"In my opinion, you are more ant than an ant, and dirtier and more humble than that lowly animal!"

Wang's expression was gloomy, he looked at Zhu Guanyong angrily, and said in a cold voice, he was angry just by mentioning ant ink. In the current year...... As soon as he lost to Ant Mo, it was a defeat that he could never let go of in his heart.

"Hmph, noisy and smelly. When the time comes, see that I have captured you, and I will not kill you first. I will first skin you, take your scriptures, break your bones, and then slowly tear off your flesh and blood!!

Zhu Guanyong snorted coldly and said hatefully. Although he is usually obscene and frivolous, he gives people the feeling of being a pompous child. However, he was very calm at this moment, and he was not just angry because of the king's words, and rushed forward to die in a daze.

Zhu Guanyong snorted coldly, snapped his fingers, and took out a cannon from his empty stone ring. Pointing over the barrel, with ripples of sparks, ignite it. In a short time, the cannon shot straight into the sky, bursting through the void. The cannons were dazzling, and a narrow red line of fire stained the sky, as if it had dispersed its clouds.

In the sky, a huge pattern seemed to be so conspicuous, it was a fiery red bird pattern. The firebird spreads its wings and soars between the voids, looking so conspicuous and eye-catching. Not to mention the people who were present, such as Wang and others, but also everyone within a radius of several miles, including all the monks, and even all the mortals, all noticed the huge bird pattern.

The birds shook the sky, and with the appearance of their figures, a huge sound of bird chirping resounded within a radius of several miles, which was the family crest representing a Xiuzhen family. It was a powerful Xiuzhen family, a powerful family that had existed for a long time. And the name of that Xiuzhen family is called...... The sky is in the south!

A cloud-piercing cannon took the firebird smoke into the air. The fireworks shook the air, and a bird song resounded through the earth and the void. And when the sound of its bird song swept over the ground, it was a few mermaid women in the houses on the side of the field who trembled and trembled in shock.

"It's quite big. The king looked across the heavens, and sneered at the patterns of birds and birds that appeared among the voids. But there was no carelessness and frivolity in his eyes, but only the murderous intent, rushing forward, raising his sword and throwing the plate, wanting to kill Zhu Guanyong.

"Hmph, you can only be noisy for a while. Wait for the people I am waiting for come, and I will see how you can beat me with two fists!"

Zhu Guanyong snorted coldly, and jumped backwards in one step, avoiding the king's blow of blood. And he kept thinking about it with his hands, as if he was preparing for something.

"The four phases are separated from the south, and the south is separated from the ......"

Zhu Guanyong pinched his fingers in mid-air and thought about it, but it was just the words coming out of his mouth, and before the curse was gathered, he suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his chest, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Blood splattered on the ground, turning into flames and burning. And Zhu Guanyong was also accompanied by a mournful roar, falling into the air and falling to the ground.

"Do you think that your opponent's weapons are only a few weapons in your hand?"

Wang Leng snorted, and it was from it

He threw a few crossbows in his hand, threw a flying sword, and the flying sword pierced the air, directly attacking and slashing the mud pill of Zhu Guanyong's skull.

That's five ballistae, five ...... The crossbow machine has already been loaded. Before that, when the king was on the sea on the coast of the East China Sea, he had prepared the ammunition for his bow and crossbow. Although a crossbow can only be loaded with one round on top of a single crossbow. In the actual battle of life and death, a crossbow can only be fired once. And there was no time left to reload ammunition for him.

But...... But the king had two hands, and in his right hand there were five empty stone rings. On the left hand, there are two empty stone rings. And it is only loaded with "consumables" such as bows and crossbows...... It is also full of five empty stone rings!!!!

It is expensive to shoot through the crossbow of the Tuohai Monk, and even injure the Broken Sky Monk, just one crossbow bolt is enough to need the dozens of taels of gold. A bow and crossbow is even more expensive. But...... Wang's father, Wang Lin, is in this aspect, but he can be described as "extraordinarily favored and cared for" Wang. Just the bows and crossbows that he wore on him in his empty stone ring were dozens of them!!

Zhu Guanyong coughed up a mouthful of blood, blood splattered on the ground, and looked at the three cold iron crossbow arrows stuck in his chest. Although his cultivation is not weak, the material of the crossbow machine is also unusual. Its rate of fire was far faster than that of an ordinary Tuohai monk's single blow, several times faster than that of the sound barrier, and if it wanted to say...... The five-shot crossbow bolts shot by Wang Na were each one, and they were enough to be comparable to the peak of Tuohai Shengmen, close to the level of Jingmen cultivation!

Five shots, five shots are a few times more than the power of a blow from a monk of the Tuohai Jingmen, what does that mean? Although Zhu Guanyong's cultivation is not weak, if it is in normal times, he can barely block it. But if it was in mid-air, then at most it was barely two crossbow arrows from the crotch with two battle axes between the hands.

Zhu Guanyong looked at the flying sword that came straight to his head in the air, and a few drops of cold sweat flowed down from his forehead. Although he wanted to hide, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, and it was only after a sudden moment that Fang Ran remembered something, roaring and roaring with shock, hysterical anger.

"Damn it, despicable bitch, you're poisoning! You, you...... You are truly a shame to us monks!"

Zhu Guanyong looked at the three bows and arrows that pierced his chest, and cold sweat flowed straight down from the forehead of the skull. The bow pierced through his chest, splashing blood on the ground. When his blood splashed on the ground, it was already green and black, turning into pus and white smoke and white mist......

It was a poison, a poison that could paralyze his nerves and corrupt his body. Although the battle between him and the king has been going on until now, it has only happened for less than a short time. It was even pierced by its bow and crossbow, and it didn't happen until a breath. But...... The poison contained in the bow and crossbow has been completely corroded, corroded to the point of its flesh. Keep it from moving easily.

The toxin carried a hint of decay, corroding his bones and bones, eroding his flesh and blood. Erosion of his body, although he was not shot for a long time, but its poison had already eroded his body, and the flesh and blood nerves between his limbs were eroded and broken. And it can't move!

"Damn, despicable bitch, you ...... You, you're poisoned! You, you...... You are truly a shame to us monks!"

Zhu Guanyong, with panic and fear, looked at the flying sword that was coming straight to him, and repeated his words again in his heart. Cursed.

The family he was born in, the Nanli family is one of the best families in the Tiancang Mountains, and it is also a first-class giant family even if you look at the entire Lanlian. Since he was a child, he has been strictly taught by his family, and he has a pride in his family, although he ...... Although its character is inferior. It's just that he keeps praising his children.

But...... Zhu Guanyong also sees the death of life and death in the battle between life and death, and the matter of cultivation, and respects it very much. And he was born in a famous family since he was a child, but he also thinks that he is "taught by the clan" for fighting. He thought ...... Everyone, like the rest of their clan, will go and fight him openly.

And the king ...... Although he was born in Tiandingmen, which can be described as a famous family, he was also able to receive strict teaching. But this teaching ...... But it is not what he taught. Since he was born, he has been instilled with the knowledge of life and death. Whether it was the thirty-six weapons or the various assassination methods, he always remembered them deeply. For him, whether it is concocting poison, or using various hidden weapons, or setting up most formation traps. For him, it wasn't anything difficult.

For the king, a battle is only to kill the other party. There is no reason for this...... That's all.

The flying sword slashed through the void, slashing the head of Zhu Guanyong, who had collapsed to the ground and couldn't move, and slashed down with a sword around his neck. Skulls fly, swords fly, blood flowers flutter. Circles of blood flowers bloomed like those flowers. Look...... Glamorous.

"There is never any fairness in life and death. I never felt ...... I'm going to be some kind of 'stupid and stupid gentleman'. ”

The sword returned to his hand, and Wang Pingping looked at Zhu Guanyong, who was just a headless corpse and fell to the ground. snorted coldly, closed his eyes, and turned around and walked towards the mermaids.

"If anything, I'm just a nameless passerby, a nameless wanderer. ”

Wang chuckled lightly, turned around, and the killing intent chill on his face disappeared, only to transform into a smile like a spring breeze.

If...... If you want to say it, the king will indeed not be merciful to his opponent when he is in a battle of life and death for some boring reason. Not for some boring reason...... to limit the way you fight. However, the king will choose whether to fight or not for a thought in his heart.

And that idea has a lot of names. But if only for the king...... Then that thought is called "justice".

He was just a nameless passerby, a nameless wanderer. It's just a wanderer who acts just for the sake of a thought.