The icy cold wind swept across his cheeks, leaving only emotion and gratitude.

Wusheng didn't want to look at him, his eyes had drifted to the carriage, and the lanterns on both sides were still swaying, as if they were swaying his loneliness and emptiness.

The carriages have not changed, the people have not changed, and even the two horses are the same.

If there is a change, it is the human heart, and the human heart has changed because their identities are different.

Today you are still an admired hero, and if the next day you become a wild dog on the side of the road that no one cares about, then you will know what change is.

Wusheng was not in a hurry to get in, so the military advisor was waiting, he had to wait, and there was no other choice.

The parting spell didn't allow him to have any other choice, not at all.

The lack of choices in life is perhaps one of the greatest human sufferings.

"Twelve rings and twelve halls, halls and halls, everything is connected, you first look for the funeral Buddha hall, is it because the funeral Buddha hall is the most powerful hall in it?"

The advisor nodded.

"When they see that the Buddha is finished, they will become flustered and afraid?"

The advisor nodded.

"Will the murderous intent, murderous aura, and murderous intent in their hearts change?"

The advisor nodded.

"The killing machine is crippled, the murderous aura is weak, the killing intent is wasted, even if they used to be tigers descending from the mountain, now they will become frightened birds, right?"

The advisor nodded.

He had raised his head and stared at the lifeless, staring into the lifeless eyes.

There was no emotion in the empty eyes, no fear, no strange look, nothing.

Why does this person know that there is a lot of stake? The subtlety?

is obviously a murderous gun god, why is it so meticulous? Insight into even the slightest detail?

A look of fear appeared in the corner of the soldier's eye.

The man seemed to know nothing, and he seemed to know everything.

"Have you already asked the Spring Festival Sword King to kill the other branches?"

The advisor nodded.

He didn't want to hide the truth, and he couldn't hide it in front of Wusheng.

"It's not enough for the Spring Festival Sword King to go."

The advisor nodded.

"So you even used the welcome pine."

The advisor nodded.

"The killers who have been trained for years are all gone."

The advisor nodded.

"You're pouring out of the nest this time."

The advisor nodded.

"The Twelve Docks are hell at this point."

The advisor nodded.

Although his hand was caressing the feather fan, each bone joint had become stiff and cold, cold as a corpse.

The two horses neighed in the cold wind and gently stepped on the ancient road, as if they were bored, disgusted, and tired.

Tired of running non-stop, pulling carts, and keeping living.

Isn't it the same with the people in the rivers and lakes? They all have their own different troubles and grievances, even if they are tired, they must live.

"But you're still looking for me?"

The advisor nodded.

"Because there are two halls in the Twelve Docks that you can't eradicate."

The military advisor nodded, and the cold sweat rolled down from the corners of his forehead.

"One is the Burial Buddha Hall, and the other is the Zhongyi Hall."

The military advisor didn't nod, his pupils gradually contracted, and the muscles on his cheeks gradually twitched.

"We're going to the Loyal Hall now."

The military advisor was silent, and his wheezing voice grew thicker.

"Zhongyi Hall is the first of the twelve halls, and it is also known as the Hall of Loyalty and Bravery, loyal and brave."

The cold wind is blowing, and there seems to be ominous and wailing in the distant sky, but I don't know if it is a parting curse? Or the Twelve-Chained Dock?

It's not a parting spell to part, or a farewell of the twelve serial docks?

The lanterns hanging on both sides of the carriage swayed and danced in the cold wind, and although it was daytime, it was still very strange and mysterious at first.

Heaven and earth gradually had the intention of killing, and gradually became very thick and intense.

"People in the past were trained by you, so they all need to win."

The advisor nodded.

"So you're making a mistake."

"What did I do wrong?"

"You shouldn't have let them go first."

"Why?"

"Because their murderous intent is too heavy, their murderous spirit is too strong, their killing intent is too strong, and they want to win too much."

The military advisor nodded, waiting for him to continue.

"They killed the Twelve Serial Dock Ghost Hall, Thunderbolt Hall, White Tiger Hall, Qinglou Hall, Vermilion Bird Hall, Soul Sending Hall, Baiyun Hall, Hell Hall, Qinglong Hall, and Xuanwu Hall, and they will not be satisfied."

"Yes."

The military advisor understands the meaning of this, and the taste of victory is simply a sweet spring in the desert for the competitive, as sweet as it is.

"So they will definitely go and kill Zhongyitang, what will happen then?"

"What will happen?"

Cold sweat was already pouring out of the tip of the military advisor's nose, but when he rolled out, he was swept away by the cold wind, swept away, and disappeared into the ground.

This move is too dangerous to be sure of winning.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, and his empty eyes were already staring and poking at the military advisor like spearheads, but he was already sighing deeply.

"After they arrived at the Zhongyi Hall, they must have been exhausted with murderous intent, their murderous spirit had weakened, and their murderous intent had disappeared."

"Why isn't it murderous? Murderous? Murderous intent? ”

Wusheng sighed longer, as if he was already lamenting their current scene.

What kind of scene are they? Isn't it dangerous? Are you on the verge of death? Is it already bleeding? Are you dying desperately?

Are they desperate to enjoy the taste of victory? Do you think you are rushing to eternal life?

Wusheng patted the military advisor on the shoulder.

"You're missing one thing."

"What's the matter?"

"Zhongyi Hall is two hall masters."

The military advisor was silent, already waiting.

"Zhongyitang, the loyalist Wen, the righteous Wu, Wen is the chief thinker in the twelve serial docks, Chang Ge, Wu is the chief instructor and the culprit in the twelve serial docks."

"So what?"

"Chang Ge will definitely wait until it is beneficial to him before making a move, so when it is not beneficial to himself, the culprit will not make a move, and the people in the Zhongyi Hall will not make a move."

The strategist's gasping was even more intense, "So what should we do now?" ”

"Hopefully they haven't waited for a favorable opportunity, hopefully they're still waiting."

"Why are you saying that to me? Analyze me? ”

Without saying a word, he walked like a stone statue to the carriage and walked into the carriage.

He no longer glanced at the military advisor, as if he no longer wanted to see the pain and sadness on his cheeks.

The horses were already galloping, not so steady or calm, and even the neighing of the horses became very rapid and irritable.

Nothing has changed in the carriage, almost exactly the same as before, but what does it seem to be different?

What's the difference? Yang Qing couldn't figure it out and couldn't find it.

Yang Qing caressed the lifeless body, the wounds of the stone statue-like body had broken and needed to be bandaged.

He didn't seem to feel it, and it didn't seem to be blood, but sweat.

Yang Qing carefully rebandaged the wound and stared at Wusheng.

"Do you know very well the forces in the rivers and lakes?"

Silent without life.

"Why do you know more than anyone else?"

Silent without life.

"Why are you telling the military advisor so many secrets?"

Silent without life.

"Where are we going now? Is it to see how desperate they are? ”

Speechless, already sighing.

"Can you speak?"

Wusheng nodded, "You say, I'll listen." ”

Yang Qing smiled bitterly.

The fire is indulgent, and the color of loneliness is even stronger.

What a woman is most afraid of may be loneliness, loneliness makes people lovesick, lovesickness makes people old.

Isn't the loss of a woman's greatest sorrow?

Yang Qing took out an apple and wiped it, but she didn't eat it, but sent it to Wusheng's mouth.

Wusheng did not refuse and took a bite.

The way he eats apples is also very strange, and if you see a stone statue eating apples, you can easily think of him as he is now.

Yang Qing poured a glass of wine, the aroma of the wine was wafting, and it smelled better than the original daughter Hong.

But she couldn't help but want to vomit, as if she was being pressed by an indescribable pressure, which had made her unable to drink or breathe.

The life did not move, and the gun did not move.

The cloak was already twitching violently, and Yang Qing stared at the cloak as if she was staring at the stomach in her stomach.

She suddenly collapsed, vomiting incessantly, and vomited all the food.

What about lifeless? Isn't it also uncomfortable?

What does it feel like? Is it the feeling of killing? Or is it the feeling of being killed?

Yang Qing stared at the lifeless, staring at the lifeless body, the stone-like body motionless.

She suddenly figured out how different this carriage was from the previous one.

It's murderous, murderous, and murderous.

There was no wind in the carriage, and the cold wind outside was absolutely blocked from the outside and could not come in.

But the fire has been writhing violently, swinging violently, as if the rattlesnake that can no longer stand the stimulation and carnival has been writhing with joy and cheerfulness, and will not stop until it is not satisfied.

The fire suddenly fell and rolled towards her.

Wusheng suddenly picked her up and floated outside.

Outside is already desperate, bleeding, parting.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, and the stone statue was silent.

The carriage had fallen heavily under the ancient tree two feet away, shattered, and there were seventeen or eighteen large knives nailed to it.

The blade was completely submerged, and only a piece of the hilt swayed in the cold wind.

Yang Qing was already gasping.

The carriage has been destroyed, but what about the military division?

Is it gone again? Did you run away again?

The cold blade was pulled out of its body, and blood suddenly splattered out, a full seven feet away.

The man screamed, and suddenly fell, and when he fell, he stopped moving.

He is gone.

The body parted, the life parted, all parted.

Wusheng is already sighing, sighing deeply.

More than a dozen knives had already pounced, their flashes slicing, slashing at the lifeless body.

No matter which knife hits the lifeless, the lifeless body will have a super big hole, a bloody big hole.

They are all good hands who have been using knives for a long time, and they may be more skilled and sophisticated in using knives than chopsticks for eating.

The sword light is fluttering, and the lifeless body is already fluttering.

But at this moment, a person's voice suddenly sounded.

"Stop."

The light of the knife disappeared, the figure disappeared, and the seventeen or eighteen snow bright knife had been sheathed, and the body stood solemnly on both sides, separated like goose wings.

Their faces showed a look of unwillingness and unwillingness, a color of unsatisfiedness, no matter who they were, they could see their current appearance, the murderous intent was serious, the murderous spirit was strong, and the killing intent was strong.

The taste of victory is really sweet, it's really exhilarating, it's exciting, it can even be youthful.

Someone tries to win, and someone tries to lose.

What does it feel like to fail?

Seven or eight people had gritted their teeth and huddled together, staring at each other, staring at the knives in other people's hands.

The others didn't move, and neither did the knife in his hand.

Only they move.

Their hearts are unstable, their murderous spirit has disappeared, and they have no vitality.

Yang Qing almost couldn't help but shout, "Spring Festival Sword King." ”

The Sword King was impressively inside, the parting spell had failed, and he was already waiting for parting.

This time I don't want others to part, but I am about to part.

No one spoke, and suddenly there was no sound in the room.

Dead.

The sunlight that drifted in from outside had suddenly turned a very ominous, extremely eerie dead gray.

At the end of the goose wings are two people, one is polite and polite, and the other is five big and three thick.

The polite person smiled, stared at Wusheng with a smile, and saluted with a smile, "I have admired the name of the gun god Wusheng for a long time, like thunder, and I am really lucky to see it today." ”

His courtesy was very respectful, and there was no slackness.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, and the stone statue was silent.

"It's reasonable to sing a clumsy song."

Silent without life.

Chang Ge's eyes seemed to be lifeless, and the enemies on the side seemed to be invisible.

He was still smiling, smiling, smiling, and the enemies beside him had fallen two or three.

Those two or three people seemed to be laughed to death by him.

"It's a sin for the spear god to miss the distance, it's a sin."

Silent without life.

Chang Ge was still smiling, so he fell down two or three more.

He stopped seven feet away from Wusheng, staring at Wusheng, staring at the gun in Wusheng's hand.

Wusheng stared at and poked Chang Ge like a spear, as if he was going to stab him to death on the ground.

"Are you Chang Ge?"

"Yes."

"You can kill people with a secret weapon?"

"Yes."

"Can you kill people?"

"Yes."

"Then you're going to kill me."

Chang Ge couldn't laugh anymore, and he couldn't speak.

Nothing is silent, already waiting.

"Okay."

As he spoke, his person had already floated, and more than thirty cold lights suddenly flew out of his palm, and the cold light suddenly flew out.

The cold light flew out, and suddenly an extra sword appeared in his hand, and the sword light fluttered, more urgent than the cold light.

The cold light has sealed all the retreats of Wusheng, and the sword light is imminent.

This move is fast enough, urgent enough, fierce enough, poisonous enough, and accurate enough.

He is indeed very good at waiting, waiting for the best time, and the right time.