Chapter 39 Reunite their father and son!

Author: Liu Xiahui

Chapter 39 Reunite their father and son!

Little King Kong, who had fought with the Tang bandits, came, Chen Mazi, who had competed with the Tang bandits for prey, came. The whole family of the Chen family, who had almost no contact with them, came, and Little Fatty's best friend, Pi Monkey, also came.

Aunt Cheng is here, Widow Li is here, and Aunt Wang is here.

These are all the old man's scandal targets.

All this time, everyone has been silently fulfilling the rules of survival on the ruins: everyone sweeps the snow in front of their own door and doesn't care about the frost on other people's tiles.

When the fist doesn't fall on your head, you just pretend you didn't see someone committing the crime.

However, now everyone in the village opened the courtyard door and helped the old and young out.

They are either old, thin, sick, or disabled. Due to long-term malnutrition, their skin is sallow and their hair is withered.

They don't know how to practice, and they don't even have any martial arts.

But, as they say, I will use my body to block a bullet for you.

God said, let there be light.

However, it is not God who lights the lamp, but human nature.

The gray robes feel the pressure. They are gray robes, but they are also other people's sons and so-and-so's fathers.

If they kill these ordinary people, how will they explain it when they return?

The Flame Army also felt the pressure.

They have good fighting prowess and can shoot.

However, these are all civilians, densely packed civilians, ordinary people.

If there is a large-scale massacre, who will bear the responsibility if the blame falls from above?

The winger was obviously angry and laughed, his smile was sinister, and his voice was as sharp as a knife.

"What? Forced to have a baby? Do you think that because there are so many people gathered, I have to settle the matter? That I have to open up and act like nothing happened?"

He felt that these people were really stupid and told them that the news could not be spread.

Why can't they figure it out?

His original plan was to kill the main criminal first, and then massacre the entire village with the help of predators. Anyway, everyone knows that predators have no survivors.

They harbored the murderer and deserved death. Only by using the lives of this village to bury their son with him could they alleviate the hatred in their hearts.

It is impossible for the Flame Shrine to take action easily. This kind of thing is too dirty and cannot be washed off if it is stained on the body.

If the higher-ups are to blame, then kill a few predators and organize an exchange. If the higher-ups have no objection, they will just pretend that nothing happened.

Why would the higher-ups care about such a trivial matter?

Unexpectedly, they ran out on their own and disrupted his plan.

The gentleman looked at the winger and said: "The lives of the untouchables are also lives. Before you take them away, you have to give everyone an explanation. Otherwise, who can guarantee that such things will not happen to you if you burn, kill, and loot?"

"Why do you all stand up? Because we all know that when someone killed someone today, we chose to be a coward. When we encounter such a thing in the future, no one will be willing to stand up."

"There are quite a few predator organizations among the people you brought, right? I recognize several of them. I know what they can do... They have killed many people before, and they will not kill less in the future.

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"When you reach my age, you will die when you die. Life is worse than death... But I have to stand up and say something to the children in this village... You kill one today and one tomorrow.

One, what hope do they have in life?"

"Stand up, just stand up." Bian Feng, with a frosty face, shouted sternly: "One person is roasting, and a group of people are roasting. It's just that the stove is bigger and the fire is hotter."

He waved his hand and shouted: "Shoot."

boom!

A bullet shot through the gentleman's chest.

Sir, they stood too close and blocked the bullets with their chests, making it impossible for Tang Bandit and others to save him.

Bang bang bang.

The gunshots were like thunder and the bullets were like rain.

The Flame Army began shooting at the gathered villagers.

"Sir." Tang Bandit roared.

"Kill them!" Xiaopang shouted angrily.

The Tang bandit's eyes were cracked, and the dog-legged knife in his hand buzzed as it flew towards the Flame Army formation.

Snapped!

The dog-leg knife was knocked away by a copper coin.

Tang Bandit stretched out his hand and found that there was a crack on the dog leg knife.

Behind Bian Feng, a skinny old man came out, looked at Tang Bandit with a ferocious smile, and said, "Qi Control Realm? Let me play with you."

Without saying a word, the Tang bandit charged towards the old man with his dog-leg knife.

Don't be reasonable!

There is no reason whatsoever for them!

Killing is the only way to stop killing, and blood debts must be repaid with blood.

Phoenix and Xiaopang also launched an attack immediately. Phoenix rushed towards the Flame Army, hoping to use his own offensive to prevent the Flame Army from shooting at civilians. With a whip, the Flame Army's formation was in chaos. Those who wanted to use their hands

He used an iron gun to block the whip attack, and his barrel and body were cut off in an instant.

Xiaopang was surrounded by the group of gray-robed men. Although they were not very powerful, their numbers were overwhelming. One of them was thrown away, and more came over.

The old man did not move. He stood at the back of the crowd, his eyes fixed on the winger who was still riding on the tall horse.

The winger also noticed the old man, smiled gently, and said loudly: "I can feel that you are the real master of hiding."

"You deserve to die!"

The old man looked at the winger expressionlessly, his body suddenly jumped up, and he punched the winger where he was.

In the huge white air mass, two dragons and two elephants roared and rushed toward the edge.

"Dragon Elephant Demon Subduing Technique", second level.

boom.

Winger's body flew away, and the big black horse he had just been riding on was struck by the power of the dragon elephant and instantly turned into thistle powder and flesh.

The old man's blow missed, and his body used force in mid-air to catch up with the winger as if he was flying with air.

When the winger saw this operation of the old man, his eyes showed horror.

This method of controlling Qi has gone far beyond the realm of controlling Qi.

Controlling Qi Controlling Qi controls the yin and yang energy in the body.

However, most Qi-bending realms can only use Qi machines to pull objects or weapons.

However, he is now able to control his own body, and his kung fu has reached a state of perfection.

It's a pity that no matter who he is, he is still dead.

The winger stretched out his hand and a handful of leaves fell on his palm.

After raising it in the air, the handful of leaves flew away, flying all over the sky, turning into flying knives and stabbing towards the old man.

The old man punched out again. The dragon was high in the sky, but like it was on the ground, it rumbled towards the winger.

Wherever it passed, the flying knives of leaves were knocked to the ground, and the yin and yang energy contained in the leaves disappeared instantly.

Winger saw that the power of the dragon elephant had not dissipated, and was still rushing towards him. He stretched out his hand to summon a boulder and smashed it towards the dragon elephant.

boom!

Only then did the Dragon Elephant Mirror disperse.

The old man just glanced at the winger lightly and rushed towards him again.

This fight will never end.

The Tang bandits are already red-eyed to kill, no matter what the identity of the opponent is or what level he is in.

At this moment, he just wants to kill someone.

The dog-legged knife in his hand kills him with a single blow, which is a completely fearless fighting style.

Every knife pierced the old man's vitals, and every knife was aimed at his throat.

He wanted to get rid of this old guy quickly, and then go and cut off the winger's head himself.

He kept praying in his heart, praying that the old man would move slower so that the winger could breathe.
To be continued...