The ribbon was still fluttering gently, and the Iron Fist Thunder Earthquake was already lying on the ground, no longer moving.

The blood in the body was still flowing, very slowly, but it did not stop.

Isn't this the blood of the people in the rivers and lakes, crazy, fierce and vicious, even if it flows very slowly, it will not stop, it will never stop.

The blood on the hammer was dripping, and he slowly lowered it to his back, gently wiped it a few times against his shirt, and then returned to its original appearance.

Then he raised his head and didn't look at Lei Zhentian, the person who had just been killed by him seemed to have nothing to do with him, he no longer cared about or asked about this person, this person seemed to be really not important in his heart.

The hammer stopped moving, and his body didn't move, just staring straight ahead under the plaque and between the gates.

There was no one ahead, only woods.

There was no wind, and the morning mist had lifted.

The morning sun was rising, and his shadow was shortening, getting shorter and shorter.

The bamboo forest is lonely, and the fallen leaves are bleak.

The four big characters of the amorous villa are still shining, indescribably majestic and spectacular.

What about the people inside?

Why is there no voice? Is it hell inside? Maybe not before, but now it's hell.

The hell of parting.

Yang Qing glanced inside from a distance, and then turned his head and didn't want to look at it.

The majestic, solemn mansion has no life, no vitality, they have parted, and this place has become hell.

The body lay on the ground, motionless, like a dead leaf on the ground, without a trace of movement.

The lifeless stone statue stood erect, straighter than the gun in his hand.

He didn't pass, but someone else did.

The only remaining three sons of the Amorous Villa had passed, staring at this person coldly.

The man was staring at them, too.

"Are you the amorous third son?"

Liu Duoqing looked at the ground, Lei Zhentian was motionless, and there was no excessive sadness on his face.

Maybe a person's pain and sadness may not be visible from his face, and when he is overly painful and overly sad, he will not be able to see it, and he will not be able to see a little.

Because pain and sadness can't help you in the slightest, but you can do your opponent a lot of good.

The three of them have been standing in the rivers and lakes for decades, and they have been adrift on the ups and downs of the rivers and lakes for half their lives, and they have spent much more days licking blood than most people in the rivers and lakes, and no one knows this truth better than them.

Liu Duoqing slowly put his beloved son on the ground, right next to Lei Zhentian.

There was no cold wind, and the sun seemed extremely mild and soft, but his hands were cold, and his body on the ground was colder than his hands, but the coldest thing was his heart, the heart in his stomach.

The heart in the belly of the living is not only cold, but also even colder, and it is already cold.

Then he stood coldly, staring at this person coldly, nodding coldly.

"Yes."

"Amorous, amorous?"

Liu nodded affectionately.

"Scholar, often laughing?"

Chang smiled and nodded.

"Wandering ghost, Du Huan?"

Du Huan nodded.

Then the man nodded, stared at them coldly, and did not say or move.

He didn't move, the pink ribbon behind his body was already fluttering, fluttering out of the old, quaint door, writhing and floating into the hands of the amorous third son.

The amorous third son had already grasped it, but did not refuse, and the ribbon was already writhing and swaying in his hand, as if writhing and swaying a spell.

The mantra that separates the body, the life, and the whole body is also a parting spell.

It is as if they have accepted the parting, either by themselves or by the other.

Liu Duoqing stared at this person coldly, staring coldly at the hammer in this person's hand, the deadly hammer, the hammer that made people part.

Then he said coldly word by word.

"You're the one in the parting spell?"

The man nodded.

"Are you the Heavenly King or the Dharma Protector in the Parting Mantra?"

"The Heavenly King, the Four Heavenly Kings, the Hammer King." There was not a trace of blood on the cold face of the Hammer King, and the muscles were as hard and stable as hammers. "Amorous Hills has been visited by me."

Liu nodded affectionately, his cold gaze did not leave the Hammer King for a moment, the dead are no longer worth caring about, and the living are more important.

The Hammer King did not move, nor did the hammer in his hand.

As long as there is one behind his body that can breathe, he has hammered it, at least once, and if it can still breathe after one time, he will hammer it again, and no one has passed it three times, at most twice.

Patronizing Lei Zhentian also used a hammer.

The sword in Liu Duoqing's hand has been unsheathed.

The sword light flashed, and the sword aura fluttered.

"You're going to let us go now?"

"Yes."

"Isn't it fun to part?"

"Yes."

"Do you not feel pain after parting?"

"Yes."

"You haven't tried?"

"Yes."

"Then you should try it too."

"Yes." The Hammer King nodded, the chill in his eyes even thicker, "It depends on how much real kung fu you have." ”

Liu Duoqing stared coldly at the Hammer King's eyes and smiled coldly. "The amorous third son specially invited the hammer king to leave and go to hell."

The Hammer King also smiled, his motionless face had changed, and his muscles were already beating, beating with his smile.

He sneered and nodded, silent.

The green tendons on the arm holding the hammer have been cocked like a poisonous snake, and the hammer has been "buzzing", as if it can no longer stand the murderous and murderous aura and screams and roars.

The "buzzing" sound was even stronger and more ferocious than the heartbeat in the stomach.

Yang Qing gasped and hugged Wusheng, "Are they going to duel?" ”

The lifeless stone statue stood erect, straighter than the gun in his hand.

"It's not a duel."

"It's not a duel, what is it?"

"It's a vendetta, a massacre."

"Do people in the rivers and lakes not care about life and death? Do it when you say it's hands-on? ”

"Yes, they may have all looked down on life and death, and the distance between life and death is not far away."

"How far is it?"

"Maybe it's as far away as a thin layer of paper."

"A layer of tissue paper?"

"Yes, it's that far."

"A thin line?"

Without saying a word, he slowly put down Yang Qing, staring and poking at them with his eyes like a gun.

It was as if they were going to be poked to death one by one, and they were stabbed to death.

Then he stood tall like a stone statue, and walked towards them like a stone statue.

Yang Qing suddenly hugged him, "Don't go there." ”

Wusheng broke free from her embrace and walked over like a stone statue, standing seven feet above them.

The cold sweat on Liu Duoqing's back couldn't help but flow out, "The gun god has no life." ”

Staring and poking at his back like a spear. "Yes."

"What do you want to do?"

"What I don't want to do, what I want you to do."

"You say."

"Leave the Hammer King to me."

"You're deceiving people too much."

"I won't let go of such a good opponent, so you ......."

Liu nodded affectionately, his body already retreating.

The sword was sheathed, the sword light was gone, and the parting between them was drifting apart.

The amorous three sons are already standing not far away.

Wusheng turned his head, staring and poking at them like a gun, "Get out, get away." ”

Liu was silent, and the resentment and resentment in his eyes were already twitching and twitching, "You ......." ”

"Get out, get out of here, get as far as you can."

The blue light fluttering in his palm has disappeared, the soft sword slowly retracts to his waist, and the scholar stares coldly at the hammer king, gritting his teeth coldly, and coldly hugging the body on the ground, the two bodies whose blood has already been cold.

They left without looking back, out of here.

The Hammer King did not move, his body seemed to have been poked into the earth, powerless, unable to move, entangled with the earth, unable to move, unable to part.

His eyes stared coldly at the amorous third son's departure, parting.

Parting with him, parting with the fight, their distant backs seem indescribably resentful, resentful, and resentful.

Wusheng didn't move, and he didn't speak.

So the Hammer King wouldn't move, the corners of his eyes were already twitching, and every muscle in the corners of his eyes was twitching, twitching and dripping cold sweat.

"The gun god is lifeless?"

"Yes."

"What do you mean?"

"Duel."

"Duel? Me with you? ”

"Yes."

The Hammer King smiled, sneering, cruel, cold, ferocious smile.

"You're looking for death?"

"Exactly."

"Are you getting impatient?"

"Exactly."

"You don't want to live anymore?"

"Exactly."

"You ......."

Silent without life.

The Hammer King was silent.

Their words have come to an end, and the end of the words is to do it, and to do it is to duel, and to fight is to fight hard, to fight for one's own life, to take the lives of others.

There is no choice, I don't have it, and no one else has it.

The words spoken by some people in the rivers and lakes are even more jade than Chrysostom, don't say that the horses are difficult to chase, even forty horses can't chase back, maybe this is not chasing at all to solve the problem, maybe they don't say such things to solve the problem, once they say it, they can't solve it, and they can't solve it.

Perhaps it is precisely because of their existence that the rivers and lakes appear colorful, gorgeous, brilliant, passionate, and full of pride.......

Perhaps it is their existence that the rivers and lakes are bloody, the rivers and lakes are the blood, the bloody blood, the daunting and frightening blood, the parting road.

Lifeless eyes stared at and poked the Hammer King like a spear, as if he wanted to stab the Hammer King to death, poking him alive on the earth, under the plaque, and between the gates.

"Why don't you do it?"

"You're not afraid of parting?"

"I want to try the taste of parting."

"You'll regret it."

"I won't, because I don't know what regret means."

"You shouldn't do anything with the parting spell, because the parting spell will more or less help you with the other party's Wanhualou."

"You should shoot, you shouldn't be like a soft egg, a soft egg who can't do anything."

"Your actions are to duel the whole parting curse."

"Yes, so you are the Book of Blood, the Book of War I announced to the Parting Curse."

"You ......."

Silent again, silent again, waiting again, waiting for the move, waiting for a duel, waiting for death, either your own or someone else's.

Whether it's someone else's or his own, he doesn't have to wait.

For he had felt that the hammer in the hand of the Hammer King was getting louder and louder.

Yang Qing had covered her ears, and could only stare at and hide from afar.

There was no wind, and the four golden characters of the Amorous Villa were already shaking, and then they fell, and the dust on the ground floated, fluttering and swaying.

Just when the hammer was at its most intense and intense, the hammer was swung out.

Then the lifelessness suddenly vanished.

The hammer slowly retracted, and a large pit appeared below, a large black pit.

No life is gone.

Was he turned into a big pit by a hammer?

The Hammer King stared coldly at the hammer in his hand, the hammer had no blood.

Why is there no blood?

Cold sweat had rolled down his forehead, his face had distorted, and his expression had stiffened.

Yang Qing gasped and pounced, looking everywhere, his body was already cold, and he was terribly cold.

Is he dead? Hammered into a patty by that hammer?

The Hammer King gasped and wiped his sweat, and just as he was wiping his sweat, a figure floated up like a light smoke and floated out.

Floating beside him.

The Hammer King stared coldly at Wusheng, who was holding an arm in his hand and a hammer in his hand.

No one knows the hammer better than the Hammer King, for the hammer is his own.

He gritted his teeth, his body could no longer be controlled, and he suddenly collapsed, blood suddenly coming out of the severed arm.

His blood, like the blood of everyone else, rolled to the ground without stirring up a speck of dust.

Then he slowly closed his eyes, and the muscles in his face were gradually loosening and no longer stiff.

Maybe he is no longer the Hammer King, and if he doesn't have a hammer in his hand, he is not the Hammer King, but bullshit.

He was already waiting slowly, waiting for parting.

The parting of the body, the parting of life, the parting of all.

"You can do it."

"Why should I do it?"

The Hammer King suddenly opened the corner of his eyes and stared at Wusheng, revealing a look of extreme pain, surprise, and disbelief.

"You're not going to kill me?"

Wusheng suddenly collapsed, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spit out from his mouth.

He struggled to his feet, standing like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

There was no emotion in the empty eyes, no pain, no sadness, nothing.

"I'm not going to kill you."

"Why?"

"Because you are a war book, you will go back alive."

The Hammer King nodded.

He stopped talking, couldn't speak, and didn't have to.

He turned and walked towards the avenue.