Feng Xingtong's heart was crossed, and he directly knocked the plaster in his hand on a stone, although he was grinning in pain, he still barely kept up with Su Ming's forward steps.

Wang also glanced at the filial piety banner in his hand, and then at the three people not far away, and squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying, "What is this called~"

Xiao Zi patted him on the shoulder when he passed by, "I also feel that this is wrong, but I feel that it will not be wrong to follow him."

After finishing speaking, he was about to catch up with Su Ming, and said leisurely, "Keep up!" ”

I don't know if I'm talking to myself or to the king.

If it was before this battle, his friendship with Su Ming was only a friend of that meal, but the second Su Ming came out of the Buddha's light, he saw Su Ming's gaze change.

It was exactly the same feeling that Master gave him, and he was even about to catch up with Master.

Although he knew that he was born to be a demon who chose to devour people.

Su Ming picked up the tip of his knife, and a human body flew up at the right time, and the bone dragon behind him was like a wild dragon going out to sea, devouring it in one bite, and then the next target.

A leisurely stroll is like walking through a sea of flowers.

He could see the sea of people in the distance, and he had stopped caring about those who had no will to fight before, because they would be driven back, the place was not big, but there might be thousands of people before and after this time.

And those guys who are hiding in the corner and waiting for an opportunity are almost time to come out, as for whether there is a big fish Su Ming didn t dare to say, but this time whether it was five to a thousand or the knife hidden in the dark

It can't be ignored, and now he is not qualified to underestimate the two ten-man forces, let alone think that Na Ruhu will shake hands with him.

As for the few behind him

If it's a guy like Wang Zhenqiu, he will only think about killing or not killing, but these few

He could imagine how struggling Wang Ye's heart was, and he could imagine how awkward Xiao Zizai's heart was, but they still followed.

Now that they've got their credentials to get on the bus, let them be.

Since he went to Longhu Mountain, his goal has always been

Not a single one to stay!

Da da da.

His thoughts were interrupted by a violent voice, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look behind him.

A violent voice sounded, Jia Zhengliang was wrapped in twelve clusters of blue flames around him, one bullet had not been completely fired, and the other was ready to fire.

Shout!

The piercing sound of breaking wind rang in everyone's ears.

The target of the Inhuman was pierced through his brow before he even saw how it appeared, and as his body slowly fell, it also signaled that the battlefield had escalated again.

That's what bullets are.

It makes death incomparably simpler, it makes war enter the era of thermal weapons, it makes the former land immortals fall from the altar, and no one has ever questioned the power of bullets, especially this 125mm tungsten alloy armor-piercing bullet!

When Jia Zhengliang's gaze fell on one of the retreating Inhumans, that Inhuman roughly guessed his fate, and without the slightest hesitation, he directly opened the magic weapon shield he used to save his life.

Sure enough, the second it was opened, the bullet had already arrived in front of his eyes, and he breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart, this magic weapon is not ordinary, let alone a bullet, even if Gatling strafes, he is confident that he will block it for a period of time, and fight for his own chance to live, and this is a high-end product that can be repaired and used repeatedly with Qi, as long as he escapes from this hell in this limited opening time, he will survive.

But the facts didn't allow him to think so, at that moment the bullet did not leave a groove on the magic weapon as he imagined, and then slowly fell, but without the slightest obstacle, it directly penetrated the defense of the magic weapon, and the milky white protective cover was like a layer of papier-mâché windows in front of it, and it couldn't even block it for a moment, and when he was still thinking about why, the bullet had passed through his head, and with his shocked eyes, he went to the world of death to report.

It's a powerful armor-piercing bullet, plus the assistance of Qi, it's not that those old guys with unfathomable strength don't even want to block it!

At this time, Jia Zhengliang seemed to be a completely different person, with a surprise on his face that he had never seen before, and at this moment he felt that he had lived like Su Ming.

The sound of da-da-da continued to sound, and the blue fire on his body became more and more, even reaching a terrifying twelve clusters at one point, and the violent firepower poured out at any cost, and each bullet brought a blood flower.

"Brother Ming! You're my brother! ”

With his loud roar, a blood flower was lifted on the forehead of the stranger that Su Ming had just picked in his hand, and the eyes that looked at Jia Zhengliang became even more weird.

"Who said I was a cultist?"

Compared to Jia Zhengliang, Feng Xingtong on the side obviously did not have such a strong efficiency, but the twenty yin spirits in his hands were like a strong wind, each blow took away the life of that small area, and the essence gradually appeared in his eyes.

His mental power is not enough, he can't do the same as Jia Zhengliang, and he is not the owner of the soul flag, so he can only rely on the unified control of the spirit to send the future, so he chose the method of directly washing the earth with a wide range of brushes.

Compared with Jia Zhengliang's blue-fire Gatling, he is more like a child playing with a remote-controlled plane, but this remote-controlled plane will blow a whirlwind of death, and there will be no grass everywhere it passes.

Xiao Zizi was no longer in place, and even rushed out of the team directly, rushing into the crowd in the distance, and also breaking through his bottom line as a human being.

The pleasure that had not been seen for a long time directly tore apart the dungeon cage that imprisoned him, so that he no longer had to suppress his true nature and enjoy the endless satisfaction brought by killing.

Who doesn't have a hobby?

Some people like photography, some people like sports, in this era when hobbies can bloom, and from the perspective of hobbies, he just likes things, some things are different.

Of course, in this human-dominated world, his hobby will bring harm to others, so judging by human boundaries, this is an evil hobby.

Of course, it is somewhat inaccurate to call him a hobby, because the hope of killing should be called instinct for him.

Just like a man needs to eat and drink, a vampire needs to suck blood, and he needs to kill.

But he is still a human being after all, and because he is a human being, the etiquette and order of human beings are restricting him, making him unable to kill as much as he wants.

In fact, he also knew that this was right, so he chose to become a monk, chose restraint, chose to restrain his instinct again and again, and only used plants to kill those who should be killed when it was impossible to suppress

But hobbies can be changed, habits can be changed, and how can instinct not need to eat again because of a period of not eating?

It was like a storm, the longer it was suppressed, the more terrifying the energy he possessed, and the agreement between Master and him was like a shackle that locked up all his possibilities.

He didn't know when this instinct would break him, what would become of him at that time, and he didn't know that it was not what he wanted, but what he could hope for.

Every night I chanted sutras, and before every meal, I burned incense and bathed, praying that the ethereal Buddha nature could be used to play a little, even a little suppressively, even if it was psychological.

But he has been suppressed for too many years, countless times on the verge of eruption, and the master's teachings have pulled him back to the boundaries of human beings, but it is also this time that the edge of breaking out again and again has made him more and more convinced.

In fact, he is a demon.

Su Ming tore up his self-deception, tore off his mask disguised as a human, and told him word by word that these people were all murderous guys who sought money and killed people, and they should be killed!

He should release the desire in his heart, and if he has been pretending to be for so long, he should let himself really live once!

Do it again!

"Tsk!" Su Ming looked at Xiao Zizi, who was like a mad demon in the crowd, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought, "Who is the evil cultivator?" ”

But after three seconds of hard thinking, he didn't get the corresponding result, and he simply threw himself into the sea of people.

The difference in information was extremely obvious, and if these people had watched Hong Bai's previous battle, they wouldn't have felt that Su Ming was the best among them to deal with.

Of course, the people behind the scenes didn't want them to know about that scene, what they wanted was to use money to pile up a death squad that was not afraid of death, just to keep these people in the dark, and make them naively think that Su Ming was just a mobile treasure that they could take away at any time.

Compared to them, the people of the Wang family are much more cautious, although they are also in the crowd, but the orders given above are also being updated at any time, just like the most recent one now, it has been updated to one word, [Wait!] 】

"Uncle, why wait! That thief of the dog day killed the king and the lord! ”

A junior from a divided family gritted his teeth and spoke, his eyes full of anger.

"He's in front, let me go and break this miscellaneous corpse into ten thousand pieces!"

Not only him, but almost everyone in the current Wang family is still immersed in that anger, they know very well what Shen Tu is to the Wang family, and what the bloodline of the main family is to the split family!

That's not just a bonus, is there a difference between the bloodline splitting the empty palm and the eight wonder skills!

The person who spoke was originally a contender in this competition, and he was the most amazing and glamorous person in the younger generation of the Wang family, but when the bad news came, he had already rummaged through the back mountain of Longhu Mountain several times.

Just to find that guy, whether it is Wang or Su Ming, that sin can only be washed away by their death!

But now he stopped at the position where he was about to succeed, and he was puzzled.

The person at the head has short hair, a hooked nose, and eyes that are almost printed out of the same mold as Wang He and Wang Ai, none other than Wang He's father, and one of the only three bloodline people left in the Wang family!

"Shut up, wait!"

Of course, he knew why he was waiting, waiting for these guys and all the Qi to be exhausted by the endless sea of people, and when the Wang family made a move, he could show everyone's demeanor and capture everyone in one fell swoop.

As for his grandfather Wang Ai's thoughts, he also guessed some.

But the wish is good, Su Ming will not let them recuperate, where they are unwilling to attack, there is his hunting ground!

"Guys, it's time to hit the road."

When that familiar voice sounded from the ears of the Wang family, the Wang family's pot, which had been suppressed, was completely boiling.

(End of chapter)