The strongest cheating student

Chapter 154
With an arm broken, you still want to kill Han Wudao?Is it possible?If it was really possible, Uncle Zhao wouldn't have to die so tragically at the hands of Han Wudao.

Therefore, after being hit by the divine cauldron of the heavenly way to create a highly poisonous, wait for the heavens to clean up these garbage, relying on their own powerful power, follow the righteous path of the world, so-called executors of the law sects of the Eight Desolation Pure Land, and those garbage civil servants on the earth What's the difference? It's fine if you don't work for the benefit of human beings, and you're still oppressing the ordinary human beings below.

"Give me the antidote, give me the antidote..." Before he threw himself in front of Han Wudao, the other party felt numb and weak, like a dead dog, fell to the ground and couldn't even get up, stretched out his long hand , Asked for medicine from Han Wudao who was seriously injured and vomiting blood.

"Haha, old dog, weren't you very good just now? Aren't you very powerful, aren't you invincible? Wait and slowly be poisoned to death by me." Han Wudao clasped his right arm tightly with his left hand and laughed loudly: "Come on, come on, beg me, beg me, give me a few chuffs, old dog!"

At the same time, the Heavenly Dao Divine Cauldron in Han Wudao's body used a little divine power to help Han Wudao repair his fractured right hand.

In the words of Tiandao Shending, fortunately, it used some ore source mother's power to temper Han Wudao into copper skin and iron bones, otherwise, the palm just now had already shattered Han Wudao's arm bones. Even if you want to repair it, you can't repair it. Maybe in the end, you will have to cut off an arm.

In Han Wudao's current situation, only the arm bone was broken, not shattered. With the power of the Heavenly Dao Divine Cauldron, it is believed that Han Wudao will recover from his fracture in a few days.

"Pfft!" The strong man fell on the ground, spit out a mouthful of black blood, and fell to the ground, unable to lift up.

"I hate, I regret..." Before one of them died, he couldn't even think about it. He would die at the hands of a young martial artist with nine levels of strength. Like Uncle Zhao, he hated himself for being careless.

Originally, Han Wudao wanted to count all three of them, and planned to exchange his serious injuries for the lives of the three martial saints, but this tall and thin old man was fighting with Zilan and the others, fluctuating, which made Han Wudao helpless. Count him up.

I have to say that the strength of the martial saint is really strong. Sister Zilan and Master Lin are the second and third ranks of the martial sect, and they also master powerful martial arts. Severe injuries, with many cuts on her body; especially Miss Zilan, her clothes were torn in several places, leaving wounds one after another on her snow-white skin, and blood oozed drips, which made Lin Dashuai feel his heart beating. Blood, not excitement.

"Han Wudao, be careful!" The injured Zi Lan saw the tall and thin martial sage attacking Han Wudao, and saw the Gu Pu in the martial sage's hand turn into a sword light and shoot at Han Wudao's back.

It would be strange not to kill the past, Han Wudao killed his two old friends, no, three old friends, or the elders of the Eight Desolation Pure Land Fayu Sect, listen carefully, they are elders, not ordinary disciples, their identities, whatever One is the overlord, the strong, the existence of authority.

Han Wudao is injured like this now, no matter how strong he is, he can't be any stronger, now he runs towards Xu Shijing, if he really dies under this Martial Saint Sword, then Han Wudao's Heavenly Dao Divine Cauldron in Han Wudao will take away Xu Shijing, and Xiang here Come over to Xiayu and the others.

Just when Han Wudao sacrificed the Heavenly Dao Divine Cauldron in his body, he hadn't had time to put Xu Shijing inside, looking at the person in front of him with tattered clothes and snow-white complexion, there was only an exquisite hood left to support her body On the peak of the same level, regardless of the shoulder straps that did not fall on the shoulders, he rushed towards Han Wudao, and blocked him at the fastest speed.

"Pfft!" A flying sword pierced Xu Shijing's heart.

"Xu Shijing?"

In an instant, Han Wudao's slightly injured left hand caught Xu Shijing who had been pierced by the long sword. He wanted to put her into the Heavenly Dao Divine Cauldron, but he didn't expect that before he could take her in, she foolishly blocked the blow for herself. a sword.

At this time, Xu Shijing's snow-white body was covered with fresh blood. The crimson blood not only splashed out from her heart, but her beautiful mouth was coughing up crimson blood. pierced.

"Am I very useless, am I stupid, knowing that you don't love me, knowing that it's impossible, I'm still so stupid to step into this river of love...cough...cough cough...Student Han Wudao, Can you kiss me again, if there is an afterlife, let me be your lover, okay...

"It's going to be okay, it's going to be okay..." Although Han Wudao has no love for her, only friendship, but the current situation really makes him feel uncomfortable. flow out.

"Are you crying for me? Do you still have me in your heart, but you still dare not accept it? Cough, cough..., don't be sad, please don't cry for me, I don't blame you, I don't hate you...

Xu Shijing was seriously injured, so injured that she couldn't be saved. Don't think that she was just pierced through the heart by a long sword. The important thing is that this sword carried the true energy of a martial artist, and a wave of true energy was in her heart. Her pulse was shattered, but Xu Shijing had some strength in her lungs, and said the love in her heart to a boy in the same class in front of her.

His eyes were quiet, looking at Han Wudao with guilt, watching Han Wudao's lips slowly approaching her, kissing her...

It's a pity that Xu Shijing didn't see it at the last moment, and couldn't feel the tenderness on Han Wudao's lips anymore, because she had already died, and the bloody hand that touched Han Wudao's face was unable to fall to the ground; what was left, It's just that Han Wudao's lips were imprinted on the red lips of Xu Shijing who died, and what remained on Han Wudao's lips+lips, apart from a little bit of lip fragrance, there was a strong smell of blood.

"Very touching scene, very infatuated person, tell me, should I kill all the women here, make you miserable, and then kill you slowly." The tall and thin old man behind him moved his right hand forward Zhang, the simple long sword stuck in Xu Shijing's heart, flew back to his withered old hand in an instant, saw several young girls in front of him running towards Han Wudao, who was covered in blood, and saw a bronze dragon floating in front of him. ancient tripod.

When he saw the small, blue-glowing ancient cauldron appearing on Han Wudao's chest, his eyes revealed a pair of greedy eyes. He could be sure that this was not the Taoist soul, but the ancient scriptures recorded in his sect's ancient books. A magic weapon, a magic weapon that can be put into the practitioner's body.

"Pfft, good thing, good thing, I didn't expect it to be lost for thousands of years, and there has never been a magic weapon reappeared in the world for ten thousand years." He knew very well that ancient scriptures recorded that a group of emperors appeared ten thousand years ago. There is a thing called a natal magic weapon in his hand, which can be put into the body, and its power is extremely powerful.

But those legendary magic tools disappeared as they stepped through the empty ruins, and no one has seen them again, until today, until now he saw this kind of heaven-defying thing.

He was sure that the death of the three old friends at the hands of Han Wudao was probably related to this small bronze tripod.

With five fingers on Han Wudao's left hand, the bronze floating in front of him instantly turned into a huge square tripod, with an elephant on one side, a dragon on the other side, and flower and bird totems on the other two small sides; the simple and simple patterns make it look very old, flashing A bright divine light shines from these ancient totems.

Then, Han Wudao grabbed one foot of the bronze tripod and threw it at the third-tier Martial Saint:

"Old ghost, die to me, I will kill you."

　The author Senge, I feel very wronged today. I bought a wardrobe for my brother-in-law and sister-in-law yesterday, and I was scolded by my wife. scold me.It is said that the main engine is hung on the outer wall, there is a lot of dust, and maintenance is difficult; it is ridiculous, the new machine has not been installed, and the maintenance problem is said, and the outer wall needs to be decorated, and I don’t know how many years it took to decorate the outer wall; buy an air conditioner and let the old man first Say it in a year or two, and you will be scolded like a dog.You say that I am a cheap person, a natural born cheap person; to be honest, I really want to smash it with a hammer, and then I can go home by myself.

　　
　
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