One man, one donkey, watching the battle.

People are calm, donkeys are calmer than people, and they are all watching.

Just look.

Fang Yin still stepped forward, after wiping away the cold tears.

He looked at it coldly, motionless.

The battle was unprecedentedly fierce!

It's just that there is one more person and one more donkey, and it is more or less not a thing.

"Uhh

The man did not move, like a piece of wood. Nor does he speak, like a mute.

More like a fool, stupidly watching-

Someone is stupid.

How to fight, how to be awkward! If you are distracted, how can you kill!

When swords fight each other with life, the line between life and death, the most taboo is distraction.

It's like one more, no, it's two spectators, talking and laughing and sitting there watching with melon seeds, the tragic and generous battlefield of the battlefield of fighting for their lives-

Hard, as a play!

And this is clearly not a play, but it has the feeling of being a play, which is very bad.

Slowly, slowly, everyone's hands and feet have slowed down.

It's like slow motion.

When I suddenly realized it, I raised my sword and gun suddenly!

But when he saw the other party, he was also surprised, looking at himself with an unfamiliar face and unfamiliar eyes.

-- What are you doing?

-- This is murder!

But why fight? But why kill?

-- Think about it.

I thought of the reason, but I also lost my sharpness and courage. The four wails and screams were terrible, the blood was hideous and dazzling, the broken skin, the flesh turned out, the tendons and broken bones. Those who know are their own brothers, and those who do not know are also the brothers of their opponents, those who are crippled, those who are wasted, and those who bury themselves in the loess and disappear silently. When the boiling blood is cooled, when the frenzied mind is cleared, there is only endless chagrin in the heart, and there is emptiness for a long time.

Don't fight. Don't fight.

Only two of them are still fighting fiercely, fighting viciously, fighting bloodily without distractions, the master of the Fan Gate! The leader of the left gang! Do your best, never stop dying! One of them roared loudly, his double hooks opened and closed widely, and the other of his face was like sinking water, his long sword was flickering, and the two of them fought out real fire, and both of them forgot about themselves! If it is said that the two of them were old acquaintances, and in the past, they were also well water and did not interfere with river water, how can they hate each other and fight each other at this time? It is also helpless, I have to say! The True Dragon Sect is the True Dragon Sect, which has deprived these two small gangs of a place to settle down, and if they have no place to stand, they will be destroyed in an instant!

In this world, there will be only one gang.

True Dragon Cult.

Look at the person on the other side, look at the head of his own house, the slightly cooled blood is boiling again, and the slightly relaxed nerves are tense again! Clenching the blade in his hand, his heart is ready to move, the bloody breath has not yet dissipated, and the smell of gunpowder is strong again! Kill! Kill! The matter has come to this, where is there still a way out? The dead brothers cannot die in vain, and the blood that has been shed cannot be shed in vain! The Great Wind Gate and the Haisha Sect are already inseparable after this battle, and the hatred cannot be dissolved!

Someone roared: "Kill—"

"Kill, kill—" The crowd shouted, and in the blink of an eye, there was a battle again!

Fang Yin shook his hand, and an object broke through the air silently and fell far away.

"Boom!"

There was a loud earth-shaking sound, and it was the earth's shock! It seemed to be thunder on the flat ground, and the eardrums were shattered! Before I could be frightened, a wave of heat rushed to the ground, and the face burned and I lost my mouth and nose! For a while, some people fell to the ground, and they could not be stunned and looked at it in horror! However, when they saw that black smoke was billowing and mixed with the noise of dust, a big tree "clicked" and slowly fell down, and sporadic flames were scattered on the scorched black earth, and countless leaves and grass stems were still flying all over the sky.

"Fire Thunderbolt!" One of the people in the exclamation raised his eyebrows and shouted angrily, it was the master of the Fan Gate: "Zuo Lao'er, how can you be vicious!" But seeing the Zuo gang leader's brows furrowed, looking left and right: "Don't talk nonsense! This is not what I sent, hey, you are-" Suddenly stunned at the same time, the two of them spoke in unison, it was the two of them who didn't see the person and the donkey under the fierce fight, and now they finally found the uninvited guest of Daoist Fang: "Who are you?"

The man was dressed in a blue and gray road suit, with bast shoes and white socks, and he was clearly a stranger.

Fang Yin smiled: "I lost it." ”

The left gang leader stepped forward and held his sword, his face was not good: "Where did you come from? Hmph! Are you going to die!"

The master of the Fan Sect pulled his hooks back, and his eyebrows were raised: "Boy, don't be nosy, otherwise you will die without a place to be buried!"

"One bite to death, one bite to death!" Fang Yin shook his head and sighed: "One is injured and dies, one is bleeding to death, two old people are not dead, and death is not far away!"

"Where is the junior?" the two of them shouted angrily together, and both grabbed it: "It's so presumptuous!"

The hook is shining, the sword is shining with cold light, a pair of blades are imminent, Fang Yin's body is immutable, only his mouth moves: "Well, that person told me to be nosy, and that person also told me to be nosy, you say-" On the side, Enah had already gotten up, staring at the dusty place in a daze, looking panicked. Fang Yin shook his head and sighed: "Anyway, everything is idle, anyway, I am also an idler, a person who can't be idle, it's okay to be nosy." ”

Lazy and lazy look, I don't know whether I am dead or alive, the master of Fanmen, the leader of the left gang, is too lazy to be angry with him.

One word: get out!

Two words: fuck off!

Three words: Roll the calf!

"If there is something to discuss, why fight and kill?" Fang Yin smiled: "My name is Fang Yin, I won't leave." The Zuo gang leader sneered: "It's not easy to say, this will teach you!haha!" Fang Yin grinned, and pointed at it: "Speaking of rolling, yes, yes, you can come!" "Yes, yes, shout loudly, if God helps! Lie down on the spot and roll on a lazy donkey, the posture is wonderful and standardized!"

"You!" The left gang leader originally pulled up the long sword, and his heart was on fire for a while: "Boy, do you want to die!"

"Hey—" The Fan Sect Master let out a long sigh and turned to walk away. As they spoke, everyone had already stopped their hands and divided them into two places, each inspecting their own injuries and bandaging their wounds. There were those who wailed, and there were those who wept, and most of them were silent, and people died on both sides. Someone was crying: "Door master, door master, look at you!" Someone was crying out: "Helper, helper, he! he! he—" The left gang leader also sighed, ignored him, and turned to walk away.

People are idlers, but things are not idle.

The two of them understood in their hearts, and everyone knew in their hearts, that today's events were irreparable, and that the two sides would be enemies of life and death, and that they would have a deep enmity in the sea of blood! Wrong! Wrong! There is no coming day, and today is the time to end! Quan took a break and took a breath, and then there was another fierce battle, either you died or I died! Today, the two sects will finally decide to fight each other, because this is the moment of life and death, just because people have died, they will not stand together!

It's a knot, a knot that can't be untied, a dead knot.

Blood debts and blood are repaid, lives and lives are offended, and most of the grievances and grievances in the rivers and lakes arise because of this.

This is the rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes are the rivers and lakes of the people of the world, and the disputes between the rivers and lakes do not only exist in the rivers and lakes.

Just as Taiping Town is called Taiping Town, it is not peaceful.

There were more than 100 people in the field, thousands of relatives and friends, even if all of them died here today, this battle would be endless.

Ripple to future generations, future generations, generation, generation, generation.

This world is not peaceful, and it has never been peaceful.

Tai ping.

It's people who are not at peace.