Whoever looks at it, this is all forced rhetoric, forced laughter, forced composure, Xiaode also thinks so, and the mockery on his face is getting stronger and stronger.

Chen Changsheng explained: "If you can kill him, of course it's the best, even if you can't do it, it's not bad to be able to drive him out of here." ”

Xiao De didn't understand his reasoning, and neither did the dozens of masters in the field.

Even if, as Chen Changsheng said, this bureau laid out by Zhou Tong personally made Zhou Tong a lost dog, but why is the lost dog close to death?

Whether it's the height of summer or the cold of winter, you can see stray dogs everywhere in Kyoto without a home, and although they live hard, they are not so easy to die. What's more, even if Zhou Tong is a dog, he is not an ordinary dog, he has the sharpest fangs in the world, and there is the most terrible poison on it.

But because of this, Chen Changsheng felt that Zhou Tong was not far from death.

The dog that loses its home will be terrified all day long, because the rats crossing the street will be shouted and beaten by everyone.

Xiao De understood, looked at him with the eyes of a childish child, and said, "Do you think that there are still people who will help you kill Zhou Tong?"

In the eyes of him and many people, Wang Po and Chen Changsheng's insistence on killing Zhou Tong is the craziest thing, where can there be such a madman in the world?

Chen Changsheng said very honestly: "I don't know if anyone will help us kill Zhou Tong. ”

Then he continued: "But I'm sure there will be someone." ”

There are too many people in the world who want to die.

Zhou Tong left this courtyard with begonia trees, and left the North Terracotta Hutong, no matter how big the world is, there will be no place for him anymore.

Those who want him to die will definitely seize this opportunity and give him the most fatal blow.

Because of the existence of Shang Xingzhou, the vast majority of people who want to die probably won't do it, but there will always be people who move.

And most of the so-called will not lend a helping hand to Zhou Tong, they will only watch from the sidelines and watch Zhou Tong die.

Just like what he and Su Li saw all the way back from the snowfield, just like in Xunyang City.

Xiaode did not believe his judgment, and said with pity: "A person is about to die, and his heart is also in turmoil, so what is the point of saying such a thing again?"

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Facing a powerhouse like Xiao De and dozens of masters of the Star Gathering Realm, no matter how you look at it, Chen Changsheng seems to have only one way to die. Wang Po's current situation is even worse than him, although he has just broken the realm, but his broken arm is seriously injured, his meridians are seriously damaged, not to mention the strength of the battle, it is extremely difficult to walk in the river full of ice slag, and he is facing hundreds of elite horsemen, two god generals, the second master of the Tang family, and the feather arrows that cover the sky and cover the sky, like a torrential rain.

The sky was torn into countless ways by the rain of arrows, the cold wind danced, Wang Po stood in the river, his expression did not change, he was still calm, and it could also be said that he was a little wooden.

When everyone in the world wanted to kill, he entered Kyoto with a knife, fought on the snow street, and broke through the realm with a broken arm in Luoshui with great shock, and killed a peerless powerhouse like Tieshu with a knife. No matter how you look at it, he has achieved the extreme, and his sword path has also been exerted to the extreme.

At this point, there are no more regrets, and no more earth-shattering deeds can be made.

He kept his eyes open and calmly watched the rain of arrows fall from the sky, because now he couldn't do anything else.

Suddenly, a strong wind swept over Luoshui.

The wind was so strong that the swift feathered arrows were all swept away, lost all their power, and then fell from the sky.

Hundreds of arrows fell into the cold river, floating and sinking, looking like broken branches, very bleak.

Huo Ran, the second master of the Tang family, raised his head and looked at the snowy sky, his expression changed slightly, and a fierce color flashed in his eyes.

Wang Po must die.

This is the promise of Shang Xingzhou, the White Emperor and his wife, and the Fourteenth Road Anti-King to Zhu Luo.

Now it is obvious that this is the best chance for the imperial court to kill Wang Po, and it is very likely to be the last chance.

At the same time as the gust of wind from the snowy sky swept down the rain of arrows, the two gods moved.

These two god generals are not very high in the ranking of the Great Zhou military, but the cultivation realm is very profound, far surpassing Xue He, and they have been in the Gathering Star Upper Realm many years ago.

More than ten cold willows on the river embankment were shattered in an instant, and the two dragon blood horses were shocked to death by life with a wail, and the two gods broke through the sky and swept towards Luoshui!

The two iron spears glowed with cold light, and they stabbed towards the king in Luoshui!

A very clear sound sounded in the snowy sky.

It was as if all the ice in Luoshui melted in an instant, and then it went to a high place and turned into a waterfall.

No, it was the sound of a paper kite flying high in the air, being stirred by the cold wind.

A thread is tied underneath the paper kite, and at the end of the thread is a person.

The man jumped from the sky, with a whooshing sound.

It was the white paper on his face that was stirred by the cold wind.

He was like a stone that fell into Luoshui, preempting the two divine generals.

The two powerful iron spears arrived.

The man raised his weapon, which was also an iron spear.

Of course, this iron spear is not as good as the frost remnant divine gun in the palace, nor is it as good as the gun in the hands of the Khan Qing God General, nor is it as good as the gun in Xue Xingchuan's hand at the beginning.

But this iron gun is also one of the most famous guns in the world, and in some ways, even more famous than the guns of Han Qing and Xue Xingchuan.

Because that person is too famous.

Now that Han Qing has returned to the Demon Domain, Xue Xingchuan is buried in the suburbs of Beijing, how many iron guns in the world can be more domineering and arrogant than his guns?

The iron spear went violently, blocking the iron spears of the two Great Zhou God Generals.

Two extremely dull crashing sounds sounded on the Luoshui, and the waves dispersed.

The Yulin Army, which had already rushed into the river, was staggered by the shock, and the war horses in the cold willows neighed in pain.

The two gods were shaken back to the embankment, and blood was spurted from their mouths, and they were not lightly wounded.

The man stood in Luoshui, not retreating half a step.

And countless feathered arrows fell from the sky, like torrential rain, like dark clouds, and the water suddenly darkened.

The man's iron spear was horizontal, above the cold water, like an iron rope that could not be shaken.

Led by the gun, a wall of water more than 100 zhang wide gushed out from Luoshui.

Those feathered arrows shot into the wall of water, and they were washed away in an instant.

Immediately afterward, he withdrew his iron spear and slammed it.

The tail of the spear fell into the water, and the river water fell upside down like a waterfall, like a spring, and scattered in all directions, like water arrows, shooting at the masters of the army who swept quickly.

There was a muffled grunt everywhere on the Luoshui, and blood stains could be seen everywhere on the water mixed with ice slag.

In just an instant, more than a dozen high-ranking officers in the army were seriously injured and lost their combat effectiveness.

There was a moment of silence between heaven and earth.

Rushing.

Paper kites fly high in the sky.

The wall of water falls into the river.

The white paper on the man's face trembled.

With a pop, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth and hit the white paper, looking like a bewitching flower.

It wasn't until the end that he decided to make a move, which was inevitably a bit hasty, and his opponent was not an ordinary person, it was the imperial court.

One shot forced back two god generals, one shot blocked the rain of arrows in the sky, and one shot seriously injured more than ten masters in the army, even he had to pay a heavy price.

But he didn't care, because at this time he was already sure that his decision was the right one, because at this time he felt very happy.

Some hoarse and violent voices pierced through the white paper that was still dripping blood, and fell into the ears of countless people on both sides of Luoshui.

"Who else?"

This sentence is so arrogant.

This person is so arrogant.

What a Xiao Zhang.