final catastrophe

Chapter 512 12. What qualifications do you have

"Witch."

Is there anyone dead on the ground? Seeing the hunchbacked girl with her back facing the suspension bridge, hatred flashed in that person's eyes. The sword energy just now had already hurt his internal organs, and he was only dying at this time.

He explored twice in the wet rain with his hands, and suddenly grasped the spear on the ground.

"Witch!! You are not good."

The knight-errant looked back at the light, grasped the spear, and then exerted all his strength, about to throw it out.

But just as the gun was about to be shot, a sword qi cut his throat.

In the bleak autumn rain, in the deep and uninterrupted difficulty of the road to Shu, there is a discordant sound of ah ah
Then fell forward, wrapped in mud, into a pathetic eternal sleep.

Naturally, there are still people on the ground who are not completely dead. Seeing this appearance, their hearts are extremely sad, and their only hope is placed on those masters who entered the tomb first.

The Little Sword Buddha, the breeze and bright moon in Wudang.

There is also a master who came from the Fei Family of the Blood Knife Family, Fei Ru Sha.

Lian Yifan, the master of the Pluto Pavilion of the Heavenly Sword Family.

Even the small family of the mysterious Holy Huo Ming Family, Ming Lian.

And some swordsmen in the knife house.

These people should be the first-class players in the world.

如果
At this moment, someone suddenly noticed the cliff behind him.

On the other side of the suspension bridge, an extremely desolate man appeared. He was leaning on the head of the broken bridge with both hands. In the autumn rain, his black hair was wet and drooping on his pale skin.

"Miss Dugu."

His voice was impenetrable, and was blown away by the cross wind between the mountain streams.

"Isn't that man a big fool sitting at the entrance of Shu Road?"

"Yes, I remember this man, what is he doing?"

"What does it seem to be shouting?"

No one knew what he was going to do.

Nobody cares either.

But the hunchbacked girl seemed to have sensed it, and turned her head slowly, her voice was like a storm, "What are you doing?"

The surviving people on the ground dare not raise their heads again.

Just curious and shocked.

This hunchbacked girl is just like what she said in her own words, "grinds teeth, sucks blood, kills people like hemp", how can such a woman who has been completely immersed in killing pay attention to such a big fool?

Still ask him why?

The lonely man with a beard all over his face propped himself up and stood in the swaying autumn rain in the west, "If your ancestors were in the sky, I wouldn't have seen you act like this."

The hunchbacked girl sneered and said: "The ancestors were not as warm-hearted as you.

Ascending to the empress is the emperor, and the tomb of the emperor is stolen. If I, the descendant, don't kill all the tomb robbers, how can I face my ancestors? "

The lonely man took a deep breath, suppressed and spit out four words: "The crime is not worthy of death!"

The hunchbacked girl said with a sharp smile: "Be kind and soft, why do you have to be a swordsman?!

Keep pace with the ancestors?
The ancestors have killed countless people in their lifetime, the sword god who piled up the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, but what about you?How many more did you kill? "

After finishing speaking, she seemed to be taken aback, and covered her mouth with a smile: "By the way, I forgot, you also killed many people, and your hands were bloody. In this case, how could you say 'crime' so brazenly?" Not to die' four words?

How can you be qualified to say the words to persuade me to stop? "

The downcast man stood silently.

Behind is the rain.

He bowed his head, his eyes could not be seen, but the words that came from his ears were like a knife, cutting the memory he least wanted to think about and recall.

But the hunchbacked girl still refused to give up, her voice suppressed the wind and rain: "Although you have lost all your skills, after all, you once had the name of a god. If it weren't for that, how could I waste another second of talking with you?"

Her words directly caused an uproar in the hearts of everyone in the Black Snake Sect, good and evil, inside and outside the cemetery.

that man
Is it the sword god?
Snake Moon, who was originally looking like the earth would collapse and the mountains were torn apart, suddenly glanced at Shi Qingyuan, and then the two separated further.

"he came."

"Yes, here he is."

The two had a short conversation.

"As the mortal sustenance of Lord Black Snake God, he actually wants to disobey the will of the gods and lose all his skills, and he deserves it."

"Ha ha."

"Knife, what are you laughing at?"

"You regard the snake as a god and take it as your belief. I have also heard that the snake rescued you from hell, so you swear to die.

There is nothing wrong with that.

But, do you know what the person who uses the knife believes in? "

The Little Knife Buddha looked a little solemn and pious.

So much so that the red-haired Snake Moon couldn't help but become solemn, "What is it?"

Little Knife Buddha laughed boldly and said: "I see Buddha with my heart, but Buddha is not Buddha, because I have a knife in my hand, whenever I hold a knife, I will see his figure.

You believe in snakes.

We believe him.

The serpent is your god.

He is our God.

God to God.

How can we know victory or defeat? ! "

Snake Moon was silent for a long time before slowly saying: "Understood."

Shi Qingyuan said: "You and I have temporarily ceased fighting. The sword master seems to have the name of a god in the previous dynasty, so why don't we go to meet his descendant together, the arrogant and domineering Miss Dugu who blocked the door of the tomb?"

Snake Moon said: "Sword God Inheritance, why don't you go look for it?"

Little Knife Buddha said in relief: "I don't care."

"Then you're still here?"

"Emperor Yan sent me, I will come, this is for the world."

"Now you are not for the world?"

"He has come, and the burden of the world will naturally fall on his shoulders, haha."

Little Knife Buddha laughed, although there were wounds on his shoulders, legs, chest and even cheeks, which were the fine cuts where the blood red hair was cut, and blood was printed.

But his long knife dragged on the ground, and he walked forward, like an apostle who kowtowed and bowed nine times, heading all the way to the holy land.

the other side.

Xiao Bufan and others also heard this voice.

"It's the sword god again. Is it completely useless?"

The Gong sisters showed strange expressions, and suddenly the scene of Tianhuang Sword Gate appeared in their minds.

Daodaolu Swordsman Qing Er, who holds an extremely long Miao Dao, would rather break his face with a sect than believe that the man is the sword god.

And along the way, the man really had a special temperament, obviously deep and painful, which always made people feel that he was unfathomable, even at first Gong Wan thought he was a master.

But
If the sword god's skill is completely abolished, then everything can be explained.

He was hurt too badly.

The serious ones just want to be a dumb, wander around the downtown area, and lead an ordinary life.

The few people looked at each other, seeming to understand each other's thoughts, but the next moment, Gong Ying sighed: "Even if he is a sword god, his skill has been crippled, so it's okay to come here. Hey, we still need to see it." The rest of the masters.

Mr. Xiao, we"

When she turned her head, she saw a distorted face.

"why!?"

"Why. I'm obviously working very hard. How can there be a gap between people?"

Xiao Bufan's white clothes had already been stained with countless dust, and his handsome face was even more ferocious at this time.

The death of his entourage, the woman's doubts, his own doubts, and the impending death that almost broke him, made Xiao Bufan seem to have reached the end of his journey.

(End of this chapter)