"The devil, it's still the remnants of the Lu family!"

Jiang Chengzi walked in the air and slowly walked to Wang Zimo. A pair of eyes are clear and transparent, but they are blinded by the aura behind them, and they can't tell what is really good and evil.

Bu Yinyang followed behind Jiang Chengzi demonically, pointing at the prince and gritting his teeth, eager to rush up and kick his bones.

"It's him, and there are two bandits and two female ghosts. The five of them joined forces and killed their younger brothers and sisters. ”

"Wei Guohou and Taifu are playing, and the five of you and the others actually attacked from behind!"

Jiang Chengzi's scarlet lips opened, and he stopped talking.

Although the demon in front of him was covered in blood, he was upright. What's even more terrifying is the pair of scarlet eyes, the cannibalistic gaze penetrates the bottom of the heart, it really looks like a demon god from hell, and people dare not look at it directly.

At first, Jiang Chengzi thought that Bu Yinyang was playing right and wrong and making excuses for his incompetence.

Now it seems that it is not an exaggeration to call him the "Blood Demon God"!

Blood Demon God!

It's really a blood god!

Jiang Chengzi narrowed his eyes slightly, and the thousand machine crossbow in his hand was aimed at Wang Zimo's head, and he almost couldn't control it and let go of his hand.

He strengthened his will and asked according to the usual style of righteous people when they eliminated demons: "Senior brother and sister, three people died at the hands of monks, and the other seventeen people were sucked to death by ghost slaves, what else can you say, you devil?"

"Senior brother, what do you have to say to him, just collapse his head and avenge his younger brother and sister!"

Bu Yinyang quenched his saliva, raised his voice in a strange manner, and then said: "Look at his appearance, what is the difference between him and the devil! Everyone sees the devil and criticizes him, the Lu clan is a demon, he must be a hybrid between humans and demons!"

"Talk and go for snacks, be careful to pull out your tongue and send it to hell!"

There are eighteen levels of hell, one of which is the hell of tongue pulling.

The prince smiled and leaned on the small stone behind him, a big mountain turned into dust, only the small piece was stained with blood, just like Wang Zimo at this time, still struggling to hold on.

"Look for death!"

Bu Yinyang sacrificed the phoenix pattern cloud brocade jar and was about to smash it into Wang Zimo's head.

His phoenix-patterned cloud brocade jar is porcelain, which contains ten miles of dark clouds, which can be used for wind and rain. Unexpectedly, he was almost smashed out by the prince in silence.

Fortunately, Jiang Chengzi intervened to stop it, otherwise the cloud brocade jar would burst, and the ten-mile dark clouds would erupt violently, and a huge shock wave would envelop the heavens and the earth, and none of the three people present would be able to escape from this epic storm.

The ancients did not deceive me, saying: "Don't stop returning to the teacher, besiege the teacher, and don't force the poor!"

As a person who has come over, I have to warn the younger generation: "You can't pinch soft persimmons, and you have to wash your hands after pinching!"

The same is true for players, what if you pinch not a soft persimmon, but a cactus?

Outside the city of Yindu, the night is as dark as ink.

The prince leaned silently on the gravel with one arm and could not support it, Bu Yinyang found a big stick out of nowhere, knocked on the palm of his hand, and approached step by step with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth.

"You're running!"

Bu Yinyang was very proud, he had never been so beautiful in his life.

Kyushu Shenxing Academy, Jiang Chengzi, that is the senior brother of the previous session, Xiuwei is about to break into the four-star, and he is close to the mentor.

"Trying to escape in front of Senior Brother Jiang, hum! I see that you are a toad who wants to go to heaven, and you can't do it yourself!"

Without waiting for Wang Zimo to open his mouth, Bu Yinyang suddenly picked up the big stick, and Wang Zimo hurriedly raised his arm to hold his head.

Once upon a time, such humiliation made Wang Zimo suffer a lot.

At the top of the camel peak, he restrained Han Tianhong's violent beating, and even gave up resistance in the face of death.

That fear, the fear of facing death, stung Wang Zimo deeply. Horizontal and vertical are death, why suffer all kinds of humiliation before death!

"Uhh

Like a lion besieged by hyenas, Wang Zimo suddenly became furious. Taking advantage of Bu Yinyang's stunned kung fu, he snatched the big stick and slapped it on the panicked face with his backhand.

"Smack!"

As if smoking Shiluan's big mouth, the vicious eyes appeared in Bu Yinyang's eyes again, completely crushing the arrogant and arrogant heart.

"Smack!"

Wang Zimo threw away the big stick, pinched Bu Yinyang's chin and slapped him again.

This didn't feel so hateful when he was humped.

Unexpectedly, in Kunxu, he was forced by him again and again.

"Smack!"

The face that was as white as fat was not roughened because he was not cared for in Kunxu, although Bu Yinyang was a man, he took his face very seriously, and at this time, half of his face that was slapped by the prince was swollen, which was really happy.

Jiang Chengzi turned the Qianji crossbow, and suddenly found that Wang Zimo was one step faster than him, only to see Pingyou suddenly bounce up from the ground, return to Wang Zimo's hand with a "woo" sound, put it on Bu Yinyang's neck, and looked at him coldly.

"Let go of Senior Brother Bu!" Jiang Chengzi's face was extremely embarrassed.

Originally, the victory was in hand, but I didn't expect to be ruined by Bu Yinyang.

As a senior brother, he let the devil take his junior brother as a hostage under his nose, if it is passed out, won't people be able to raise their heads by pointing at their backbones!

"When I return to Yindu, I will naturally let him go!"

The green light of the thousand machine crossbow flickered, and in an instant, a dark green arrow was condensed.

Although this arrow was only the thickness of a little finger, it exuded a thick killing power, gathering seventy percent of Jiang Chengzi's strength.

"Okay!" Jiang Chengzi aimed the Qianji crossbow at his feet, but did not remove the arrows. "If you dare to slip your head, I'll shoot you in the head!"

"Senior Brother Jiang, don't believe him!"

Seeing Jiang Chengzi actually put down his weapon, Bu Yinyang was sweating profusely. "The city of Yindu is full of powerful elders in his family, and the most powerful Master Mu and the immortal master are no different. If you let him go back, it will be tantamount to letting the tiger go back to the mountain!"

"Smack!"

The prince turned Pingyou silently, slapped Bu Yinyang's mouth fiercely with the knife surface, and then gently rubbed Pingyou on his neck, and an extremely thin line of blood flowed down the blade, and before it could land, it was absorbed by the sharp blade, leaving no trace.

Bu Yinyang felt a chill on his shoulders, and suddenly the strength of his whole body passed rapidly.

It's like being stuffed into a pit alive and buried with dirt little by little, starting from the soles of the feet, the strength gradually disappears, and the legs slowly become sore, as if petrified.

Bu Yinyang's face suddenly changed greatly, and he screamed in panic with his throat.

"Ah, the magic knife!"

"It's the magic knife Pingyu!"

In the Kyushu Shenxing School, there is a special description of peace. The prince silently heard these things from Lin Yu'e and Xue Jianniang.

Pingyou is forged by the Yunyou Dragon Breath Rock Essence, and the Dragon Breath Rock Spirit is also known as the magic stone, bloodthirsty. After being forged into peace, it set off a bloody storm on the rivers and lakes, and even the country was involved, almost ruining the court. In the end, the demon was blocked by all the righteous people in the Lijian Cliff, the Broken Body Cliff Valley, and Ping You didn't know where to go.

But the prestige of the magic knife is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and every time I think of that bloody storm, I can't help but tremble.

"The magic knife is quiet?"

Jiang Chengzi carefully looked at the peace in Wang Zimo's hand, and suddenly his eyelids trembled extremely and the tips of his heart trembled, and he hurriedly raised the Qianji crossbow and aimed it at Wang Zimo's head.

"You're the Adversary!"

Bu Yinyang was so frightened that his whole body was sore, and after a while, there was something yellow and white flowing out of his trouser legs, and the hot steam was steaming, and the stinky Jiang Chengzi was even more ashamed.

"Bold devil, let go of my junior brother, I'll leave you a whole corpse!"

Jiang Chengzi pushed his skills to the maximum, and the arrows on the crossbow turned from dark green to maroon. Bursts of blood light appeared from the arrows, and countless souls under the arrows were wailing in pain.

"Adversary?"

Wang Zimo narrowed his eyes, pointed to the arrow in Jiang Chengzi's hand and said, "You are killing people, but you want to increase the power of the arrow and imprison the soul of the dead. Is this the act of the righteous way? I think it's clearly the devil's act!"

"They have done many evils, and they have died innocently! Under the burning of my mental power, I have been practicing penance for several years, striving to transform demons and become holy as soon as possible!"

Jiang Chengzi was calm and calm, and said righteously: "The devil is upset about the devil, do you really want to force me to die and break the net?"

"Sanctification?"

The prince laughed silently, what righteous and awe-inspiring rhetoric, used to cover up his evil deeds.

This is Jiuli's style?

Is this the style of the Han King?