"Smack!"

But seeing Lu Xiaofeng whipping with his fingers, flicking it lightly, making a neat crisp sound, Gong Jiu's figure trembled suddenly, and he froze for a moment.

"Smack!"

There was another crisp sound, and seeing Lu Xiaofeng's fingers whipping over, Gong Jiu knew that he shouldn't be, but he still raised his chest and met Lu Xiaofeng's whip fingers.

A bloody wound violently tore Gong Jiu's flesh apart, but a pleasant smile appeared on his face, strange and sickly.

Even the child emperor who devoured and killed couldn't help but feel excited, he liked to torture people, but he didn't like to torture himself.

Shaman looked disgusted, and the movement of his hand had slowed down.

"Brother Jiu!" Beef Soup's eyes were complicated, and she muttered, her voice so low that even she couldn't hear it clearly.

"Smack!"

Another whip was whipped violently, causing the air to sway, and bursting into layers of air waves, breaking Gong Jiu's ribs, breaking several stone pillars, and smashing heavily into the ground.

Gong Jiu staggered to his feet, his clothes were in tatters, his hair was messy, and his shirtless upper body was a wound that gradually squirmed, but it was still hideous, almost revealing the intestines inside, his eyes became more and more scarlet and excited, his face became more and more satisfied, and there was a faint trace of shame.

He wanted to fight, and what was left of his sanity told him that he needed to fight back. However, when the next whip came, his body still met it loyally.

"Wow, smack!"

"Smack!"

"Boom!"

“......”

The fine whipping fell like raindrops, and the palace nine balls flew back and forth, without stopping, falling down the wide hall from time to time, hitting the stone pillars from time to time, and smashing into the earth from time to time.

Gong Jiu is getting more and more satisfied, his pleasure is constantly accumulating, constantly rising, almost stunning his mind, so that he has forgotten the dignity of "God", and can only humbly pray for Lu Xiaofeng's constant whipping.

"Don't stop!" he didn't shout, but everyone heard him.

The beef soup had closed his eyes, and he couldn't bear to look at it anymore, but his eyelids trembled slightly.

The battle between the Tong Emperor and Shaman also stopped, one of them froze in place, with a happy and complicated look on his face, and the other slipped away, hiding behind the broken walls, and the rats looked at it carefully, that is, they were ready to transfer, and they hoped that Gong Jiu would be able to come to a Jedi counterattack.

In this battle, there is no suspense after all.

Tongxuan into the Zhao pay attention to the common cultivation of life, the heart and the body are combined, the two complement each other, and one is indispensable.

Su Yu didn't know how Gong Jiu achieved a half-step great master, but he knew that Gong Jiu's martial arts heart was flawed.

In fact, it is not a big problem to like self-abuse, it is also a part of everyone's personality, and it is still the nature of the self, but the premise must be to face up to this personality and face up to one's own nature.

Many people in the Demon Dao have more or less personality defects, or like to kill, or love to set fires, or indulge in narcissism, Gong Jiu's masochistic tendencies are just children's tricks for them, and they really can't be put on the stage.

Because, even if there are flaws in the personality, it does not prevent the demon dao master from achieving the martial arts master, otherwise how did the confrontation between the righteous and the demon for thousands of years come about?

Demon Dao, I'm afraid that it has already turned into the dust of history.

Before achieving the realm of a great grandmaster, every martial arts sect of the Demon Dao must have deeply understood his nature, faced up to his personality, condensed his martial heart into a demon heart, and took the Demon Dao as the martial art, so that he could kill his wife and children without changing his face, and slaughter tens of millions of people without changing his original intention.

This is the path of the Devil's Path!

But this is not the case with Gong Jiu, although he likes and enjoys masochism, but he is unable to face up to masochism and his own personality, but sees it as a weakness and refuses to admit this nature.

Because, he thinks that he is a god, not a demon.

If Gong Jiu can face up to his personality problems and regard them as normal, he will not be moved by the sound of a whip, nor will he be murderous towards Shaman, and should be replaced by a crazy posture of wanton enjoyment and endless fighting.

God and demon were originally opposites, and Gong Jiu, who was originally suitable for the path of the devil, insisted on forcibly holding up the divine seat and claiming to be a god, which left an obvious weakness for his martial arts.

And this weakness was mastered by Lu Xiaofeng.

The whiplash continued, the whip marks on Gong Jiu's body recovered faster and faster, but his skin gradually turned red, and correspondingly, his breath became more and more violent, like a pot of boiling hot soup.

Tranquility and peace have gradually left him, and he can no longer suppress the backlash of martial arts.

Ming Yu Gong is a meditation and tranquility exercise, pay attention to introverted and round, clear thinking, clear as a mirror, Gong Jiu suppressed his own nature with Ming Yu Gong, just like sealing a ball of magma with cold ice, and there will be a moment when it can't be suppressed.

This is the time!

But I saw that Gong Jiu's body suddenly cracked blue scars, connected into a net, twisted like dead branches, constantly expanding, as if the mantle had been cracked, and countless magma that had been boiling for hundreds of millions of years was constantly tumbling and surging, and was about to burst out.

The blue light became more and more intense, Rao is Lu Xiaofeng's realm was profound, and he also felt bursts of intense burning pain, but he didn't dare to stop, who knew if Gong Jiu still had the strength to suppress the breath of the riot and suppress the violent movement of the real force, he could only gradually narrow the distance between him and Gong Jiu in a flash again and again.

The more Gong Jiu laughed, the more rampant he became, his face distorted, and the sticky emanation covered his eyes, but he couldn't hide his pleasure and pain.

He looked up to the sky and roared, hoarse and exhausted.

His path was finally coming to an end! In a trance, Gong Jiu suddenly had this kind of realization.

It's the end of the road!

"Smack!"

Another ferocious whip finger was whipped on Gong Jiu's body, tearing open the wound that had just recovered from the previous one, and pumping it on his spleen, shattering his internal organs.

Gong Jiu suddenly stopped roaring, raised his head, and looked at them fixedly, Lu Xiaofeng, Su Yu, Beef Soup, Sha Man, Tong Huang, and even the unknown soy sauce crowd - Wang Sanhe, all the living people present, none of them were missing.

Although he couldn't see his face clearly through his messy hair, everyone knew that he could see himself.

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes were shocked, thinking that Gong Jiu still had strength left; Shaman's heart was tight, more fear than nervousness; the beef soup was complicated and indescribable, and joy and heartache were entangled; the child emperor was frightened, and his hands and feet trembled into chaff; Wang Sanhe didn't know why, he looked at Su Yu who was supporting, but he didn't get a hint, and finally glared back; Su Yu was expressionless, as if he was glad and pity.

"Come!" Gong Jiu said, unclear, and his eyes suddenly became clear.

What's coming? Will he fight again? Does he still have the strength to spare? Or is he pretending to be provocative and wanting to have a good time? Or is Ming Yugong so magical that he can even suppress it when he goes mad?

Everyone's beliefs changed, but only Lu Xiaofeng, who was standing in front of Gong Jiu, understood.

He walked up slowly, and pointed like a sword, pointed like a jade rhino, and gently pointed at Gong Jiu's eyebrows.

It is indeed walking up slowly, just like an ordinary person who does not know martial arts, but the fingers of the horn of the spirit rhino are extraordinary.

With this finger, Lu Xiaofeng tried his best, his fingers were calm, the jade light was condensed and simple, and a circle of extremely subtle, but not negligible black ripples were vibrated in the movement, which was the space that was shaken.

Gong Jiu smiled, the corners of his lips curled slightly, he smiled leisurely, and smiled easily, as if he had enjoyed a good show, just like when he first appeared, his smile was confident, but because of domineering.

Just when Shaman thought that this was Gong Jiu's conspiracy, and just when the Tong Emperor was overjoyed, Lu Xiaofeng pointed the spirit rhino in front of Gong Jiu's forehead, touched it lightly, and then separated, not lightly or itchyly, but it shattered his will and broke his soul.

Gong Jiu Qingming's eyes gradually dimmed, like a dry old tree, although it had thick branches and large leaves, and its body was huge, it was already withered after all, and it was unable to support its torso, so it fell down with a bang, and smashed up the dust.

The magnificent blue light around the body quietly extinguished, and it went so suddenly, just as suddenly as it erupted, from heaven and earth, and finally scattered in heaven and earth, the only effect was to burn Gong Jiu's body dry and scorched, and his body shrunk.

But the smile on his lips remained.

He didn't resist, it was really beyond the expectations of Shaman and the Tong Emperor, they didn't know that Gong Jiu also had the courage to face death calmly.

After the shock, Sharman was infinitely surprised in her heart, and suddenly gave birth to a feeling of emptiness, she longed for freedom, but when freedom came, she was a little at a loss, cat-like eyes, with a trace of sadness.

The child emperor screamed miserably, stumbled and ran out of sight, but no one cared about him, the lost dog.

Even Lu Xiaofeng didn't want to dirty his hands because he killed him, not because he boasted of being noble, but because this hand had just killed Gong Jiu.

Gong Jiu is indeed begging for death, but also for a dignity, the dignity of a noble god. At the very least, die like a god.

Lu Xiaofeng understood his words, so he gave him a good time, after all, Gong Jiu finally regained his dignity as a martial artist, even if his dignity was a little too noble, he should give him this respect.

Therefore, he let go of the Tong Emperor, he didn't want to use his talent to respect Gong Jiu's finger and kill someone he couldn't respect, it was a blasphemy to Gong Jiu, and it was also an insult to himself.

"Brother Jiu!" Beef soup burst into tears, even though she couldn't face up to some of Gong Jiu's performances, only she had true feelings for Gong Jiu.

Lu Xiaofeng walked up gently, lifted her ban, and watched her kneel in front of Gong Jiu in a complicated manner, without saying a word.

When the lights go out, at least he needs to leave some time for his siblings to be alone.

"Go ahead. Su Yu patted Wang Sanhe's arm, watching him kneel beside the beef soup anxiously, trying to be sad, and suddenly well-behaved, somehow, a little relieved.

"Can you still move?" Lu Xiaofeng asked, perhaps, they still have a fight.

"It's good to rest!" Su Yu also thought so.

"Actually, you don't have to worry. Sharman walked over with wavy hair, cat-like eyes flashing blue, calm and dangerous.