A sword stabbed out, and the ink black toxin was stained with blood, and it immediately spread.

Ling's frightened hand was like an iron tablet, and he swept with his backhand, but Xia Wuwu had already retreated sharply.

"Why?" he clutched his chest, revealing a hint of incomprehension.

--- can you read your mind and know what I think?

Xia Wuwu also squinted, this sword that was supposed to pierce his heart, but it didn't seem to work, in other words, the future terrifying general in front of him, his heart was not on the left.

Now that I've seen the dagger, I really don't have much to say.

He didn't answer, and he used the body technique in the sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits, and the shadows were full of shadows and ethereal.

The darkness with a fishy black light had accumulated under his right hand.

He doesn't stab, he's stabbing when he can.

Ling hurriedly clicked on a few acupuncture points on his left chest in horror to temporarily seal the veins, but the numb and swollen pain came from the wound continuously.

--Damn, it's poisonous. Is this kid really still terrifying? The poison was so strong that half of my body was unable to move.

Yes!

Ling Horror didn't want to be slaughtered after all, the five fingers of his right hand were put together, and a hard and vicious token phantom appeared.

He knew that he only had one chance to make a move, no matter what, he needed to quickly remove the poison and heal his wounds, otherwise the poison would attack his heart, and no one would be able to save him.

At this desperate situation, he was ready for his strongest blow so far.

People in the rivers and lakes have always had only one way to save themselves.

The green shadow flickered, Xia Wuwu dragged the cyan cloak, turned into a shocking shadow, three steps and two steps, and in an instant, he was in front of him.

Ling grinned in horror and said in a shocking voice: "Brothers are like siblings, and women are like clothes." If you like red men, I'll give you a few days to play. ”

He was talking nonsense, but he was used to distracting his enemies with words.

So his words were not finished, and with a smile on his face, the right hand that had accumulated strength had already been waved out.

"The general sweeps away a thousand troops!"

An extremely cold, cauldron swept from the bottom up.

This style is definitely not something that Ling Wei can resist, no matter what adventures he has, in a short period of time, it is impossible to resist the general's order of his full force.

Xia Wuwu smiled coldly, the ink sword was sideways, slightly tilted, and then it was plunged into the ground, forcibly stopping his sprinting posture, moving sideways, and dodging the general's order infused with the power of a desperate blow.

Rumble!

The general's order was shot into the air, and a terrifying explosion was made in the air, cutting through the wind and clouds, and the air flow was surging.

Xia Wuwu moved quickly, slashing the horse's legs with his sword.

Ling lost his balance and fell hard, barely able to stand up, but could no longer stand up.

This blow had almost exhausted all of his strength, unless he really didn't want to live anymore, and mobilized the remaining trace of true qi that protected his heart's veins to continue the fight.

The horses wailed beside him, and in the light of the deep winter, they looked very miserable.

Xia Wuwu was not in a hurry, and slowly approached, also sitting down cross-legged, just when Ling was frightened and thought he was going to say something.

The latter directly transported his true qi, and an inky mountain of shadows and fire appeared on the back of his right hand, and he suddenly shot out the poisoned sword.

The black sword pierced directly through the head of the future terrifying general, thrust in through the middle of the shiny bald head, and the brain burst like a broken egg yolk.

Ling was just staring at the mountain shadow on the back of his hand, his pupils widening in shock and disbelief.

No one knows how many things were going through his mind at the moment he died.

Was it amazed by the mountain that emerged, or was it a fatal blow with precision?

But the dead are no longer worth thinking about.

It was only at this time that Xia Wuwu said the first sentence: "When you die, I can speak with peace of mind." ”

"Now if you want to know anything, just ask, I know everything. ”

He suddenly smiled and patted his head, and said to himself: "Look at my memory, you are dead, how can you speak?"

"Why don't you say it... Anyway, I know almost all the things you talk about with your sister-in-law on weekdays... Hmm, Ling led the team in horror, fought a bloody battle to Zhu Ge, and then was injured and lost part of his memory, how can this be concealed in the past, right?"

"You have bad intentions and bad intentions, do you really think that I am a fool who doesn't understand anything?"

Xia Wuwu stared at the bald head in front of him, which was almost his own shadow, and had a feeling that he was falling to the ground, after all, it was too similar.

"It's a bit weird to destroy your own corpse. ”

But how to deal with it?

Chopped up and fed to pigs?

Or do you want to find a place to bury it?

It would be nice if there was a bottle of corpse water!

After thinking about it, the former's plan is more reliable, but it is too difficult to implement, after all, where to find pigs? The most concise is the third one, but the corpse water does not exist.

Therefore, Xia Wuwu randomly found a wasteland and began to bury the body.

When he digs up the ground...

Then he was stunned, because there was already a skeleton crawling with maggots in the soil.

The world of bandits is full of graves.

But in this way, he was more relieved, and after slightly processing the facial features of Ling's terrifying corpse, he buried the great general who could once be a generation of heroes, covered it with some soil, and then placed the bones on top of the soil to form a tomb within a tomb.

After filling in the soil, he found some mud, bark, and stones, and treated the ground to make it look "not like it has been turned recently."

Patting the dust on his body, Xia Wuwu stood up, took a deep breath, and touched his bald head.

"From now on, I'm Ling Terrified. ”

Lifting his horse, he put on a sad expression, and after a little groaning, he took the horse by the belly, raised his whip, and hurried back along the road from which he had come.

In the Parting Village, at the fork in the road, the disciples of the Dragon League were waiting quietly.

Until I saw the glittering bald head appear in the red glow.

The bald head had a murderous aura on his body, and when he passed by, he didn't stop, but said in a hoarse voice: "Go from the main road!"

"Where's Ling Wei?"

"He didn't go with you, why are you the only one left to come back now?"

"Yes, big brother frightened, what about your brother?"

The bald tiger's body began to tremble, as if he suppressed incomparable sorrow, everyone could see his clenched fists, and suddenly, he burst out with a loud roar: "Shut up!"

Apparently too excited, he coughed violently.

"The soldier is fast, cough... We must not let down the sacrifice of Xiao Jing! Let's go, keep up, and slaughter those beasts of the Dalian League!"

Xia Wuwu looked excited, and his eyes were full of tears.

The viewer couldn't help but tremble when he smelled it, infected by his mood at this time, and convincing by his look at this time.

As a result, this team, which was still imitating a moment ago, suddenly turned into a mourning soldier.

The mourning soldiers will win.

This miscellaneous squad of the Dragon Alliance turned into a silent green stream, mixed with a murderous aura, and followed the bald head of the leader and galloped towards the golden avenue.

Die.