"Shut up!" Mie Shen turned around and scolded him coldly. He felt that there was too much going on around Zhirou. He didn't want to talk to Rufeng in such a posture or with such words, because he didn't want others to know that he still hadn't forgotten Rufeng.
Still immersed in the sadness of losing her. He felt that Rufeng was not worthy of him, but it made him so unable to extricate himself. This was very embarrassing, more embarrassing than anything else. An unworthy woman left, and he still remembered him for so many years.
, there is nothing more embarrassing than this.
"Can you speak human language?" The man next to Rufeng frowned, and was angry at Zhuanzhirou's words that humiliated Rufeng. A beauty was humiliated, and as a man, of course he had to stand up!
The God of Destruction's eyes fell coldly on the face of the man next to Rufeng, and Zhuozhirou shut his mouth. In any case, at this moment, Zhuozhirou was his adopted sister, and Ruofeng and this man had nothing to do with him.
Zhuo Zhirou was venting her anger for him. No matter whether the method was correct or not, he could not watch an irrelevant man scowling at Zhuo Zhirou while he turned a blind eye. "It's not your turn to speak!"
The man raised his sword angrily and shouted angrily, "Do you know who I am?"
"I don't know!" The long whip flew out like lightning - the man didn't have time to parry and deal with it. The head of the whip had already pierced his throat. "You just need to know who my fourth brother is!"
The blood from the man's throat wound flowed out. His lips moved and he was speechless. He fell to the ground slumped... Rufeng opened his eyes wide in surprise. After a while, his eyes fell on Mieshen's face. "You...
...You're crazy! Don't think you are very powerful. You were reborn and were not the top ten masters of Huashan who were all powerful in the past and destroyed the gods! Now you just rely on the reputation of King Kong and Dragon Sword! Do you know who he is?
?He is the messenger of the blissful light of the Buddha in the West that shines on the rivers and lakes..."
"Nonsense!" Rou Leng Lengjiao shouted, and the long whip in her hand moved slightly. The God of Destruction said "Stop..." before he finished speaking, when the long sword parryed, the head of the long whip moved slightly and had already pierced it.
A throat like the wind. "I kill people with my fingers. If you are not convinced, just come to me."
Rufeng fell down, unable to withstand the slight shock from the whip. His body was thrown away and fell onto the street. The blood flowing out stained the street beneath him.
"You—" God of Destruction glared angrily, wrapped his finger around the soft but still fearless hand-held whip, stretched his neck, and asked in a provocative tone, "Will Fourth Brother kill the little sister for them?"
The long sword was sheathed. Of course the God of Destruction would not do such a stupid thing. He was just angry at Zhou Zhirou's random behavior. If he were not here today, it would have nothing to do with him if Zhou Zhirou killed anyone. But he was here, and people in the world
They would say that he destroyed the gods and deliberately took revenge.
"Fourth brother wants to leave, but I don't dare to force him to stay, but I'm not happy if I don't say anything!" Zhuo Zhirou shouted loudly at the back of the God of Destruction, not caring that the people around were watching and listening. "
Since Fourth Brother can't let go of the past and has hatred in his heart, why should he pretend that he doesn't care? A manly man dares to love and hate. If you hate, just hate. Pretending to be nonchalant is not free and easy at all. It's so cowardly!"
The God of Destruction left, hung up her whip around her finger, turned around and was about to leave, when she saw an NPC monk in front of the crowd, looking at the two corpses on the ground with great interest. The monk was still touching his head when she passed by.
, and said with a smile. "Amitabha, what wonderful weapons and equipment, don't be too pity for the female donor."
Ringing Zhirou was slightly startled. There are many NPCs who know the value of people's weapons and equipment in the world. It's not surprising. But for a monk, such a gesture is too strange. "The monk likes to give it to you, monk. I don't care about things from this kind of person.
No matter how valuable it is, I have no interest in taking it.”
"Amitabha, the monk doesn't want it. It's useless for the monk to ask for it. The monk saw that the female donor was a murderer, so he was afraid that the female donor would be in trouble. The monk wanted to drive away evil spirits from the female donor..." Before the monk could finish his words, he twisted his fingers and smiled. Specially for people.
There are many monks who make money by reciting the magic spell to dissolve murderous intent, but it is really rare for a monk who is not rare in equipment and actively solicits business. "You are an interesting monk. If you want to practice the magic spell and practice Buddhism, I will give it to you."
"You can point me to a clear path -" he said softly, pointing to the dark purple smoke that has not dissipated in the sky for ten miles outside Xixia City. "There are many corpses there for you, monk, to recite the salvation scriptures and practice Buddhism."
The monk touched his head and smiled. "Amitabha, I have to go there, but the female donor is also a top priority."
"Thank you for your kindness." He smiled softly and walked away.
The monk touched his bald head, smiled, and ran quickly to catch up with the God of Destruction, who was not far away. "Donor, please stay here, Donor..." The God of Destruction turned around and saw an NPC monk catching up with him. He frowned slightly and said to Xitianji.
Le had no good impressions, and of course he had no good impressions of the monk. When he was about to leave after just one glance, the monk had already run in front of him and blocked the way. "Amitabha, the female donor was going to be in trouble. The monk saw that the donor could help her.
The monk wanted to save the noble person who turned evil into good luck, but the female donor was unwilling. If the donor did not save him, the female donor would be doomed!"
The God of Destruction frowned, and after the monk said this, he went straight away. The God of Destruction has been around in the world for a long time, and he often encounters tasks assigned by NPCs. Most of them are unremarkable, but some are worth doing.
Furthermore, although Mieshen didn't know what Buddha's Light was shining on, Rufeng clearly understood his situation and still said those words. It was obvious that the so-called Buddha's Light was shining on someone else. To put it bluntly, Zhuozhirou was venting his anger for him. Originally,
He felt that Zhuozhirou was reckless, but later he felt that her words were not unreasonable. In fact, after he was angry, he actually felt very happy when he thought that Zhuozhirou had simply killed Rufeng and that man.
, this made him reflect on whether he was too hypocritical?
The God of Destruction hesitated for a moment, then sent a secret message to ask King Kong for their location. They were all far away from Xixia City, so he picked up his sword alone and followed Zhirou's direction...
The water pool has turned into a pool of blood, with broken limbs and pieces of meat floating on the water... The waterfall flowing down is also mixed with dark red water. After the Soul-Eating Sword Formation was activated, dark purple swords crisscrossed the sky and the earth for ten miles.
The energy flashed continuously. People within the range had no resistance at all. Before a sword energy could be blocked, their bodies had been chopped into pieces by countless sword energy. At that moment, all the people inside were in despair.
, only fear remains.
There were rumors in the Jianghu that Legend of Justice was the only legendary master who did not have powerful lethal skills. Only at this moment did the disciples of Lingjiu Palace realize that the things recorded in the Jianghu Bagua were really unbelievable...
The Soul-Eating Sword Formation is rarely used by Yiyun, because it takes time to gather energy, and it is not suitable for use in normal combat. There is not much need to use it in a big battle, and it consumes too much internal strength and energy.
Yiyun frowned, her headache never stopped. Because it was too painful, he had no time to fight slowly with the disciples of the Lingjiu Palace, let alone the Wudang hermits who were approaching quickly. Therefore, he spent ten
The successful Soul-Eating Sword Formation solved the battle in one breath. Yiyun threw Xiao Shasha on the shore and sealed the wound on Xiao Shasha's broken right arm. If he continued to lose blood, Xiao Shasha would soon die.
Yiyun sat on the bank, pressing her head painfully. No matter which acupoints were stimulated by massage, the headache could not go away at all. The continuous headache made him so uncomfortable that he wanted to hit his head on the ground or against a stone. He could use a sudden, more intense massage.
The pain swallowed up the excitement brought by the labor pain. But it was just a thought, Yiyun endured and did not do it. Xiao Shasha's situation was very bad. Dan Xianzi's yin and yang artistic conception had already taken effect, and her artistic conception and martial arts cultivation were above Xiao Shasha's.
The yin and yang artistic conception displayed by the Dan Fairy was not something that Xiao Shasha could completely resist. Now it had taken effect. Without external help, Xiao Shasha would only have two endings.
The bleeding stopped, Little Kill was lost, her whitened lips were slightly opened, and her left hand was holding on to her robe involuntarily. When Yiyun grabbed her wrist, she tried to stick to Yiyun, but she had no strength.
.The unconscious little Shasha muttered to herself, "Kill me..." She knew her situation clearly, and she couldn't survive it. Instead of turning into a lustful creature under the ecstasy of the yin and yang artistic conception.
Beast, she would rather give up her hard training.
Many people in the martial arts world say that people like Xiao Shasha, who are crazy about martial arts, will do anything for martial arts. Xiao Shasha still remembers that she once had a close classmate, a sister who was involved in the martial arts together, and asked her to go out to play again and again.
After being rejected, he angrily asked her, "Aside from martial arts, what else do you care about? You don't need friends, you don't need anything, as long as you have martial arts!" From then on, those sisters who had struggled together during their novice days,
She was never invited again. Xiao Shasha remembered that at that time, she was very sad and wanted to leave the quiet self-study room to find them... However, she did not go in the end. Because at that time, she had not yet understood the artistic conception and had no way to do it.
Practice martial arts by yourself while doing other things.
Therefore, Xiao Shasha didn’t explain in vain, “She cares about martial arts, but it’s not that she cares about martial arts and ignores everything else. It’s just that she feels that sisters should still be sisters even if they can’t hang out together. They haven’t reached that point yet.”
Wandering around will not affect the stage of self-study in martial arts, so the most important thing for her to do is to get herself to that stage as soon as possible. When she reaches that stage, she is also willing to be with her sisters..."
Xiao Shasha remembers that after she became famous, many of her classmates asked her how to become stronger faster... At first she didn't know how to answer, she could only say that she must work diligently and unremittingly. Later she learned that only when the heart becomes stronger can a person truly change.
powerful.
"Kill me..." Xiao Shashao repeated this sentence for the last time, which was her own voice. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to register as a member of Piaotian Literature to recommend this work. Your support,
