The ferocious black dragon rushed into the sky, sometimes circling and sometimes looking down, with a natural mind and lifelike life.

Below the dragon, the five hundred black crows of the Blood Tang camp were galloping like tigers. The second master who rode a white horse and carried a butcher knife was the first, less than five hundred feet away from Jincheng Pass.

The big black cloak behind him and the one dancing in the wind, Liu Tugou was full of energy and had a rough and heroic aura.

The light of the Tu Mie Sword in his hand was dim. The original bright colors seemed to fade, and it seemed to gradually seep into the blade body. The blue blade surface returned to a little bit of original brightness and clarity, but it was not very eye-catching from a distance.

Borrowing a knife from Sun Daolin not only polished the chaotic heart lake, but also allowed Liu Tugou to see many hidden dangers of his own practice.

He was able to climb to the extremely powerful realm of half a step of supernatural power in less than two years of practice. Although he was at the level of a master, it was common to get up at a high building overnight, but whether it could be truly long-term is still a different matter.

Apart from the inheritance of the master and the encounter of nature, the second master's courage and diligence are really due to his unbearable appetite for meat and vegetables. By eating the sea sausage without any snatching, he finally got a pot of assorted sausage, which was quite good. But once he met a gourmet who really knew the goods, he would probably reveal his true form with one chopstick and get a very bad review. Simply put, the ingredients are good, but the most important time has not arrived. The oil, salt, sauce and vinegar that can be seen in the subtleties is also a mess, which makes it difficult to swallow.

Liu Tugou did not regret this, nor would he abandon the many insights of divine intentions that he had taken away from him. It was not that he was reluctant to let go, nor was he afraid of retreating step by step, which led to a sharp drop in the state and was doomed, but he simply did not believe in evil.

The so-called clear nature and innocent heart, for Liu Tugou, besides being brave and diligent, he is still brave and diligent.

Yan Ying was not very familiar with human nature, but she was very talented in practicing swordsmanship. She glanced at the second master's knife and said bluntly: "I am reluctant to start over, but I hope to find another way? What I do is either die of madness or draw a prison, falling into a paranoid demonic path that has no way out."

Liu Tugou grinned and remembered the Baigui Doctor who had been living in Dengli Village for a long time and was finally ruined. He looked innocent and asked with hope: "Are there no one who is lucky enough to be bright?"

Yan Ying frowned, and the sword in her eyebrows was stern: "If you become a demon, you don't have to wait for Jiazi to discuss the truth three years later. I'll kill you now!"

"Who asked you to recite Hangu Bai's "Sword and Sword and Farming Collection" in front of me? I actually felt that this sword and score was quite similar to the foundation-building technique I had seen. I only got Volume 1 of that technique, which happened to be made up for by this sword and score."

"By the way, please help me figure it out. If you don't stick to the killing and farming, white bones and yellow sand fields, but directly gather the inspiration and intention in your heart into a group, turning it into a knife seed and burying it in your heart, can you plant melons and harvest a supreme heart knife like "Sword and Farming"?"

Yan Ying thought about it carefully and hesitated: "You can make good land in your heart, and everything can be cultivated. You are so happy that you plant a knife in your heart. Although it is a way to die, you are quite ingenious, and you can try it."

"If you want to die, just want to die. The martial artists in the world are even higher than the other. If you don't see all the glory of the brilliance, why should you go out of the world? How can a great man look forward and wince forward?"

The second master was very obsessed with his voice. He spoke louder and finally laughed loudly: "I have a knife in my hand and I am fearless. Although there are few black crows, I can finally win the world!"

At this moment, facing the tens of thousands of Di army inside and outside Jincheng Pass and the cold face of Yinshan Jianzi, Liu Tugou spoke in shockingly, showing his ambition, or calling it ambition, and it is not an exaggeration to be a delusional intention.

The so-called "glorious plunder of the world, in the world, in the temple, is like this.

The white horse Awei ran with his hooves, and rode alone and stood out, moving forward.

Yang Xiongji, who was riding a bull, followed without hesitation, and at the same time, he subconsciously looked back. Seeing that most of the blood-bearing black crows had complex expressions, he had both hesitation and fear, and were fierce and greedy, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Every day, he was led to the destruction of these monsters, and he was also led to the world... It was like a bandit. It was just like a bandit. It was just that telling these guys that loyalty to the king and patriotism was tantamount to playing the piano against the bull, and it was definitely regarded as farting."

He raised the cold iron long halberd that had been tempered with his hard work for several months and shouted: "Black crow! Big plunder!"

Xu Dongjiang, Cao Chunfu, Fu Yangguan and others came out of the crowd, shouting at the top of their lungs: "Black Crow!"

"Big plunder!"

Sang Yuan laughed again with a heroic and violent laughter. Just talking about his loud voice, one person beats ten people, which attracted Bai Hanguwei's cavalry to look at him sideways.

Apart from the horses left behind in Guixu, the old Siyishi and the little medicine boy, everyone present was enthusiastic, and they were afraid that they would compete for the first place.

Zhang Jinbei and Dong Dilang rode together, and each of them was whipping their hearts and minds, and they never whistled together, but they were not lost in their actions.

The young master of the Daqimen who was called "third brother" by the second master, smiled: "Is it stupid or not? He can think of it."

The son of the Yueqi Captain, who had a strange-shaped sword in his hand, looked helpless and eager to try: "Who said it was not? But he had a saying that he had entered our hearts. Even if you and I have to go back to Shuofang in the future, we can't come to Jincheng for free at this moment."

After saying that, he turned his head and shouted: "Brother Ren, what do you think?"

After witnessing Bai Hangu becoming a master with his own eyes, Ren Xichou never said anything. Fortunately, he was already gloomy and half of his face was covered by a bronze mask, and few people could see the abnormality.

Hearing Dong Dilang's inquiry, Ren Xichou suddenly took out the human skin drum he carried with him. With a beat of luck, he made a loud "dong" sound, and the small drum sounded a hundred feet long.

He met his mentor when he was young. In addition to his few days, the old man tried his best to preach and teach, he also taught the method of making drums in human skin, saying that this drum sound is loud and sad, and is most suitable for ringing in troubled times, and can have the spirit of singing and crying.

Ren Xichou didn't understand his intention at that time, but fortunately, he could still remember a few songs that the old man chanted in a low voice before his death.

"A hundred years of suffering people say they are suffering, and ghosts whistle around nine sides."

He chanted silently, the drums were intermittent and non-melodged.

"There is no wronged soul in the sea of ​​corpses, blood, demons and demons peek at people's lights, starving people are like numb bones, and tigers are full of food and lying on the deserted hills."

The singing became louder and louder. Although the lyrics did not match the rhythm and were just pieced together out of context and were even more desolate and sad.

The drum sound suddenly became sharp, like spring thunder and summer rain, continuous, and its sound became more and more intense and sonorous, spreading throughout the battlefield in an instant, and even the iron drum sound on the city was suppressed.

His singing suddenly became louder, but what he sang was replaced with new lyrics, which was immediately refreshing.

"Fighting Shuofang, Yueyouji, Zhaima, Jincheng North, and Jincheng Pass to fight Yungui."

"Human skin drum, sword roars and long wind, men's ambition, raising dragons, riding dragons, long spears and big swords, and chatting and laughing successfully!"

In the song "Song of Troubled Times", a boy in black and white horse finally saw the hero from the misery.

At this moment, Ren Xichou and the last one of the Demon Sect’s Northern Sect finally entered the wonderful realm of inspiration and was able to inherit the legacy of his master.

He took off the bronze mask and exposed his cheeks with a dark flame pattern.

Tears fell like rain.

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