Commander Ji, who had been holding back the evil fire all night, finally found a channel to vent when he saw the group of miners in front of him.

Look at the group of miners in front of them, old and old, stunned, and there is no look in their eyes that corresponds to the identity of the monk.

Yes, in the Tian Yuan Continent, miners are not a decent profession in the first place, they suffer and are despised, and their income is still meager.

Except for some strange things that are not in the right mind, anyone who has a little ability will never take mining work as part of their career planning, and most of the monks who come to be miners have only one reason - helplessness!

Whether it's because of physical reasons, or because of ability, or maybe there are all kinds of unavoidable hardships, in short, it is some monks who can't find a way to live outside, and finally fall into the mines, relying on the most primitive physical strength, doing the lowest work, taking the most meager salary, and enjoying the white eyes of others by the way.

The so-called engine of wealth creation, the glory of the Tian Yuan Continent and other beautiful words, are just some duplicity and cheap words.

Anyone who has really entered the mine knows that miners are just a bunch of poor creatures who have lost their dreams, lost their souls, and have been completely abandoned by this world.

Now these poor creatures are going to confront the elite from the Duobao Sect head-on for the sake of their humble lives. At the thought of this, every cell in Commander Ji's body trembled and exuded pleasure.

In fact, Commander Ji didn't know very well why the powerless resistance and helpless moans of these humble people brought him that incomparable sense of happiness. He didn't know why there was an unparalleled passion in his blood when he could abuse those ants at will.

Is this called a pervert?

Commander Ji actually thinks about the source of this pleasure once in a while, but his inactive brain cells are really not enough to solve such a profound problem. However, he always felt that this kind of pleasure that comes from ravage, from killing, is the most primitive nature of human beings.

And he's just a straightforward guy who cares about it!

Behind Commander Ji were two hundred elite monks armed with black daggers, while opposite him were fifty weak miners who were not even fully armed.

Shicai's helplessness and helplessness had been left behind by Commander Ji, and the only thing he had to do now was to enjoy the killing feast in front of him, and transfer the fear he had just experienced onto these weak miners exponentially.

Brilliant morning light!

"Is there anything else you want to say?" Commander Ji felt that he should add some foreplay before this beautiful feast.

Just right, someone is willing to cooperate with him.

In the crowd, Qi Cripple took a few steps forward and said:

"Your Excellency, senseless killing doesn't mean anything, slaughtering a bunch of unarmed miners doesn't show your prowess. ”

"A noble shell like yours should have its eyes set on the real battlefield. ”

"Go to the south, there are comrades who correspond to your identity, and there are enemies who share your great dreams. ”

"Whether it's right or wrong, that's your stage, and whether you win or lose, that's where you belong!"

"Huh!" Commander Ji was bluffed: "Talent, what did you do before?"

Qi Cripple bowed his head slightly: "My lord, before I became a miner, I used to live by my mouth until ...... I had my leg broken. ”

"Hehe!" Commander Ji smiled: "What is my fate, don't worry about you." But I will be the master of your destiny."

Qi Cripple shook his head: "Fate is predestined, tampering with the fate of others for one's own selfishness is against the way of heaven......"

"Okay, don't say it!" Commander Ji waved his hand: "You are a bit interesting, so let's reward you with a glory, let's take your sacrifice flag!"

As he spoke, Ji led the force under his feet, and crashed into Qi Cripple like a meteor, and Qi Cripple was shocked,

When he turned around, he wanted to avoid it, but his left foot couldn't bear the strength, and as soon as he twisted his body, the whole person fell to the ground.

Commander Ji did not hesitate, and wiped the black dagger on the neck of Qi Cripple, and a blood refining splashed the sky.

"Kill them all!" Commander Ji whispered.

Two hundred black-clothed figures followed, following Commander Ji to kill the crowd.

The miners saw Qi Cripple die, their eyes were bloodshot, but they didn't dare to fight after all, and they retreated one after another.

But among the people, there was a figure that did not retreat but advanced, carrying an iron rod and facing Commander Ji.

It's Yang Palace!

At the moment when Commander Ji made his move, Yang Gong was already rushing forward. Wu Qingshui next to him couldn't hold him, and could only watch Yang Gong single-handedly kill the crowd.

Commander Ji faced Yang Gong head-on, and when he saw the powerful iron rod smashing it, he didn't dare to take it hard, but turned his body sideways to let go of the iron rod, and then stretched out his dagger and slashed at the opponent.

Yang Gong missed a blow, but the strength did not make him old, the stick paused slightly in the air, and swept with his backhand.

Commander Ji couldn't avoid it anymore, so he had to take the dagger hard.

"Click!" the dagger was smashed at the waist, and Commander Ji hurriedly jumped back, narrowly avoiding the fate of broken tendons.

Commander Ji suffered a small loss with one move, and the black-clothed man behind him had already rushed up, Yang Gong did not fight with him, turned around and collected the stick, and followed the crowd to retreat to the original stone pile.

"It's not good!" Yang Gong said mockingly.

Commander Ji waved his hand to stop the man in black, staring at Yang Gong with a puzzled face, he felt that this person seemed to be a little familiar, and asked, "Who are you?"

Yang Gong replied lightly: "Miners." ”

"Miners in the Jindan period?" Commander Ji didn't believe it.

Yang Gong smiled coldly: "What's the matter?"

"I think I've seen you!" Commander Ji seemed to recall.

"You're mistaken!" Yang Gong shook his head.

Commander Ji took a few steps forward: "Jin Dan is coming to be a miner?"

Yang Gong narrowed his eyes: "Being a miner is always much better than a wolf-hearted dog like you who has been pierced with crazy chicken blood."

Commander Ji's eyes widened: "We really met!"

Yang Gong was happy: "It seems that you still agree with my evaluation of you." ”

"Who the hell are you?" Commander Ji suddenly felt a little weak, even though he didn't know what his heart was weak.

Yang Gong shook his head slightly: "It doesn't matter who I am, and I have no grievances with you, it's just that it just happened to be the right time, so I should have come to collect debts for some people!"

"You're looking for death!" Commander Ji was furious: "Kill them all!"

The man in black rushed forward again, and the black dagger in his hand flashed with dazzling cold light.

The miners stood under the pile of rough rocks, most of them with trembling legs.

At this time, a huge rough stone flew over their heads and smashed into the black-clothed man, and the most unlucky one was hit by the original stone on the top of the head, and his brain burst on the spot.

The stone stoned to death and killed one person without stopping, and rolled into the crowd to overwhelm several people before slowly stopping.

Behind the miners, Wu Qingshui opened his voice: "Don't stand stupidly!

Throw a stone at it? Where is the stone? Rough stone? That's very expensive!

Smashing people with spirit stone rough stones is basically no different from smashing people with money. However, Master Wu is used to smashing people with money, and there will be no psychological hindrance to this.

But for the miners who have never seen money, they still have to find a way to cross the hurdle in their hearts.

Wu Qingshui then shouted there: "As long as we can hold out for a while, Lao Bai will bring people back, and then it will be their bastards who will die!"

As soon as several miners heard this, they picked up the stones and threw them out, and the others saw that someone had smashed them, so what was there to be embarrassed about? At this time, only if they survived could they say anything else.

To say about the miners of the No. 6 mine and its

The miners in his mining area are still slightly different psychologically. Compared with the No. 1 and No. 2 mining areas, it is obvious that these fifty people have a stronger desire to survive.

The key lies in the defense battle of the mining area, and it is Lao Bai who is in charge!

Lao Bai was the person in charge of the No. 6 mining area, and he was hanging out with these fifty people all day long, and the miners were still very convinced of Lao Bai.

They all know that Lao Bai has already gone to find someone to save them, all they need is some time, as long as they can withstand it for a while, there must be a chance to live!

When you can see hope, you will shine.

Under the reflection of the rising sun, the miners leaned against the pile of rough stones, waved their arms vigorously, and smashed the priceless rough stones at the man in black.

Sparks splashed and rivers of blood flowed.

The corpse of the man in black lay on the ground, and beside him were scattered pieces of rough stones, sometimes mixed with shining spirit stones.

"Rush up for me! No one is allowed to retreat!" Commander Ji raised his arms and shouted.

The man in black followed one after another, rushing towards the pile of rocks for his life.

Yang Gong stood at the front of the miners with a long stick, but all the black-clothed people who were lucky enough to rush to the front were knocked over by him with a stick.

Commander Ji was impatient and shouted: "Old Wei, you guys go up together and cut that bastard!"

Several Jin Dan trembled in their hearts: We have to go up too!

The rough stones flying in the sky were the size of a basin, and they were all flesh and blood, and the Jindan monk couldn't stand it.

They weren't much afraid of the guy with the stick, one person might not be able to beat him, but three or two people could take it. It's terrible to be afraid that before they can rush to the front, they will be stoned to death with money, how wronged it must be!

The people in black have suffered a lot of losses, their morale is low, and the momentum of the miners has risen. After the fight started, the miners found that these invincible guys on the other side were not much better than them!

"Old Wei, what are you doing?" Commander Ji was furious, half of the disciples of Zhuji were dead, and a few of you were still standing here watching the play?

Lao Wei gritted his teeth, greeted a few people around him, and rushed towards Yang Gong together.

Just in time, the speed at which the miners threw money slowed down, because there were no stones to be found nearby.

There are all kinds of specifications of rough stones, which have great value and small value. From the point of view of smashing people, it has to be the size of a basin with the highest value.

If it's too big to lift, it's not going to work, it's too small to be lethal, and it's not good to throw it out. Don't look at the size of the original pile, but there are not many rough stones exposed on the surface. Those who fit together have been thrown out, and if you want to find the right one, you have to flip down.

Taking advantage of the miners' efforts to find stones all over the ground, the six Jindan monks successfully crossed the blockade line and surrounded Yang Palace without stopping.

The long stick in Yang Gong's hand swept one after another, but a Jindan monk found the gap, and a dagger slashed his ribs at close range, and the blood flowed like a torrent of blood.

Yang Gong staggered under his feet, and involuntarily retreated onto the original stone pile, and several Jindan monks did not give up and chased after him.

Yang Gong laughed secretly: Finally going to die, right?

Unexpectedly, there was a shout behind him, which was Wu Qingshui's voice: "Dasha! Squat!"

Yang Gong subconsciously felt a hurricane whistling overhead, and when he raised his eyes, a rough stone the size of a water tank flew past his scalp, smashing it into the midst of those Jindan monks, wrapping five people and rolling away, bringing out all the way blood red.

Finally, the original stone of the water tank shattered after crushing countless small rough stones and spirit stones on the ground, and in the smoke and dust, a large piece of fiery red spirit stone slowly took shape, which was the unique light of the best spirit stone of the fire line!

Yang Gong smiled bitterly: "Two stupid!

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