle flame, stared at the blood-stained handwriting on the ground, and did not speak for a while, as if he was immersed in thought.

"Meng Sima, what is good?"

For a long time, his leisurely sigh broke the dead silence.

"What is good?"

Suddenly, a long figure, I don't know when, appeared beside him, and said softly: "In the heart of the young city lord, don't you already have an answer?"

Oh, yes!

The figure in front of him smiled bitterly and shook his head, Zhao Lidi is a person from Sihai City, he is doing evil on the territory of Wuji City, the two sides stand on different positions, evil is good to him, but what if he wants from his heart?

Goodness, when it is like the beginning of a person, is like a blank sheet of paper, unable to tell right and wrong, maybe it is in a thought, maybe there is no selfish desire in the heart, it is good, but as long as it is a person, who will not have selfish desires?

I can't help but ask myself, he killed all the way up the mountain, among the people who died under the sword, was there no one who was unjustly killed?

Perhaps, in his eyes, sometimes experience is even more important than human life, so what Zhao Lidi said from his heart, why not himself?