Invincible little uncle

Chapter 105 109. Although there are tens of millions of people (fourth)
Xia Guang watched the Chinese leader with the broken arm leave, and the latter was just taking this opportunity to stand, otherwise the two would really fight to the death?
As for the two divine beads that will eventually fall into the hands of the other two Yang demons who are about to participate, "Jin Duanshui" and "Xue Baiyi", they will continue to play the role of heroes to conquer themselves, until according to the agreement, through these two divine beads. It caused a bloodbath that swept across the entire rivers and lakes, and even gradually pulled in all the surrounding areas.

This was the plan of the Yang Demons, but not Xia Guang's.

He looked at the gray sky. He didn't know if such intensive killings would attract the attention of Heavenly Dao. After all, he was standing in the devil's camp now. After a long time, there might be changes. After all, devils are not fools.

silent.

Contemplative.

Looking at the sky getting darker, the spring rain, regardless of the chaos in the world, still enveloped the entire Jiangnan, urging the blood on the ground like a red snake's gossamer, wriggling and spreading everywhere.

King Shenwu bowed his head, his black hair was wet on his forehead and cheeks, he stood quietly in this world that seemed to have become a sea of ​​​​blood hell, his expression was deep, and he did not look like a boy at all.

If it is other wealthy children, I am afraid that they are still studying hard in various sects at this age, or reading aloud in the school, waiting a little nervously for the spot check by the master, or they are wandering dudes, indulging in fireworks and willow lanes, spending a lot of money just to listen little song.

But he can't.

He is the King of Divine Martial Arts of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and he wants to stand up for the world in this turbulent wind and rain, stabilize the turmoil, and then live a peaceful and leisurely life, accompany his relatives, and raise children.

He is not a Ranger.

Not heroes.

Not a Taoist tirelessly seeking longevity.

Nor is it an emperor who plays tricks and fights for hegemony.

In fact, although he didn't say it, he already made it very clear in his heart.

The reason why Buddhas and demons hand over, the reason why they play this kind of ritual, the method of being dark under the lamp, is nothing more than fear of the eyes in the sky, let's say it is the way of heaven, this is a manager.

According to the original plan of the Four No Words, they are all to stir up the original chaos in this world, and their personal actions are really pitiful.

And that Zena magic thought pretended to be the national teacher, fanned the flames, threaded the needle, but did not directly kill the king of a country, and even in the end, it was just a hidden curse that was pinned on the original weak constitution of the person, which can be regarded as adding insult to injury , Only then did he kill Brother Huang.In other words, Fengyue Zena's evil thoughts did not act personally.

What does this mean? This means that the way of heaven does not allow it, or that this matter has already touched the bottom line.

Xia Guang is very clear that he is now standing in the camp of the four silences, and everything he does, even if traced back to the source, is attributed to the approval and approval of all the four silences.

Therefore, he committed massacres, crossed the thunder pool, and at the same time sent 27 guards to lurk quietly, heading towards Luluo Temple and other temples.

Burn Buddha statues.

There is one Buddha in one courtyard.

You have to cover it up, but I want to tear off all the shady things.

The young man showed a smile that was not warm, stepped on the white bones of the world, held them up and fell to the sky, it was like misty rain embroidered with cow hair, warm and not like the coldness of the north.

Keng.
Fang Tian's painted halberd sank, and King Shenwu moved.

He touched the ground with his toes, like a swimming dragon, one step was tens of meters away, and the flowers bloomed on the Moshang. Although the impact was fast and fast, it was so gentle that it would not destroy the flowers along the road.

Too much weight weighed on him.

Compared with the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, the status of this little Shenwu King can hardly be mentioned.

Kowtow in front of the Buddha, regardless of whether you are a prince or a general, you are all treated equally.

How many different heads are there when the demon starts to kill, the hand raises the knife and falls?
The general situation has changed, the gods have abandoned, and the ghost has come, but the world is sleeping and only one person is awake, half mad and half demon.

It's not asking for help, but I just hope that the fish caught will not spit out human flesh, and I just hope that after dozens of years, my descendants will not live in a world of killing that only hates.

There are no eggs under the nest, so take advantage of this time to poke a hole in the world.

He faced the wind and rain silently.

Carrying a halberd.

Whether it is seven killings or greedy wolves, whatever is recorded in the history books of future generations, let him go.

On Jiangnan Road, there are [-] pavilions and pavilions, all in the mist and rain. The man carrying a long halberd and a coffin is incompatible with all these pictures, but the gentleness between his eyebrows and eyes is somewhat picturesque.

There are dozens of miles of streets and alleys, hundreds of thousands of righteous heroes, demons and heretics, or rushing out with a sword, carrying a gun and shooting a volley of killing stabs, or one after another with vicious hidden weapons, turning into a heart-wrenching scene in the dark. The small arrows, one after another.

Nothing more than killing.

Go all the way, kill all the way.

The ancient chivalrous man killed one person in ten steps, but now he kills ten or a hundred people in ten steps.

Dyed crimson like a devil.

The giant python with gold thorns on the robe has long since become a robe stained with red rouge and blood, and its face can no longer be recognized.

Kill the silent road.

After placing the golden coffin, King Shenwu suddenly stopped and jumped into a lonely boat. The Huangpu family is located in the middle of the lake, so it is best to find a small boat if you want to go there.

But the boatman on the boat was obviously also a member of the rivers and lakes, and when he saw someone coming, he was also stubborn, gritted his teeth, and scuttled the boat directly, spitting "don't even think about it".

Nearly a hundred painting boats and lone boats by the lake all sank one by one.

Xia Guang shook his head, he was not angry, he had killed enough, and there were not a few tough ones, he just held the halberd, bent down and placed it on the lake surface that was surrounded by misty rain and rippling circles.

The hard-boned boatman just sneered. He put life and death aside at the moment he was digging the boat, and now he laughed even more: "Even a stone will sink if it is placed on the water. I am afraid that you, the Great Zhou Shenwu King, have a real brain." Is there a problem?"

However, the halberd did not sink into the water.

And if a leaf floats, the young man in the blood python robe just flicks his fingers lightly, and Fang Tian's painted halberd is rippling away towards the distance, breaking through thousands of ripples, and he is already several meters away in an instant.

He stood up from the ground, like the wind, the blood on the robe dripped all the way, like peach blossoms blooming in the water, and in an instant, those pitch-black leather boots were already trampling on the floating Fang Tian's painting halberd above.

Misty rain trace after trace, the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful.

The blood-stained bridge and the flowing water destroyed hundreds of boats, but on the vast expanse of West Lake, people with disheveled hair walked alone with the long wind, going to the feast that no one invited.

The boatman's eyes widened into copper bells, and he sat down in the mud in fright, his calloused hands fell into the mud puddle with a clatter, his eyes just followed the boy's back, and then went further away.

Isn't this son a fairy?

But why was he covered in blood again?

Just like in the ancient tales, the demon with flames burning all over his body, but with fluttering white clothes, left the world alone, and left the dust.

An incomparable sense of contradiction filled the boatman's heart.

It seems that good and evil, gods and demons, cannot freeze the picture of this moment.

He is him, there is no one before or after, and there will be no such person in the world.

Villager Zhuge, sitting on the island with his boy Jiang Tianshui, the killing array has been arranged properly, and if he doesn't wear Lu Jin at the end of the crossbow, even if this King of Martial Arts is really a devil, he still needs to fold here today.

The No. [-] Huangpu family also has a very rich heritage, and strong men, masters, and heroes gathered here from all directions, vowing to use this island as beautiful as ink in the center of the lake as a grave to bury the devil.

There is no wind and cloud in the sky, just a misty light rain.

In the distance, standing on Fang Tian's painted halberd, the solitary figure was like an immortal, when the tip of the halberd touched the sand in the shallow water, King Shenwu stepped forward with one step, and with a casual move, the halberd stained with clear water responded start.

Looking outside the ancient courtyard house, a group of heroes wearing bamboo hats to cover the rain stood in a row, their murderous aura was so high that even the air was stagnant, even the wind and rain stopped for a while.

King Shenwu wiped the rain from his face, and asked gently: "I heard that the most beautiful and beautiful flowers in this river and lake are from the first family born in the center of the lake. .

Presumably, you will not disappoint me and return home, right?
For the abruptness, forgive Xiao Wang for taking the liberty. "

After finishing speaking, there was a hearty laugh, and the whole person dragged the great halberd that had broken through thousands of troops and killed ten thousand people like a low-lying black dragon, and walked quickly towards the unknown group of heroes ahead.

kill!

Although there are tens of millions of people, I am going.

　A promise is a thousand gold, and the fourth watch will be delivered. . .

　　According to the plan, this one will be put on the shelves later. . .

　　No matter, burn it, Xiaoshui╭(°A°`)╮

　　
　
(End of this chapter)