"Mr. Fei, after the fast sword, I am cultivating the heart sword. "On the boulder, Dugu Feiyun Road.

Ah Fei held the sword in his hand and did not speak. Ah Fei only makes a sword.

"Feng Shaoxia, looking at my heart sword, it is a little dangerous. Feng Shaoxia is careful. Dugu Feiyun smiled and said to the wind without a trace.

Then, Dugu Feiyun came out of the sword.

Dugu Feiyun only made a sword.

The direction in which this sword struck was not directly facing Ah Fei. The place where the sword stabbed was at least three feet from Ah Fei's side.

When Dugu Feiyun came out of the sword, Zhu Fuliu was running in the sea of grass. Du Wenwu was holding Yan Ruhai, not far behind Zhu Fuliu, stepping on the road that was stepped out by Zhu Fuliu.

The eyes of the three of them never left Dugu Feiyun. They already knew that Dugu Feiyun had always been the first to strike.

They all saw Dugu Feiyun's sword. Because, Dugu Feiyun's sword is not fast at all. Not only not fast, but slow, very slow. It was so slow that even the trajectory of Dugu Feiyun's long sword could be seen clearly.

Zhu Fuliu's footsteps stopped. He froze in place. Because, as long as he takes one step further, Zhu Fuliu will step into the most dangerous, painful, and most unreminiscent Shura Hell he has ever experienced.

At that time, Zhu Fuliu was not the big catcher of the head of the six gates of the Beijing Division.

At that time, Zhu Fuliu was just a small catcher with more than ten brothers under him.

On that occasion, Zhu Fuliu took all his dozen brothers to ambush a notorious murderer.

That time, Zhu Fuliu and all his more than a dozen brothers fell into the trap of that murderer.

That time, Zhu Fuliu, along with his brothers, was imprisoned by the murderer for thirty days.

In the past 30 days, Zhu Fuliu and his brothers have not seen a grain of rice or a drop of water.

For the first three days, the murderer had paid no attention to them.

On the fourth day, when Zhu Fuliu and his brothers had begun to become dehydrated, the murderer appeared. He dragged one of Zhu Fuliu's brothers out, slit the throat of Zhu Fuliu and his other brothers in front of Zhu Fuliu and his other brothers, and drained his blood.

A whole basin of blood.

Then, the murderer put the basin of blood in front of Zhu Fuliu and his other brothers, and walked away.

On that day, no one touched the basin of blood. Zhu Fuliu and his remaining brothers swallowed the tears and the blood biting out of their mouths and persevered for a day.

On the fifth day, the murderer reappeared. He repeated what had happened the day before.

Another large basin of blood was placed in front of Zhu Fuliu and his remaining brothers.

On that day, one of Zhu Fuliu's brothers almost couldn't help but drink the blood in the basin. Zhu Fuliu and the other brothers held him down. They agreed that even if they died, they could not drink the blood of their brothers.

On the sixth day, the murderer came again. He put another large basin of blood.

That day, someone finally drank the blood from the basin. The extreme dehydration had already sent several of Zhu Fuliu's brothers into a frenzy. When they drank a few mouthfuls of blood and were slightly sober, they knelt down in front of Zhu Fuliu, vomiting while desperately slapping themselves like madmen.

That day, Zhu Fuliu still didn't drink blood. Although he was on the verge of falling unconscious, he held on to his limits.

On the seventh day, the murderer did not come. In front of Zhu Fuliu and his remaining brothers, there was only half of the blood left from the previous day, which had begun to smell fishy and smelly.

That day, Zhu Fuliu didn't know if he had drunk blood. He was already unconscious.

On the eighth day, when Zhu Fuliu woke up, he had one less brother. In Zhu Fuliu's mouth, there was a strong smell of blood. In front of him, there was still a small half basin of blood. There was blood in the corners of each of his remaining brothers' mouths. It wasn't their own blood. It was blood from the basin. It was their brother's blood.

On that day, Zhu Fuliu, who woke up again, was stunned for an hour. No matter how his remaining brothers cried in front of him, kowtowed in front of him, and slapped themselves in front of him, Zhu Fuliu just didn't move. He was like a living dead, without any reaction.

An hour later, Zhu Fuliu finally moved.

The first thing he did was take the blood basin in front of him and pour it until he couldn't pour a drop anymore.

He then handed the blood basin in his hand to his brother.

On that day, Zhu Fuliu and all the remaining brothers drank blood. They were all satisfied. They poured themselves full with the blood of their brothers.

On that day, none of them were human. They are wolves. A pack of wolves to live. A pack of wolves that want to live and bite people.

That day, neither Zhu Fuliu nor his remaining brothers spoke. They don't need to speak. They are ready to drink blood. He drank the blood of his own brother so that he could go out alive and eat the flesh of his enemies.

It's a pity that when they want to drink blood, they don't have any blood to drink.

For the next three days, the killer did not show up.

On the twelfth day, the murderer finally came again. He dragged one of Zhu Fuliu's brothers out.

Zhu Fuliu and the rest of the brothers all looked at him with indifferent eyes, waiting for him to let go of this brother's blood.

The murderer did not bleed.

In front of Zhu Fuliu and his other brothers, he cut off the limbs of Zhu Fuliu's brother who was dragged out.

Then, he threw his two arms and two legs in front of Zhu Fuliu and his other brothers.

On that day, Zhu Fuliu's remaining brothers all knelt in front of Zhu Fuliu and begged Zhu Fuliu to strangle them to death. They even started pinching. They begged their brother to strangle him.

None of them succeeded. They didn't have enough strength left to strangle a single person.

That day, Zhu Fuliu was also stunned for a while. But he wasn't in a daze for as long as he had been three days ago. He watched as his brothers grabbed each other's necks, and one by one they collapsed to the ground, crying bitterly.

Then, Zhu Fuliu grabbed an arm. He tore off a piece of flesh with his teeth. Then, he handed his arm to one of his brothers.

For the next three days, the murderer did not show up again.

On the sixteenth day, the murderer came again. He was carrying a knife and came.

Zhu Fuliu's brothers, there are seven people.

One of Zhu Fuliu's brothers took the initiative to crawl towards the murderer. He did not want to drink his brother's blood any more, much less to eat his brother's flesh. He would rather be bled dry and have his limbs cut off, and use his own blood and flesh to keep his other brothers alive.

The murderer didn't kill him. He didn't kill anyone. He just threw the knife in front of Zhu Fuliu and his brother. Then, he stood where he was, looking at Zhu Fuliu and his brothers with a sneering expression.

Zhu Fuliu and his brothers both crawled towards the knife. They crawled towards the knife with all their might. They all want to grab the knife.

I wish the deepest foundation of the willows. So, he snatched the knife.

The first time Zhu Fuliu grabbed the knife, he stabbed the knife at himself.

Zhu Fuliu failed to stab himself to death. One of his brothers grabbed his hand and snatched his neck to the knife.

The murderer took the knife and left the body of Zhu Fuliu's brother.

On the twentieth day, when the murderer reappeared, he saw a mutilated corpse.

This time, the killer threw a knife as usual.

Zhu Fuliu's brother has one less.

Subsequently, the murderer took the knife again.

After that, he was never seen again.

On the twenty-sixth day, when Zhu Fuliu woke up, another of his brothers fell in a pool of blood. His left wrist was bitten to the point of a bloody blur. The corners of his mouth were full of solidified flesh. It was his own flesh and blood.

On the thirty-first day, Zhu Fuliu was rescued. The people of the Six Doors found Zhu Fuliu and his remaining four brothers.

After being rescued, one of Zhu Fuliu's remaining four brothers cut his neck with a knife on the seventh day, one went insane ever since, and the other exited the six doors without a trace.

The only ones who remained in the six doors were Zhu Fuliu and one other person.

Zhu Fuliu and his remaining Six Doors brothers never mentioned the matter again. The six door people who found Zhu Fuliu back then never mentioned the scene they saw back then.

In the next five years, Zhu Fuliu almost didn't dare to close his eyes. As soon as he closes his eyes, he will think of his brothers, and he will think of that Shura hell.

Until five years later. Until Zhu Fuliu finally caught the murderer.

After catching the murderer, Zhu Fuliu didn't tell anyone. He didn't even inform the brother who was still behind the six doors.

He imprisoned the murderer in a place known only to himself.

He went to see the murderer every day.

He fed the murderer the most beautiful, healthy, and nutritious food every day.

He went to bite the murderer every day. After the bite, he would give the murderer the best gold sore medicine.

When Zhu Fuliu went to bite on the first day, the murderer laughed.

When Zhu Fuliu went to bite the next day, the murderer sneered.

When Zhu Fuliu went to bite on the third day, the murderer gritted his teeth.

When Zhu Fuliu went to bite on the seventh day, the murderer began to beg Zhu Fuliu to kill him.

Zhu Fuliu didn't kill him. At least, Zhu Fuliu didn't kill him so quickly.

He imprisoned the murderer for thirty days.

Thirty days. Thirty mouthfuls.

On the last day, after taking the last bite, Zhu Fuliu ripped off the murderer's heart.

With that heart, he called the brother of the six doors.

He didn't say anything, just showed him the heart.

The six-door brother didn't say anything. He took the heart, bit it down, and swallowed it bite by bite.

Since then, Zhu Fuliu finally did not wake up several times every night.

However, at this moment, here, when Zhu Fuliu saw the sword stabbed by Dugu Feiyun from a distance, in front of his eyes, his brothers appeared again, and the Shura Hell appeared again.

I wish the willows, sweating profusely, and being stunned.