Some people say: Damn, it's another waste firewood flow.

I want to say: Damn, what else does the hero of the novel have besides the three choices of genius, waste wood, and mortal? Who will teach me?

Damn, you still haven't voted!

"Kill the Red Man!"

"Dry turn over the red beast!"

The two waves, one red and one flower, rushed and collided with each other from both ends, staggering each other with a bang.

The overwhelming foul mouth was accompanied by the shouting and killing roar, and it could not cover the screams and wails that rushed to the sky. All the callsigns converge into a stream, floating in the air, like a wonderful mixture of blood and ghosts.

Some people rolled down with snot and tears, lying on the ground vomiting blood and waiting to die. Someone frantically hugged his severed arm, his eyes glazed and stumbling and crying until he was hacked to death.

Some people are bleeding from their chests and backs, and they are mad, like wild beasts that kill people when they see them, regardless of whether they are friendly or enemies. Some people lay on the ground trembling in fear, some threw down their weapons and cried and surrendered, and some people met the battle quietly.

This is the battlefield, and there is never a shortage of strange beings.

War is a refinement of the will, which either collapses or sharpens the will to become stronger. Someone can stand out and fight bravely consistently. There are also people who find subconscious weakness in the shadow of death. Some fight for honor, others fight for survival.

In the eyes of Guan Longhu and the other soul cultivators, Zuo Wuzhou was not only brave, but also terrifyingly calm! They glanced at each other, and they both saw the shock in each other's eyes!

What were they doing at Zuo Wuzhou's age? At that time, they may have had the courage to kill, but they could never be as indifferent as Zuo Wuzhou.

An interception battle was over, and all the surviving soul cultivators quickly cultivated on the spot in order to recover their soul power in the shortest possible time.

Zuo Wuzhou calmly wiped the blood stains on the steel knife, and his mood was unprecedentedly calm, as if he was at the bottom of the sea without wind and waves. Every movement of his is as steady as carving.

He wasn't afraid to kill, but he didn't like to kill either. The reason why killing people brought him peace was because he sensed that he was avenging the innocent deaths of those who had been implicated by him, and it calmed his mind.

Those who make murder their purpose are miserable. Those who dare not kill are short-lived.

Knowing why you kill, when to kill and when not to kill is a perfect way to control yourself. Although Zuo Wuzhou is very young, he can see more thoroughly than many eighty-year-old people.

"Sure enough, human life is the cheapest and at the same time, the most priceless. But if you only know one of them, you are biased. ”

Zuo Wuzhou wiped the blood stains and thought calmly: "You must be able to recognize both points before your soul can be clean!"

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Half of the Red Tan Army at the East Gate rescued the North Gate, and fought with the Bazhong Soul Monk halfway. After the only eight-rank officer was assassinated by Zuo Wuzhou's strange assassination, and after the tragic death of several other seven-rank officers, the originally small reinforcements were leaderless and defeated.

After the north gate, it was too late to recover the east gate, and reinforcements from the west and south gates also arrived one after another.

With the losses of these soul cultivators in two consecutive battles, it was actually difficult to meet the reinforcements of the two sects. However, the battle between the local soul cultivators and the reinforcements from the East Gate attracted the close attention of countless locals.

When the locals learned that the North Gate had been recovered, the news spread to every part of the city at once.

With this group of soul cultivators as the fuse, more and more resistance in the city was ignited. It's like a banner that has been raised, with a dazzling record and a whimsical idea of seizing the city, it has won more local soul cultivators to defect.

After three successive battles, only a team of more than 100 people remained, and on the way to meet the other two reinforcements, people came one after another to meet under this banner!

The third prince wanted to force Zuo Wuzhou, an eighteen-year-old Wupin with great potential, to kill him, but it was originally right. Unfortunately, the third prince made a mistake and angered the natives who had acquiesced to being ruled.

When the banner of the counteroffensive with Zuo Wuzhou as the spiritual leader was raised, more and more Xilin people rushed from every part of the city. First one or two, then ten eight, then a hundred, a thousand.

When all the people of a city wake up, there will be a terrifying explosion of power and momentum.

Zuo Wuzhou saw this awakening power, and he thought: "Even if it is a Soul Martial Venerable, under such a power, there is probably only a life to retreat." ”

"Because even if you can subdue these people by force, you can't subdue the will and thoughts of these people. Will and thought are really the most terrifying things!" Zuo Wuzhou watched in silence as more and more people joined the team, and he felt his blood boiling, and he felt a trace of power that made him tremble.

The whole city is full of banners of resistance, and they are all indomitable will.

Zuo Wuzhou learned many indescribable things from the practices of the Bazhong people. The feeling was brewing in his chest, but he couldn't describe it, because he couldn't find the right words to describe that special power.

The whole body is hot, as if something is burning in the body, and a blazing flame is burning in the heart, shining so brightly and so hot.

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"Counterattack and take the city, drive out the red people!"

"No, it's to capture the city, it's to kill the Red Talker!"

If you can look down from the sky, you can find that the entire Bazhong City looks like a living spirit animal. On every road in the city, there are countless locals running excitedly, running in the same direction.

Thousands of locals from every corner of the city converge into a huge torrent. Circulating on every road in the city, it was like the blood vessels and meridians of the huge spirit beast of Bazhong City finally regained their vitality.

"Counterattack and take the city. This slogan sounded in every corner of the city, like a unique code word, even two strangers, in such a slogan, will quickly become the most reliable companion and comrade-in-arms.

The deafening roar brought a shocking force like a landslide and a crack, making every red man in the city tremble at the cry. They never imagined that the city, which had been docile for thousands of years, was actually a monster that had been sleeping for many years, suddenly waking up in one night and destroying everything.

It's a torrent that no one can stop. Because of the will!

A group of Xilin people were dumbfounded: "What the hell is going on here!"

"Are the locals in Pakistan crazy, or whatever? If they really had such resistance, why didn't they do it in wartime, but did it now. ”

This group of Xilin people was in pain: "It's over, it's a big trouble." They are all talking about a truce with Hongchen, and this one in Pakistan and China has added too many variables to the negotiations. ”

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"The east gate has fallen, and the west gate has fallen, and now only the south gate remains. ”

The three princes and the only nine-rank master in the city listened to the report of the emperor's subordinates in a daze. The third prince was supposed to fight in the main army, but in order to kill Zuo Wuzhou, he stayed.

The third prince gritted his teeth: "This group of untouchables still dares to resist, I ask my father to order them to be killed!"

The Nine Rank Master said lightly: "Your Highness, let's go." If you don't leave, it's too late. ”

The third prince said angrily: "Is it really irreparable?"

Mu Ran, a master of the nine grades: "Unless there is a great venerable to deter, it will ......"

In such a chaotic situation, Jiupin can't do anything else except protect itself. If it is surrounded, I am afraid that it will not be able to protect itself.

The situation is changing rapidly, and in just one hour, the world of Bazhong City has been turned upside down.

The third prince was furious, like a beast about to become ferocious, and he was furious: "Let's go, let's go!"

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Zuo Wuzhou held the red steel knife heavily, his eyes were full of light, and he bowed his head to Guan Longhu and the others. He crawled across the corner of the street covered in blood, panting and running to the luxurious mansion, screaming out of shape: "Quick, quick, quickly tell His Royal Highness the Third Prince to evacuate here, they ...... They're coming!"

Stumbling into the mansion, these guards had already changed their colors in shock, and quickly accompanied Zuo Wuzhou to rush inside!

Halfway through, the guard's face changed: "The third prince is here!"

Zuo Wuzhou looked forward and saw the third prince and a beautiful woman hurrying over together. He threw himself forward and cried: "Third prince, go quickly, otherwise it will be too late!"

As if to show how brave the battle was, he opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood, spraying the sky with a blood mist!

Taking advantage of this moment of lying down, the blood mist was filled, and it rolled forward. While restoring his original appearance, the steel knife slashed towards the three princes from the bottom to the top.

"Ahh

"Not good!" Zuo Wuzhou's expression changed slightly, and his knife momentum froze: "I almost killed the wrong person!"

"No, she's faster than me!"

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