Tyrant Sword Soul

“Do you know who I am?” After the soldier looked at Wang Yu, he suddenly burst into laughter. The smile from the corner of his mouth made the refugees around him feel terrified.

“I don’t know.” Wang Yu said.

The soldier just laughed, then glanced at the refugees here.

These refugees actually surrounded Wang Yu, as if he was the mastermind of everything and their enemy.

Everyone began to persuade the man who was dressed differently from them to apologize to the soldiers, otherwise the result would be another slaughter of refugees by soldiers.

“Although you are not here, I hope you can make sacrifices for our lives for the time being, can you?” An old woman walked to the white Tsing Yi man and pleaded bitterly.

Wang Yu is shocked.

What kind of world is this, and why can people here compromise so easily?

If people can compromise so easily, is there any point in living? What is the point of a life without pursuit, without the attraction of the commanding heights of military force, without seeing the hope of the future?

Wang Yu sighed, after all, he left with the soldiers.

While everyone was still worried about themselves, the soldiers were called away by a cry from a distance. Maybe there was something urgent, and the soldiers rode on one side of the horse and flew away. , Did not care about his knee injury.

“It seems that this world is about to change.” The white-haired old man who had just spoken to Wang Yu suddenly opened the mouth and said. Wang Yu also heard this sentence.

But he still doesn’t understand.

A person who is immersed in life is usually unattached.

In the face of this bloody wind and rain chaos, those people can only choose endless fighting.

The name on the tombstone has been blurred in the dynasty’s constant changes, and people even dare not look up.

The night is darker.

Most of the restaurants on the road have been closed. The large and small shops are full of chaos. There must be a lot of soldiers coming in to search.

Only at the end of the street, there is a brightly lit shop.

Walking inside and not at all any guests, a boss stood beside the table and looked towards the outside street quietly.

“Does the guest drink tea or stay in a shop?” Boss hurriedly stepped forward to greet him when he saw the man in Tsing Yi coming in.

Looking around the decoration of the store, you can use simple words to describe it, without any decoration.

Several big guys came in from the door, the muscles on their arms were flexed, and they looked full of strength, but Wang Yu knew that such a body could not retain too much power-these people were all his defeated.

But having such a record is not something to be proud of. After all, those people don’t even know what the military force is.

Wang Yu shook his head and let the compliments from those people.

In that illusion, Wang Yu actually seems to have gone through a lifetime, from the initial entry into the military camp to the later slaughter all sides, and then to the final fame.

After that, he resolutely left on the ceremony of reward.

After traveling all over the famous mountains and rivers, when he finally grew old like an ordinary person, he saw the mysterious old man.

“Dust old?”

The old man just fixedly looked into his eyes, sighed for a long time, “I should know, you are different.”

Wang Yus pupil light flashed through doubts, but the old man only said this sentence before it had disappeared.

The illusion then turned out to be like it had never appeared before!

The mind was gradually gathered in the body, and suddenly a huge pain stabbed his body, and Wang Yu’s skin was oozing blood.

Under the eerie high temperature of the Blood Dragon Pond, it turned into a blood mist rising!

“What’s going on?”

Wang Yu’s mind is blank. Is this how illusion attacks people?

He tentatively called the little soul, but the little soul seemed to be in an illusion, and there was still no answer. The strong, almost substantial, blood-killing power envelops Wang Yu, and the tremendous pain makes his complexion unbearably distorted…

Damn, when is this pain? Head!

After a brief period of sobriety, Wang Yu plunged into a coma again with great pain, and the blood dragon pool returned to its usual tranquility.

The surging heat and icy blood energy turned into a faint cycle. I dont know when it will start, Wang Yu turned out to be a member of this cycle!

I don’t know when it started, his hair turned red and red.

Subconsciously, his hand was slightly forward, and he stretched out three fingers unexpectedly, drawing a mysterious arc!

If Wu Tianming sees here, it will only be unusually panic, because Wang Yu is clearly the martial skill of Fire and Ice Two Layer Heaven! It is said that no one can cultivation success Fire and Ice Two Layer Heaven!

Wang Yu succeeded, although he paid a huge price!

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