Tens of thousands of soldiers rushed into the future without fear of death, and for a time the dust rose together, and the sound of killing was repeated, and the momentum was huge.

Seeing this, Lu Yan said angrily: "All the Yulin guards are rectified here, I'll wait to fight for a while! Li Yun Qinchuan Flying Sword, don't be idle, kill it!"

Lu Yan took the lead, flew forward directly and faced tens of thousands of people without fear, his hands were open to killing, the power of the domineering fist was vividly displayed by Lu Yan, and every punch was broken and killed by about 100 people!

Li Yun saw Lu Yan shoot and also pulled out his double knives and rushed to the battlefield, Qin Chuan drove a horse and charged with a gun, and the flying sword picked up a long sword to charge, Wu Lin dismounted and fought on foot, a Qi Mei stick was amazingly powerful, and more than a dozen people vomited blood and flew upside down to death when a stick was hit, and the power was amazing!

The strength of several people is first-class, the number of people on the battlefield is dense, and the power of Lu Yan's boxing is even more prominent, more than 100 people are flying with one punch, and the people in the rear are all affected by it, and they are shocked to numbness, and their footsteps are unconsciously regressing, but it is also difficult to escape Lu Yan's boxing skills, at this time, it seems that Lu Yan is single-handedly fighting the whole army, and the remaining people who are lucky to not die are killed by Li Yunfeijian and others, cutting the grass and eradicating the roots.

Even in the midst of hatred and killing, there is still something worth living for. A beautiful encounter, or the presence of something beautiful. We depict hatred in order to depict something more important. We depict the curse in order to depict the joy of liberation. Someone once said that we are taught to remember thoughts, not people, because people can fail, they can be arrested, they can be killed, they will be forgotten, but after 400 years, ideas can still change the world. I've seen the power of the mind with my own eyes, I've seen people kill in its name, or give their lives to preserve it, but you can't kiss the mind, you can't touch it or hold it, the mind doesn't bleed, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't have love. The world is white, only I am black, the people's livelihood is miserable, if he Momen's mastery is not attacked, eight vertical and eight horizontal, and love Ping's life, the soldiers, the killing game, the child's play, the victory or defeat, the impermanence of life and death, and the prudence of life and death. Within five steps, 100 people are improper, ten years of sharpening swords, a lonely chivalrous road;

In fact, don't challenge or test human nature lightly. Human nature can't stand that. What it needs is preservation, leeway, pushing, covering. If you poke it with a single knife, it will be full of flaws. Don't try to crush anyone. Only a truly strong heart can withstand authenticity and killing. If you have mercy, be kind and accept the weakness and darkness of your heart.

I am willing to brush off the glory of my life, and I will talk to you hand in hand. I am willing to take off my edge and spend the years with you all over the world. I wish to go away with a lifetime of romance, and wish you a thousand mountains and twilight snow to live forever. I am willing to wash away the killing, and share the pillow with your white head and the old man. I am willing to bury a season of flowers, and you should be enchanted with red makeup. I am willing to let go of a hatred and swim side by side with you in the world of swords. I am willing to pour out a wisp of Sanskrit incense, and exchange you for no worries in your life.

Du Fu's poems fully express this matter, there is a beautiful woman in the first generation, living in the empty valley. From Yunliang's home, scattered by grass and trees. Guanzhong was in turmoil, and his brothers were killed. No matter how high the official is, he must not accept the flesh and bones. The evil of the world declines, and everything turns with the candle. The husband is light and thin, and the newcomer is as beautiful as jade. When the dusk is still known, the mandarin duck does not sleep alone. But when I saw the new man laughing, I heard the old man crying. The water in the mountain spring is clear, and the water in the mountain spring is turbid. The maid sells the beads back, and the thatched hut is repaired. Defloration does not insert hair, and the cypress picking is moving. The weather is cold and the green sleeves are thin, and the sunset leans on the bamboo.

Those who know how to kill have never doubted the meaning of it. After carefully weighing its value, the side of the scales was chosen. The other side should be left empty, so kill. Killing, killing, continuing to kill. Yes, that's right. In order to save the majority, someone must sacrifice. If there are more happy people who are guarded than those who are unhappy, then the world is closer to being saved, even if there are countless corpses under their feet. If there are lives saved by this, then the most important thing is the lives that are guarded.

A weak national character is the root of all evils, which will lead to a series of the most shameful and unforgivable evils: not wanting to forge ahead, sitting back and watching the sky, losing power and humiliating the country, ceding land and paying compensation, betraying and surrendering, and bowing down to the subordinate; the people being killed, trafficked, enslaved, and discriminated against; and the nation being recastified, cultured, surnamed, and identified. Countless ancient farming peoples in the world have been ruthlessly eliminated by the cruel world because of their weak character.

Drama, murder is just a play, yes! Write a death script for hatred! How gorgeous, how brilliant! And it's not killing, it's just a play!

In the first life, I searched all the graves, not for a long sleep, but to get close to your decaying face. In the second life, I stayed by the Lethe River, not for reincarnation, but to meet you on the way. In the third life, I killed and drank blood in the dust, not to become a demon, but just to be able to look at me in the blood rain. In the fourth life, I wrote thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, not to be the emperor, but to see the complicated world with you. In the fifth life, I set foot in the chaotic war, not for the spread, just for you to meet the prosperous world of the south of the Yangtze River. In the sixth life, I have recited all the scriptures and thousands of volumes, not to become a Buddha, but only for you to live a stable and safe life in this world. In the seventh life, I passed by Jiangnan Rain Lane, not for intoxication, but for dreaming of returning to Zhouzhuang to get married to you. In the eighth life, I played the Guyuan pipa solo, not for my confidant, but for Gusu to be drunk with you. In the ninth life, I am not a chess game for Yi's life, not to change my life, but to tie the red rope with you forever. In the tenth life, I drank wine and slashed my sword, not for the waves, but for the bright moon and sky with you.

If you want to protect the people around you, if you want to live in this cruel world, naivety is useless, words are useless, fantasy is useless, the only thing available is to reveal your true nature, kill!

There is no real salvation, only total killing – when you are trying to save someone, you are killing, when you are killing, you are really killing, because – the world needs to be saved, and there is no salvation without killing.

If the killing of ten lives and ten lifetimes is over, maybe the moment he closes his eyes, the dream that used to appear in front of his eyes again, the sky is full of fluttering cherry blossoms, like snow flying, the water under the trees gurgling, and the faint petals fall to the surface of the water, and go with the waves. He smiled shallowly, this scene made him feel so unreal...... He stretched out his hand again, and the petals that came with the wind gently fell on his palm, soft, tender, and with a faint fragrance, this time, the petals finally did not disappear. There was no blood, no killing, no strife, only - flowers and water. The flowers and water that have passed through the darkness...... It's on the other side...... It's close, it's close......

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