Jiang Xiaobai missed one step, and these swords that burst out thousands of feet narrowly passed over his body.

The slightest hint of intent that burst out made his blood stiff and a little necrotic.

"So fast, so ruthless,"

He looked at the place where the strong man, who had turned into powder, had just stood

Jiang Xiaobai first lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and then made up his mind.

"It's not me, I can afford to mess with it now,"

This sword qi can almost be compared to a true fetus that has been refined, and even has the great power of the true body level.

Although the name of this world is 'Wu', the level of power is far beyond this boundary.

Of course, this is also the boundary that Jiang Xiaobai vaguely defined in his heart.

A sword splits the sea, a sword shatters the sky, stretches out a hand to shatter the void, and a punch shocks the heavens!

This is called martial arts!

Another path that was almost different from the way of gods and demons made Jiang Xiaobai interested.

He looked around and looked at the traces of the sword qi around him.

"Let two people who are so different fight each other,"

He touched his chin, which was lightly fluffy, indicating his age.

"Hey, hey, there's a catch,"

Jiang Xiaobai didn't care what the dead were big, or rather, even the seventy-two Underworld Domains were in front of him, and they flickered one by one.

In His eyes, the dead are just another beginning, or even the end, of life.

When he came to the place where the man was standing, he saw broken steps all over the ground.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, a rag fell on his hand, and a picture scroll floated on it.

"It's not easy to mess with,"

This body moved suddenly.

............

Water Village!

Tens of thousands of people in the water village, stretching together.

In this village, the strongest person is Qiu Zeng, who is known as the iron palm.

Qiu Zeng was born in Confucianism, and he was a Confucian righteous Xuangong, but he was separated from the cardinal, and walked out of the fierce and uncast palm all the way, opening mountains and cracking stones, invincible.

As a result, he was a Confucian miracle, but he became famous as a prison in Taihu Lake.

The 36 villages of Taihu Lake Water Prison are all used to mine blood ore on the seabed, so as to form it.

The labor employed in it is the most heinous prisoner, the type of prisoner, the type of prisoner, the type of death that is not a pity.

This Qiu Zeng was originally a Confucian disciple, but he was deposed because of criminal affairs.

I came to this water village and became the owner of the village, a cell head in the actual sense.

At this time, the night moon is shining.

Qiu Zeng calmly held the scroll in his hand, his eyes were different, and he seemed to exude strong confidence.

A third-rate, a master on the verge of a second-rate realm, no matter where he is, is enough to be called a hero.

Qiu Zeng is obviously not, he is complacent with his own force.

This former Confucian disciple has ditches in his chest and naturally has big ambitions.

"Someone ......"

He is far away in the big tent, and he can also be familiar with things that are miles away, like palm lines.

Rumble!!

Qiu Zeng's body moved suddenly, and the big tent seemed to be put away and closed. The body is like a god, exuding a fierce aura.

His kung fu is obviously on the verge of being second-rate, and he wants to condense the Dragon and Tiger Jindan and complete the sublimation of life.

Therefore, in one step, he stepped thousands of feet away, a few miles away, and under his feet, it really seemed that he could reach it in three or two steps.

Touch!!!

As soon as the soles of his feet fell, countless dust splashed up.

Qiu Zeng's martial arts are extremely strong, and they seem to be thrilling.

The waves were choppy, and he stood on the shore, indifferently looking at the blood stains on the ground, and the murderous intent suddenly rose in his heart.

"Interesting, someone came first,"

He put his index finger and middle finger together, picked up a rag, and seemed to smile rather than laugh.

"It's a little bug in the water village?"

Qiu Zeng muttered.

"The traces here, the martial arts are not weak, and they are an opponent,"

Martial arts masters, looking at the strength, can only be figured out in person.

Just in the face of the traces of the scene, you can see seventy-seven-eighty-eight, and even more than watching it in person.

Rumble!!

Qiu Zeng waved his robe, and one after another, like a dragon, flew around the turn.

"Uninteresting ......"

True qi penetrated into the sleeves, and the sleeves were cast in time, as if they were cast in copper and iron, and there was a tearing whistling sound in the void.

............

Vertical sun, early morning,

A team of sailors, a total of seven or eight hundred, stood on the seashore for two.

"Quick, quick,"

A strong man, with his head held high, with a whip on his hand, fierce and terrifying.

Jiang Xiaobai stood among the prisoners with low eyebrows, and there was a taste of light and dust.

In a short time the prisoners were divided into 120 groups, each of which consisted of 10 men.

Began a day of hard work, or rather, endless hard work.

The team members assigned to each day are different, and as much as possible, we can eliminate the possibility of signing up for the group and establishing a small hill.

It's just that among them, there will inevitably be some disclosures.

A rough mine prisoner, with a strong body, movement and breathing, and powerful viscera, showing the terrible physique of this prisoner.

"Boy, Lao Tzu is the foreman, do you have an opinion?"

The coarse mine prisoner strode towards Jiang Xiaobai, who bowed his head and was dull.

He was accompanied by several other scoundrels who were also broken-skinned.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are dogs, you can't change eating!

A group of people report to the group to keep warm, this is the instinct of human survival, and it is not something that anyone can subconsciously suppress.

These men are either robbers who rob homes and houses, or thieves who commit adultery and plunder.

Anyway, they are not good people, or in other words, good people will deteriorate sooner or later in this cannibalistic water village.

"No opinion," Jiang Xiaobai said with a smile and a warm voice.

"Hahaha,"

The man laughed wildly, and even attracted the attention of several teams of patrol soldiers.

Of course, this is just watching, without special background or means.

These soldiers are all better than less than one thing.

In other words, none of the prisoners here are innocent.

It can't be said that all of them are extremely vicious, but if nine out of ten people are killed, one person will definitely slip through the net.

The man waved his hand boldly and said, "Since you have no opinion, as a junior brother who has just joined the gang, you should know how to do this?"

Jiang Xiaobai smiled: "Of course I understand, of course I understand,"

The man with strong black hair on his chest next to him also smiled and said, "Hahaha, boy, are you very good, you will be covered by our brothers in the future,"

"These eight hundred miles of water village, who dares to bully you, tell Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu can't kill him,"

As he spoke, his fan-like palm fell down and pressed on Jiang Xiaobai's shoulder.

Jiang Xiaobai was still smiling, and said: "The eldest brother is really bold, the younger brother is really inscribed,"

"Even the younger brother's part, the eldest brother has contracted, the younger brother really admires,"

"Huh?"

The laughter of these men suddenly stopped, like male ducks.

When are we going to help this kid work?

You must know that the blood mines dug up by the prisoners every day are required to have a number, and if the number is wrong, the punishment is extremely harsh.

I want to talk about "The Age of the Gods of the Flood Wilderness" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~