The knife "ding" landed, Yang Qing pounced on Wusheng, hugged him hard, and didn't want to look at them again.

Her eyes were closed, her body clinging to her.

It was only now that her body gradually became uncontrollable, uncontrollable, and twitched violently.

She couldn't control herself, but her hands had touched something, and she knew what it was, so she kept shaking her hands without opening them.

Desperately slammed.

The blood on her hands had been shaken off, and her hands were still blood-red, bloody red.

But her gaze fell on the lifeless body, the body like a stone statue, still flowing with blood, flowing with her own story, extremely miserable, extremely sad, extremely painful...... story.

His people are still alive, so there will be stories.

Neither good nor evil, neither good nor evil, neither good nor bad,...... may not be a good person, but he is absolutely upright and unyielding, standing upright and unyielding, and flowing his blood with integrity and unyielding.

The rivers and lakes are like this, cold-blooded, ruthless and cruel, but they are brilliant, brilliant and mysterious.

The rivers and lakes are black and white, good and evil are impermanent, and grievances are not distinguished.......

The rivers and lakes are swords and swords, blood flying, wind and snow, the waning moon and lonely lamp, blood splashing seven steps, prodigal son's sorrow, beautiful women and ......wine,

The world is lonely, and the blood is sluggish.

The cold, hard ancient path was slowly stained red by the blood, stained red.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, standing on the ancient road, on the pool of blood, straighter than the gun in his hand.

There was no trace of emotion, no trace of pain, no trace of sadness in the empty eyes.

He seemed to be a real stone statue and a spear god, and bleeding could not make him hurt or bend.

His eyes stared at and poked King Kong like a gun, as if he wanted to stab him to death, poke him to death on the ground.

Vajra was already gasping for breath, wheezing to his feet, rubbing the corners of his eyes, as if he was tired, tired from the over-satisfaction of a very sinful, ecstatic pleasure.

He didn't look at his broken body, as if he was disgusted, loveless, and not a little favorable. It's like a naughty boy facing a toy that he is tired of, indescribably bored and boring.

It turned out to be his hobby!

He rubbed the corners of his eyes, and the corners of his eyes suddenly became blood-red, and when he touched his stomach, his stomach became red.

Then he stood weakly, walked towards lifelessness, and after taking two steps, he suddenly collapsed, fell down and rolled twice, gasping and standing up again.

When he stood up, his body was bloody.

Walking towards Wusheng, Yang Qing stared at him coldly, gritted her teeth, stared at him, and suddenly ran over.

This action not only made Liu affectionate and often smiled, but even she herself seemed surprised.

King Kong watched her run past the side and turned to look at her, as if he had been attracted by her movements, and her movements were even more surprising.

She looked at Tintin Tin's broken wanderer, and was extremely panicked and frightened, but she still groped for his body, pulled off his broken clothes, and ran back.

Her hands were twitching, twitching to tie the wound tightly.

There is no life, but there is already a sigh.

He handed her the cloak, and she tightened her grip on it and hid quietly behind it.

King Kong walked seven feet away from Wusheng and stared at him softly.

"You're a weirdo."

Silent without life.

"Why did you save him?"

Silent without life.

"He doesn't look like a good guy."

Silent without life.

King Kong already had a smile on his face, a smile that was seven points tired and three points teasing.

"Like me, he's not a good person."

"I saved him, it's not that he's a good person."

"And what are you for?"

"Because he is a war book, my war book with the parting spell."

King Kong smiled, a little bitter, "You're going to duel with the entire parting spell?" ”

There was no life, and his eyes were already staring and poking into the distance like a gun.

In the distance, there is still an ancient road, an ancient road that is quieter and cleaner than here, but it is more lonely and empty than here.

The Hammer King was already nodding, his face was not only extremely tired and weak, but also bloodless.

"He's right, I'm a living war book."

"So you're still alive?"

"Yes."

"And now?"

"It doesn't matter whether I live or die now."

The smile on King Kong's face was gone, staring coldly at the Hammer King, staring coldly at the severed arm.

The blood from the severed arm flowed extremely slowly, indescribably powerless, as if it had been exhausted, and his life seemed to be about to run out.

"So ......."

The sadness in the Hammer King's eyes was even stronger. "So I'm supposed to be dead by now."

King Kong was silent, picked up half of the sword from the ground, and gave it to him.

He did not refuse, nor would he refuse, and when he was alive, his life would no longer shine, and it would be better to die.

This may not be true, but it is not wrong either.

The Hammer King's grip on the hilt of his sword slowly poked into his chest, very slowly, very slowly.

But his eyes had fallen on the body of a stone statue.

He finally fell, and when he fell, he didn't get up, he didn't scream, he didn't struggle, and he didn't have too much pain in his face.

Apparently, he died extremely peacefully and peacefully.

A look of envy appeared on King Kong's face, and then he stared at Liu Duoqing.

Liu Duoqing was already retreating, and her body was already trembling.

The look on his face was strange and complicated, as if it was resentment and anger, as if it was panic and fear.

There was no sword in his hand, and his pale hand was shaking.

"You're going to kill me?"

King Kong was silent, and the tiredness and teasing on his face became even stronger.

Not far away, the blue light was shining, and it had floated over.

Chang Xiao has made a move.

The poisonous snake swam and pounced on King Kong's body, but King Kong did not move.

"Ding Ding Ding ......," the sword light had broken, the sword body was suddenly segmented, and the remnant sword fell to the ground.

Chang Xiao stared at King Kong coldly, his face even paler.

King Kong turned his head and slapped out.

His hands were so fast, unimaginably fast.

Chang Xiao had already flown out of the two feet and fell heavily to the ground, his eyes revealing indescribable colic, panic, and fear.

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

Empty eyes stared at King Kong like spearheads, poking at King Kong.

"You're not going to kill them?"

"I will."

As he spoke, he walked towards Liu Duoamorous.

Liu gritted his teeth and stared at King Kong coldly.

Nothingness is already sighing.

"You're still not going to kill them."

King Kong turned around and stared at the lifeless.

"Why wouldn't I kill them?"

"You're a personal King Kong."

"Yes."

"You didn't show up to kill them."

"Yes."

"You're not going to kill them."

King Kong nodded, the tired, teasing smile had disappeared, and the corners of his eyes had gradually become shining, cold and piercing.

"Should I kill you?"

"Yes."

"You're going to duel me?"

"Not now."

"Why not now?"

"The Hammer King is dead, and you are the Book of War."

"Yes, I'm the war book."

"So you can go."

"I can kill you now before leaving."

Silent without life.

His eyes didn't look at him, and they still fell into the distance.

The ancient road in the distance was lonely, with no figure or sound.

King Kong stared at Wusheng.

"Why don't you look at me?"

Silent without life.

"You're afraid of me?"

Silent without life.

"You're not my opponent now, so you don't dare to look at me?"

He was silent, but he had already kicked the Hammer King to him.

King Kong followed the Hammer King, staring at the avenue in the distance.

"Maybe I can't do it with you."

Yang Qing stared at him coldly.

"Why?"

"I'm going to get hurt because I've done it with him."

"Are you afraid of death?"

King Kong was silent and refused to answer.

He walked towards lifelessness and stopped at seven feet.

"If I get wounded, I'll die easily, just like the Hammer King, even if I don't kill him, others will kill him."

King Kong's eyes already showed sadness and pain.

Nothingness is already sighing.

"So you're leaving?"

"Yes."

"You don't want to kill the amorous two sons?"

"You're right, it's better not to kill these two people."

"Why?"

"I'm here to hammer the king, not to kill the amorous two sons."

"But you killed a wanderer."

"I was so excited at the time that I couldn't help but see someone who satisfied me."

"Can't help but kill?"

"Yes, you understand?"

"I can understand it, because I also have this problem, and when I see good people, I will find a duel."

King Kong smiled, wryly.

This problem may not be shared by everyone in the rivers and lakes, but fortunately it is not.

Because this problem is like athlete's foot, when it starts, no one can avoid or forget it, it is very comfortable to hold, and it will be very painful when it breaks, and the pain is unbearable. But the next time it's itchy, I'll scratch it again, and I'll never think about the pain last time.

It is useless to go to Lang Zhong to prescribe medicine for this problem.

Lang Zhong saw that such people would neither prescribe medicine, nor go to the pulse, because they would rather face a terminal illness than face this problem.

Yang Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing them speak so easily and cutely, I just want to laugh.

She didn't laugh, she didn't have time to laugh, she wiped the blood from her lifeless body, and stared at Liu Duoqing quietly.

A generation of heroes in the rivers and lakes stood not far away, quietly in a daze, with nothing.

It seems to have been completely forgotten and abandoned by the world.

His mountain was shattered, and the people inside were dead and dead, empty as hell, hell with blood everywhere.

Liu Duoqing helped Chang Xiao up, and stared at Wusheng quietly, wanting to say something, but couldn't say anything.

His eyes were already speaking.

He wanted to say in his heart, "Are you friends?" Or is it an enemy?

Why not get your hands dirty? Why didn't anyone fall? If you don't do it, why don't you come and kill us?

Are we not even qualified to be killed?

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

The empty eyes were already staring and poking into the distance like a spear, and they never wanted to look at King Kong.

"Do you know why I didn't look at you?"

"I don't know."

"Because you're pathetic."

"Where am I pitiful?"

"Are you King Kong's incorruptible body?"

"Yes."

"Even this kind of kung fu is not a lot to sacrifice."

"Yes."

Without saying a word, he didn't want to say any more, let alone look at him again.

To achieve the incorruptible body of Vajra, it is not just to endure loneliness and emptiness. The key is that you can't have feelings, not at all, especially for a beautiful woman, if you move a little emotion and have a little love, then it's over.

This incorruptible body is about to be broken, and maybe he will kill himself without others killing him.

Therefore, the incorruptible body is not something that ordinary people can cultivate, and King Kong is not something that can be done if you want to.

King Kong already understood his pity.

Although Wusheng did not say it, it was even more unbearable than saying it, and the body of Vajra was already undulating, undulating with anger.

Whenever he can't bear it anymore, he has to kill people, use killing to forget everything, so that he can completely calm down, completely tired, tired and powerless, and have no time to be emotional.

There was already a look of resentment and resentment in King Kong's eyes.

"You ......."

"It's time for you to go."

"We'll meet again."

"Yes."

"The next time we meet, it's when we duel."

"Yes."

King Kong stared at Wusheng coldly, and he didn't just walk away.

When he walked to the side of Liu Duoqing, he suddenly stopped.

"Do you want me to kill you?"

Liu was silent, and the panic and fear in his eyes were already beating.

"I'm not going to kill, do you know why?"

Liu Duoqing didn't understand and didn't speak.

"You go and pee and look like yourself, and you'll know."

The resentment and resentment in King Kong's eyes gradually disappeared, and the smile gradually floated up.

The unpleasant thing just now is completely gone, and it is completely gone.

He strode away, into the distance.

Wusheng sighed and said nothing.

Yang Qing smiled, she couldn't help it.

This man is not a good thing, but he is very smart. He knew how to give his unhappiness to others as soon as possible.