From the time of the king's birth, assassins were also born.

The difference in status seems to be two kinds of people, but in history, they often end up in the same book.

Have you ever dominated the world? Have you ever been worthy of the world and your heart?

Have you ever looked down on life and death, but have you ever turned the tide?

When that terrifying roar sounded, Rao is Xie Hui also showed a look of surprise on his face.

Previously, a wave of dead soldiers had leaped out from under the platform like a school of fish, fighting endlessly. They dared to attack the most terrifying underworld giant in the rivers and lakes with a formation of more than a dozen people, and they already had the heart of death.

However, compared to the dead soldier who broke through the plank and crashed straight at Xie Hui's feet, their consciousness fell one step further.

When he was born, he was destined to die, and though he died, he was still alive.

The audience was silent, and the roar was even more terrifying.

However, before this roar faded from the night sky, another terrifying scarlet broke out on the stage, with a terrible sound, almost tearing the night apart.

Hunting Fire Dance, the whole black cloud was like a gathering fog, and it was licked out of a gap by the surging tongue of fire.

"Kill!"

The charred figure appeared on the high platform, covered in fire, and the torch in his hand had already turned into a flaming sword.

The remnants of the dead gathered in the same direction, and their movements were uniform, and they quickly routed the few men in black who were defending there.

They roared and rushed forward.

The fire was like a torch, and they were like moths, rushing forward and backwards towards the inevitable end.

knew that the road ahead was death, but no one flinched.

Their pupils burned with flames not inferior to those of the burning man, and their screams soared into the sky.

The black-robed man who had pinched off the heads of the two dead soldiers before screamed badly, and hurriedly blew up the soles of his feet, rushed behind those people, and formed claws with his palms, hooking the necks of the last two.

With a crisp crackling sound, the two lives dissipated in an instant, but the others did not have the slightest intention of stopping.

In the distance from the high platform, the lights of a building are extinguished.

Yuwen sat alone in the dark pavilion, his hands were clenched unconsciously, the tea cup shattered, and the broken porcelain pierced into his palm, and the blood was dripping, but he still didn't feel it.

Even Xie Hui, who had been sitting at the summit of these two rivers and lakes for forty years, at this moment, there was an extremely rare look of horror in his eyes.

Such an assassination is unexpected. The most ruthless part is digging into the ground.

There is no ground to collapse under his feet, and it is impossible for Xie Hui to have wings, how can he escape from such an encirclement?

The tongue of fire almost licked his old face, and a few strands of withered gray hair were immediately charred to ashes.

"Helmsman pay attention!" the tall man who was carrying him also showed a fierce look on his face. In the face of such an opponent, it is time for him to shed his blood for Xie Hui.

He reached out with a fist the size of a bowl and slammed it into the chest of the burning man in front of him, almost blasting half of his torso away.

A pungent smell of burnt gas was in the air. Not only the body of the person in front of him, but also half of his arm was also swept into the flames, and his muscles and blood exploded.

The qi that escaped from this punch also completely made the entire high platform unbalanced. A masonry bracket in the corner of the platform was bent over, and the loud noise was deafening.

Like a waterfall falling beads, the nearly one-person-high platform collapsed, the gravel and sawdust rushed to the face, and the leftovers of the half were buried in ashes in an instant.

Xie Hui and the stout guard's bodies also fell off the table at the same time, and their bodies were swallowed by the dust.

At this time, this scene is quite ironic when you look at it.

The unbeatable underworld has fallen into the pit, but the dead man who destroyed the ground beneath his feet is still standing.

He was covered in fire, his skin was as black as charcoal, and he could no longer see his human form, except for two rounds of shiny deep-seated eyes, which shone brighter than flames.

As early as twenty years ago, the leaf-making iron-clad army that swept through Mobei believed in such a proverb.

Don't say that the iron clothes protect my bones, and I cast the iron clothes with my bones.

With bones as clothes, he worked hard to die, and even if he broke his bones, he also had the right to change clothes.

Looking at the pit beneath his feet, the man who was close to hell let out a disdainful laugh, revealing a row of charred teeth.

"Don't be afraid of loneliness, Huangquan Lu Yao, Lao Tzu will go with you!"

He threw the blazing torch into the pit.

Then he himself bowed his back, mobilized the last trace of strength in his body, and leaped forward.

He turned into a meteor that lit up the night and disappeared in a flash. With a loud thud, it smashed into the dusty pit.

The A-characters of the Black Cloud Society were stunned for a while. The dignified helmsman was actually stuffed into the ground under a circle of guards.

Their stunned stunned minds only lasted for a short moment, but it was enough for the remaining Leaf Makers to break through their defenses and rush towards the fire pit that was gradually burning.

They took off their robes, and the people found that their filthy garments were covered with piles of hay. If you look closely, you will find that even their bodies are covered with pitch-black oil.

Hide your outfit just so you don't startle the snake.

At this time, the trap was completed, and there was only one thing left for them to do, which was to completely press the dead and unfrozen poisonous snake to the bottom of the smoky pit.

All the living leaf-making dead men rushed towards the three-foot hell without the slightest pause.

There was no trace of hesitation or retreat on their faces.

Obviously, there is purgatory ahead.

It is obviously a complete darkness, an abyss where hope can no longer be seen.

But they didn't stop moving.

It was not until this moment that Dongfang Lianmo, who was standing in the audience, realized what kind of consciousness these people came here with.

There is no such thing as nine deaths and one life, there is simply no life at all.

They did not hold the consciousness of mortality, but accepted the consequences of mortality.

There was no chance of survival, and everyone was destined to die here tonight, in the pit that was spraying billowing sparks.

With the remnants as the guide, the holy flame shines on the world, burning the evil of this world, and burning the black clouds in the sky.

The bodies of the leaf-making dead were engulfed in flames one after another, and the oil ignited the hair and skin of their bodies, emitting a gruesome sound

The ignorant karmic fire jumped several feet high in an instant, and the dazzling light flame illuminated the night as bright as day.

The heat wave on his face was almost suffocating, and the crowd close to the platform hurriedly retreated, and even the A-characters of the Black Cloud Society were forced to retreat a few steps by this scorching heat wave.

In the dark pavilion, Yuwen, who had always watched all this from afar, hung alone, and suddenly shed a tear.

It's worth it.

Whether in the past or now, the sons and daughters of the leaves have never disappointed him.

It was also the closest he had ever come to seeing them.

No one retreated, no one failed to do their duty. They knew that there was a desperate death in front of them, but they resolutely threw themselves into the flames with vigorous vitality.

Have mercy on the world, and there are many sorrows. Blessing all things, only light.

Looking at the raging flames, there was a person in the Black Cloud Society, and suddenly burst into laughter.

Yuwen was lonely and his heart tightened. The many martial arts people who circled around the audience were also shocked and held their breath.

The laughter was old and desolate, and it lasted only three or five breaths before it disappeared, but it was enough to say a lot about it.

Yuwen sat in place in a daze, only to feel that a basin of cold water was poured on his head, and his lungs were completely cold.

Double reed play.

Dongfang Lianmo can arrange a stand-in, and of course Xie Hui can.

It's not that Yuwen Guhang didn't expect him to do this, but this is already his only chance, and if he doesn't succeed, he will become a benevolent.

When the circle of black clouds guarded his stand-in, he clearly did his best, and the nine-foot King Kong even did not hesitate to trust his life and death with him.

But that wasn't Xie Hui's real body.

"It's hard to ......"

A terrible thought came to Yuwen's lonely heart.

Nearly 10,000 people in the martial arts were silent, and the ruins of the collapsed platform were also silent.

Everything in front of him was far beyond the expectations of the fake Dongfang Lian Mo.

Yuwen gritted his teeth and said, "Even the guards who entrust their lives to themselves don't want to tell the truth?"

A man dressed in black slowly lifted his mask.

The frost and snow are all over his head, and his face is like dead wood, who is not Xie Hui.

Fang had experienced the line of life and death, except for a few sudden laughs, his voice was as calm as ever: "Have you seen it? So far, do you dare to say that he has nothing to do with leaf making?"

For a while, no one thought about how to answer, even the fake Dongfang Lian Mo himself was at a loss.

He didn't even know where these dead men came from, let alone defend himself.

The black-robed man who killed the most soldiers smiled cruelly, showing his white teeth, his long thin fingers curved, and walked towards Dongfang Lian Mo from afar.

Even the invincible fake Dongfang Lian Mo hurriedly shouted: "Stop, don't go forward!"

The black-robed man showed a playful expression, his footsteps did not stop, and a bloody murderous aura rose around him.

The two were only ten paces apart.

Fake Dongfang Lian Mozheng didn't know what to do, and the audience didn't know where, and suddenly shot out a surging green flame, heading straight for the black-robed man.

An angry look suddenly rose in the black-robed man's eyes, and he was forced to stop and use the murderous green flame to dissipate.

Yuwen Lonely stared wide-eyed: "What!"

Two eager shouts rang out from the audience.

"Young master!" "Don't go!"

Almost at the same time, a dark shadow rushed up the collapsed platform.

The black-robed man raised his eyebrows: "You are?"

The man in front of him, judging from his age, was no more than thirty years old, his face was still full of immaturity, wearing a leather armor of the guards under the Eastern Lian Mo, but a ball of green flames was beating in the palm of his hand.

This kung fu made the black-robed man stunned, and he put away his thoughts in his heart, and asked with a cold face: "Descendants of the Liao family?"

Yuwen's heart was beating wildly.

I only heard the man say in a deep voice: "Who am I, I can't even tell myself, you don't have to worry about it." ”

The black-robed man snorted coldly: "Since that's the case......"

"But if you want to move Dongfang Lianmo, you should ask my opinion first!" Li Shun yelled.

The black-robed man was stunned.

"I still have a lot of things to ask him, and I don't allow anyone to do it in front of me...... Kill such people!" ()

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