The Cloud Knife was inserted in its sheath, and it leaned quietly beside its master.

Zhang Chu sat in the ancestral shrine of a golden knife for a long time, holding a roll of knife in one hand and reading it with relish.

His shadow, like a giant, enveloped the entire Golden Sword Gate in it.

The sound of horses' hooves.

Shouting to kill.

Crying.

Around him, one after another!

From the moment he led the Taiping Society and arrived at the Golden Daomen, the ending of the Golden Daomen had come to an end.

More than 1,000 barbarians to the north fought with knives, and more than 300 people from the Golden Dao Gate, and a large part of them were old and weak women and children who were powerless.

With six seven-grade products, against the four seven-grade products of Jindaomen, among them, there are also ruthless people such as Zhang Jun, who is ranked among the top ten Jiangyang thieves in Wuding County.

Non-existent, but!

There can be no miracles!

It is impossible for Zhang Chu to be unlucky, he happened to bump into a hidden old monster who was hot on the ancient road, and when he saw injustice, he roared at this kind of bloody incident with a probability rate infinitely close to zero.

Although hundreds of mouths up and down the Golden Dao Gate are praying to the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, so that such a small probability event can happen.

But if the prayer is useful......

AllBright will not be lost.

The Northern Barbarians will not enter the customs either.

All people in the world can live and work in peace and contentment.

Life is always cruel.

But people always have to go through the beating of society before they can grow up.

Zhang Chu hadn't been beaten by society, he would still be the very stupid and naïve rich second generation at the beginning.

But this time, Zhang Chu is not ready to give these people who practice martial arts and practice watts in their brains a chance to grow.

He was going to beat them to death......

If you want to grow, wait for the next life......

When the fiery sunset shone into the ancestral shrine of the Golden Daomen, the bloody mule, led a group of brothers in the gang, and a middle-aged man with a disheveled head, strode into the ancestral hall.

"Master Chu, Wang Tianfeng, the head of the Golden Knife Sect, bring it!"

Zhang Chu closed the knife in his hand and raised his eyes to look over.

Wang Tianfeng was dressed in a dark golden robe, and in the past, he should have been extremely graceful and luxurious, not angry and arrogant.

But at this time.

The dark golden robe has been contaminated with red blood, and there are knife cuts everywhere on the body, which are already tattered, and it is estimated that beggars are not rare to pick up when they are thrown into the garbage heap.

What's even more embarrassing is that his whole body is wrapped around an arm-thick chain, and the whole person is wrapped like a mummy.

When he entered the ancestral hall, he looked at Zhang Chu who was sitting under the spiritual seat of the ancestors of the Golden Dao Gate......

If the gaze could kill.

Zhang Chu is already riddled with holes.

Zhang Chu glanced at him, turned his gaze to the mule, and asked lightly, "Can the iron chain tie him?"

The mule yin owl smiled "hehe" and said, "Don't worry, all the joints around his body have been removed." ”

Zhang Chu nodded slightly: "Good job, go back ......"

"Zhang Chu!"

Wang Tianfeng's roar suddenly interrupted Zhang Chu, and the sound was like a whistling, shaking the old ancestral hall and falling dust.

Zhang Chu glanced at Wang Tianfeng and gently fanned the smoke and dust in front of him.

"Mules. ”

He shouted softly.

"Understood!"

The mule responded, turned around and strode out of the ancestral hall, shouting, "Kill!"

There were no screams, only the sound of "click" and "click" sharp blades entering the flesh came out far away.

Needless to say, everyone in the hall knew what it was.

Wang Tianfeng didn't want to crack his eyes, but the corners of his eyes really cracked, and a few drops of blood shot out like arrows, landing on Zhang Chu's boots, snow-white satin moire boots, and there were a few more blood plums in an instant!

His whole body trembled.

looked at Zhang Chu tremblingly, and roared: "Zhang Chu, you are a demon, you are a demon ......"

Zhang Chu glanced down at the top of his boots, shook his head and wrote lightly: "Drag it out, cut it." ”

He thought that he and this Wang Tianfeng could still talk for a few words.

Unexpectedly, this Wang Tianfeng's bearing is not as good as Liu Gongming.

Then Liu Gongming still knows that he will become a king and lose a villain!

Since you are in the game, you should have the consciousness of defeat!

You can only kill others, and others can't kill you?

There are no such rules!

"Yes!"

The mule answered, waved his hand, and said, "Drag it out!"

He personally pressed the formation and escorted Wang Tianfeng out.

"Zhang Chu, this seat has become a powerful ghost, and it will haunt you......"

Wang Tianfeng struggled, roared, and feared, and was pushed out of the ancestral hall by several big men.

Zhang Chu lowered his head expressionlessly and continued to flip through the knife book in his hand.

Become a ghost and haunt him?

Even if it's the wailing of a defeated dog, can it be a little new......

It's the same sentence that comes and goes, and his ears are really about to sound calloused.

Again......

There are a lot of ghosts pestering him, how old is Wang Tianfeng?

"Spare your life, spare your life, I'll be sincere, I'll be a dog for you, don't kill me, don't kill me......"

"Click. ”

Zhang Chu in the ancestral hall shook his head.

Another poor worm who abandoned all dignity and face under the great terror between life and death.

He looked down on Liu Gongming.

But Liu Gongming is 10,000 times stronger than this Wang Tianfeng!

The mule returned to the ancestral hall and waved his hand at Zhang Chu and said, "Master Chu, Wang Tianfeng has been awarded the head!"

"Hmm. ”

Zhang Chu replied softly without raising his head, "How many people are still practicing martial arts in the Golden Sword Gate?"

"Forty-three. ”

Zhang Chu: "Kill them all!"

The mule stood still and whispered, "What about the old people and children?"

Zhang Chu heard the killing intent from his words.

He raised his head, frowned slightly, and said, "What, you want to kill these people together?"

In front of Zhang Chu, the mule never hid what he was thinking.

He nodded frankly: "That storyteller, don't you often tell the story of the rivers and lakes where the young man suffered disaster and rose up for revenge?

"Listen less to the reviews!"

Zhang Chu smiled lightly: "That's all stories. ”

"When the Golden Dao Gate was here, the disciples of the Golden Dao Gate couldn't stop my Taiping Society, and the Golden Dao Gate was gone, do you think these old and weak women and children still have the qualifications to come to us for revenge?"

"It's been a few times, and it's just killing!"

"Mule, I tell you again and again, the biggest difference between us and those we hate is that we have a bottom line...... Bottom line, do you understand?"

The mule wanted to speak and stopped, stopped and wanted to speak, stood in the hall and hesitated for a long time, but in the end he still sighed, bowed down and said, "My subordinates understand." ”

"Let's go and do something, collect all the martial arts secrets of the Golden Sword Gate later, and arrange a special person to guard them...... Don't let those six get involved. ”

"Yes, Master Chu. ”

The mule turned and went out.

Zhang Chu lowered his head and continued to flip through the knife score.

Then, before a sword book could be read, a rumbling sound of horses' hooves suddenly entered the hall.

Zhang Chu frowned, put the knife score, grabbed the cloud knife on his side, and walked out of the ancestral hall slowly.

I saw a large number of people galloping from the western road into the mountains.