[No pop-ups.] Xiong Wei saw the old monk walking up, and hurriedly returned the salute, saying, "Amitofu,"

Cold-blooded looked at it with disdain, there was still no blood on the cold face, only some dirty blood condensed from the forehead to the face,

Leng Xue picked up a handful of snow from the ground and wiped it on his face, his face was wiped clean, the snow in his hand was sticky with grains of blood, and the white snow flakes instantly turned red.

Cold-blooded held the snow slag mixed with blood in front of the old Shaolin monk, and asked coldly: "What kind of world is this, what kind of flower is this, can you restore it, can you make this snow still snow, still so white?"

"Amitofu," the old Shaolin monk let out a long sigh in a heavy voice, and his voice dragged on for a long time, "In your eyes, this snow has been stained red by your blood, and you think he is red, but in my eyes, even if you dye it red with more blood, he is still white and flawless,"

"Hahaha," cold-blooded white glance at the old monk, and let out his goosebump-sounding laughter, he turned around, with that kind of evil smile on his face again, squinted at the old Shaolin monk, and said disdainfully in his heart: It's these painless truths again,

The old Shaolin monk saw that the cold-blooded did not speak, always looked at him with bad intentions, he saw a murderous aura that could not be ignored in his cold-blooded eyes, he sighed again and said: "Amitabha, emptiness is color, color is emptiness, red is white, white is red, everything in the world comes from dust, a hundred years later"

"I'm sorry," cold-blooded couldn't listen anymore, interrupted the old monk's words, and scolded, "Old monk, that's a good word, according to what you say, we are all from the dust, then I'll let you go into the earth first today,"

Cold-blooded laughed and smashed the blood-stained snow in his hand at the old monk, his eyes glowed red, and he shouted: "Return me to the throne,"

The old monk hurriedly dodged the blood thrown by the cold blood and moved to the side,

Cold-blooded eyes narrowed, between two fingers, holding a flying knife, "whoosh", and flew towards the old Shaolin monk,

"It's not good," Xiong Wei shouted, and with a wave of his fingers, a stream of sword qi quickly flew out from his fingertips, accurately hitting the cold-blooded flying knife,

Cold-blooded turned his head to look at Xiong Wei, squinting his eyes, his palms opened, his fingers moved slowly, making a sound of "click, click, click", bone movement, he slowly tightened his fists, his fists were clenched tightly, as if there was something in his hands, he wanted to pinch them to death to relieve his anger,

He turned around, looked at Xiong Wei and said, "Xiong Wei, why are you ruining my good deeds?"

"Cold-blooded, the world is big, why should you be obsessed with what you can't get," Xiong Wei's forehead was wrinkled, and his entire forehead looked like a "small" word was engraved,

Cold-blooded raised his hands over his head and shouted loudly: "Fart, that's what you think I can't get, I don't think so, this is what I deserve,"

He pointed at Xiong Wei and said viciously, "It's you,"

After he finished speaking, he turned around again, pointed to the old Shaolin monk and said, "It's you,"

After he finished speaking, he turned around, pointed to the others and said: "It's you, it's you, it's you, it's you, you who are full of truth, on the surface you have been chivalrous all your life, but in fact, you don't know what you have in your stomach,"

The more cold-blooded he spoke, the more angry he became, and the more he spoke, he said: "You people here, the heads of various sects, you dare to pat your chests and say that your positions of heads fell from the sky, if so, let you abdicate like this, will you have no resentment in your hearts?"

Hearing this, Xiong Wei looked at the people around him, everyone looked at each other at the people in their own sect, and then at other sects, and the expressions on their faces were strange.

Xiong Wei "chuckled" in his heart, his heart was mixed, he couldn't tell what it felt, he smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, rivers and lakes, rivers and lakes,

"This throne was originally mine, I deserve it, how much hard work I have paid for this throne, do you know, take 10,000 steps back and say, even if this throne is not mine, if the capable person occupies the throne, I can't grab it,"

With his hands on his waist in cold blood, he continued to scold: "Since ancient times, Yao Shun Yu has been in the throne, Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty, overthrew the tyrannical Qin rule and established the Han Dynasty, and Li Shimin, Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, won the throne that originally belonged to his brother by the change of Xuanwumen,"

"Even if these are thousands of years ago, my founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang also drove out the Yuan soldiers and established the Ming Dynasty,"

"Now that the Ming Dynasty is in danger, even if I am not the prince, why can't I lead my people to overthrow the Ming Dynasty, regain the throne, and drive out the Qing soldiers,"

Cold-blooded, he opened his hands, looked up at the sky, and shouted loudly: "Give me back the throne, return my throne,"

His voice pierced through the sky and shook the earth, and his shout seemed to shout out all the grievances, pent-up pain, and grievances in his heart.

Secretly, again and again, he warned himself in his heart that I must take back my throne, take it back,

Xiong Wei listened to the cold-blooded words, and suddenly became very worried in his heart, what the cold-blooded said was good, in fact, who can be the emperor and what, the most important thing is to keep the Ming Dynasty, so that the people can avoid the suffering of war, and live a peaceful and happy life.

He thought about it and looked at the cold-blooded again, and secretly asked himself in his heart: Let the cold-blooded be the emperor, can he really do this?

There was silence among the people present, and the snowflakes fell quietly, and fell to the ground one after another, and as soon as they fell, they melted into the snow, and I don't know whether they turned into water or ice.

"Cold-blooded, you don't use righteousness to cover up your selfishness in wanting to seize the throne, you clearly want to seize the throne yourself, with the help of royal forces, dominate the rivers and lakes, you" A person in the crowd suddenly stood up and said,

"You shut your foul mouth for me," cold-blooded threw a throwing knife at him, and said loudly, "Since you want to get in my way, then only I can take it back,"

"Come on," looked at Xiong Wei in cold blood, "whoosh", and a flying knife shot towards Xiong Wei quickly,

"Cold-blooded, don't continue to be a lackey of the Jurchens, wake up," Xiong Wei jumped, and the cold-blooded flying knife flew under Xiong Wei's feet, hit the wall of the Great Wall, and fell deep into it,

Cold-blooded didn't listen to Xiong Wei's words, walked over slowly, looked at the flying knife nailed to the wall, and pulled it out.

"Hehe, just this broken wall, can stop Nurhachi's iron horse, Xiong Wei, you have to wake up well, you help me take the throne, okay," cold-blooded said with the flying knife pulled out of the wall,

"You are a lackey of the Jurchens, you are betraying the Ming Dynasty, how can you be obsessed," Xiong Wei also looked at the cold-blooded, I really hope to be able to wake up the cold-blooded,

"The Jurchens helped me take the throne, and the Jurchens are my dogs, do you understand," cold-blooded shook the flying knife a few times in front of Xiong Wei,

Xiong Wei pointed the divine sword at the cold-blooded and said: "The Jurchens want our country, they are slaughtering the people of the Ming Dynasty, the Jurchens have come in, and they don't even have a country, what kind of throne do you sit,"

"This," cold-blooded was stopped by Xiong Weidao, and paused, "If the Jurchens don't fight, I don't have a throne, and the Jurchens come in, and I don't sit on the throne,"

Cold-blooded raised his head, let the snow fall on his face, and it didn't take long for cold-blooded to become a snowman standing on the snow,

The air also condensed at this time, everyone looked cold-blooded, just now he was a madman, and now he suddenly quieted down and didn't know what he was going to do, everyone quietly clenched their weapons and waited,

"Wow," cold-blooded suddenly shot out dozens of flying knives, hitting everyone, the heroes were shocked, and they showed their weapons one after another, "Bang, bang, bang," the sound was endless, and the heroes were all connected together, rushing up to the cold-blooded,

"Hahaha," Cold-blooded suddenly burst into anger and let out a terrifying laugh, "Come on, as many as you want, come all over, I want you to know what kind of person is worthy of the position of the leader of this martial arts alliance,"

Xiao Wuming was the first to rush up, raising a hollow iron rod and smashing it at the cold blood, followed by countless martial arts people, swords, guns, sticks, and sticks smashed into the cold blood together,

On the other side, the Qin Demon also raised the qin and rushed up, and behind him, Mo Shou and Bai Attack, Miaobi scholars and some martial arts people also rushed up.

Xiong Wei held the divine sword, watching the Wudang fellow Dao who came up one by one rushed towards the cold-blooded, and the cold-blooded could be put to death, but this is just momentum, what the cold-blooded wanted was this kind of momentum, he just wanted everyone to lose in his hands,

The swords of a group of Taoist priests in Wudang had already pierced the cold-blooded brain, and the cold-blooded didn't even blink their eyes, "Ah," the swords of the Taoist priests were blocked back in the cold-blooded shouts, and the Taoist priests didn't see how the cold-blooded shot clearly, so they were beaten back several steps,

Seeing the surprised faces of all the Taoist priests, Cold-blooded looked at it with disdain, raised his head, shook off the black brocade robe, and the snow on his body fell one after another.

All the Taoist priests, look at me, I look at you, gathered together again, and besieged in cold blood, Xiong Wei raised the divine sword and rushed up, "bang", Xiong Wei heard a sound from his divine sword, the sword in the Taoist priest's hand slashed from top to bottom on his divine sword, and was interrupted by the divine sword, cold-blooded I don't know when to jump to the other side "hehe" laughed and watched,

The few Taoist priests under the Wind Scar Dao Leader looked at Xiong Wei hatefully and said, "How did you assassinate you, you didn't stab you to the point of cold blood, so that you cut off our sword,"

Xiong Wei raised his sword to take a look, jumped up on the top of the Taoist priest's head, and flew over to pounce on the cold blood,

Cold-blooded raised his head, waited until Xiong Wei's sword stabbed in front of him, shook the black brocade robe, moved slightly, and Xiong Wei stabbed the air with a sword,

Xiong Wei jumped down gently, and before the person could fall and stand firm, all the Taoist priests stabbed him from behind the cold-blooded back.

Cold-blooded raised the black brocade robe, stretched out one foot and swiped on the snow, a strong wind came out, all the Taoist priests hurriedly shrank their heads, the wind passed over their heads, cut off the headscarf on the Taoist priest's head, the hair fell down, everyone's faces changed abruptly, and hurriedly retreated,

"Hahaha," a cold-blooded man stood on the snow, letting out a wild laugh,

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