Invincible little uncle

Chapter 106 110. The small building listened to the spring rain overnight
The blood is boiling, and I feel that life and death have become empty.

The euphorbia dances like a madman, and the sound of the clash of weapons is like a gust of wind and rain, like splashing ink in the misty south of the Yangtze River.

King Shenwu has never stepped into the inhuman realm of the world of mortals, but he used nine layers of peerless true energy to pierce through his already extremely tired hands.

Blocking, swinging, stabbing, shoveling, countless actions in my mind were performed naturally.

It was the same killing at the entrance of Jiangnan Road before.

Killing [-] enemies, if it directly turns into a flaming hell giant, or a ray of mysterious wind that can be glimpsed with the [-]th level of the Eight Desolation Sovereign Divine Art, it is a matter of one breath.

But he doesn't like it.

In the affairs of the world, it is true that the king loses the bandit, but how many people win the world and lose themselves.

What if you're not human anymore?
So, is it still meaningful for you to become powerful?

There are a hundred people with a hundred different answers, but at least ninety of them will say "it's fine if you can become stronger, live longer, and explore more", and nine people are probably pedantic and say something inexplicable Son, the remaining one is either crazy or stupid.

Therefore, no one is Xia Guang, and no one can become Xia Guang.

His answer is simple, two words: no.

Very pure.

Ask again, I just don't like it.

Those are excellent and very reasonable, but if I don't love them, I won't pick a single leaf!

Stepping into the shadow of the sword, light and sword, taking advantage of his drunkenness, he danced Fang Tian's halberd, which was dyed in the clear water of the West, like a black dragon.

The sound of collision, the sound of killing, the sound of shouting, the sound of questioning, wailing, and grief.

Everything belongs to the enemy of King Shenwu of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The long halberd pierced two points, pierced one person's neck again, bled countless flowers, took advantage of the trend, and the crescent moon in the lower half became crimson again, entangled around the whole body, and when it was thrown away with one hand, it turned into three or four. A ferocious black disk with a meter width.

If you look down, you can see that there is an ink-colored flower blooming on the ground, floating in the mist and rain on the [-]th floor in the south of the Yangtze River. Wherever it goes, there are red splashes that are completely unpaintable, like a beauty. Impatiens juice applied on nails.

The improvement of skills is nothing.

Xia Guang, however, was constantly comprehending, hoping to touch the true meaning of "every attitude of the human heart". He recalled the halberd that killed Zenna on Fangqing Mountain.

It's hatred, it's anger, it's human emotion.

So what about this time?
In this wild crowd, how is he?
In the distance, two of the four major killers of the Huangpu family have been dormant among the crowd. Seeing the trance in Shenwu's eyes, they feel that the opportunity has come.

Wuling Tiger was carrying the Ghost Head Saber, sticking behind a master like a ghost, holding his breath, like a dead person.

Being like a shadow is the unique skill he relies on to kill, because if you focus all your attention on the enemy in front of you, you won't pay attention to the enemy's back, and there is still one person hiding.

The arms of Bashan Ape are curled up in the sleeves, which seem to be extremely short, but once it is used, the half-arm dagger can stab two meters in an instant, which is combined with the explosive body technique he practiced "eight steps to catch the cicada".

That's true if you don't move, you kill people with one move, and often the people who deal with it will die under his sword before they are ready to fight.

Even before death, there will be an idea of ​​"how could his sword appear at this time".

This Bashan ape huddled in the stone-blue matte cloak with pockets, using every point of contact to block all the sight lines between himself and the Shenwu King, making himself as low-key as possible, but his speed was getting faster and faster.

It can be said that these two people are really worthy of the reputation of the first family's top killers, each has its own strengths and specializations.

One on the left and one on the right, they walked quickly towards the blood-stained python robe and the red-haired Shenwu King.

click!
Another slit of blood twisted and emerged from the front of a master, and King Shenwu's halberd fell, and with a horizontal dance, he rushed towards the gunslinger in the carved silk bean green gown who was rushing from the other side.

His halberd power had just been exhausted, but new power was born again.

Wuling Tiger and Bashan Ape looked at each other, thinking that this is the right time.

So in the shadow that just fell, a fast, accurate and ruthless blade wind roared, while the other was silent and silent, but it came like a locust, and the stinging one could instantly shoot a short sword nearly two meters away , is ready to go!
"die!"

Wuling Tiger roared angrily, this sound was filled with true energy, it was shocking.

Lurking, the enemy is exhausted, coupled with this deterrence, and this deterrence can better cover the Bashan ape on the other side.

The two cooperated perfectly.

Even experienced veteran legendary masters are doomed.

What's more, he is a mighty king of martial arts.

In your name, my Huangpu family has been pushed to a higher level, and my name as a killer can be fulfilled.

The two killers thought so.

Ghost head knife out.

The short sword is also out.

Then the two killers suddenly felt that the world had become black and white, and their minds were dizzy. When they opened their eyes, they saw the headless corpse, and their last thought was "how does that body look like me?"
However, Xia Guang turned the halberd with an indescribable speed and angle, and the crescent moon screamed, and took away two heads.

In fact, there are many people on the battlefield like these two killers with all kinds of ideas and hidden skills.

There are heroes here, there is no weak hand, and there is no fool.

It can be described as a gathering of true Righteous Path elites.

Compared to them, those who "welcome each other along the road" in Jiangnan Road can only be regarded as younger brothers.

Here are the headmasters of small sects, hidden masters, swordsmen who yearn for blockbusters, young heroes who play swords while drunk, and assassins who are deep in the city.
But they all lead to the same goal.

Dead, it's no different.

However, following the fight, Xia Guang suddenly felt a bit of fatigue, which was the inevitable result of completely suppressing his own strength. Sometimes his manpower was exhausted, and he either surpassed or succumbed.

When tired, it is easy to feel lonely.

Especially when everyone is an enemy, at a glance, they are all enemies who are raising their troops to their own.

Xia Guang suddenly sensed a trace of coldness amidst the loud sound.

Following the coldness, he squatted halfway, performing the "Immortal Guiding the Way" in the original terrifying Wushuang halberd technique, which was to throw the halberd behind him, and then stab at the end, which was the sound of the sword cracking, and then The feel of the meat, and a muffled grunt with a wry smile.

He didn't look back either.

Those who can make him feel cold, come to this rivers and lakes, he is definitely not an unknown person.

Just still dead.

People are dead.

The coldness of that sword disappeared.

However, he still felt cold.

When I looked up, it turned out to be the pattering spring rain and the cold spring.

A lonely heart arises spontaneously.

Another moment.

Qunhao suddenly sensed a sense of incomparable mystery, watching the Dazhou Shenwu King who was waving Fang Tian's painted halberd like a demon king, who was making a killing, suddenly seemed to become a down-and-out general who climbed a tall building with a halberd.

He came back from many battles, but because he didn't know how to adapt, he was sent to the revolution regardless of the faction. A paper of impeachment deprived him of the opportunity to go to the battlefield again, and sent him to the Jiangnan Misty Rain Tower, which was incompatible with him, surrounded by noisy literati Talking about romance, he patted the railing all by himself, sitting on the roof, watching the spring rain, from morning to night, from night to dawn.

It was dawn, and his body was soaked through armor, his hair was soaked, and his halberd was soaked.
King Shenwu's lips parted slightly suddenly, and he uttered a sentence that no one could hear: "The small building listens to the spring rain all night."

He raised his head.

However, his enemy did not relax, and the heroes of the rivers and lakes, who were eager to kill, attacked the seemingly ecstatic King of Martial Arts.

King Shenwu still didn't move, as if he was stunned.

But between heaven and earth, every drop of rain suddenly turned into a stream of energy.

Thin as a knife, brutal as a halberd.

chirp chirp
All kinds of rain, all kinds of air, all kinds of thin blades like knives, fell on this land, and in an instant, it was completely quiet.

Tens of millions of people will not block the drizzle like silk.

The small building listened to the spring rain all night.

It actually made the spring rain turn into a blade, and in an instant, the dust on the battlefield of the world of mortals was settled.

Regardless of life or death, the group of tyrants all prostrated themselves on the ground, watching the pair of blood-stained black boots quietly stepping into the distance.

(End of this chapter)