Author: Old Moon Doll

"Huh! Enjoy!"

Fist to the flesh, practice fighting each other horizontally.

During the hundreds of pure power and physical fights, Wu Dao's evil fire and hostility finally relieved a lot. In the past month, even if he could pick up wool, he regarded it as a casual tool and consumable, and could pinch flat and round. If he asked for no, he would wait to plant a big vote for those cubs and make them look bloody. Wu Dao had long covered his face and talked to different people.

Since we shut up, we won’t listen.

I really thought that the tools were scrapped at the first moment, so there was no such thing as a colleague's rules, so Wu Dao took advantage of the plan and called his friends to bring his companions to the next day.

The storm warrior who died of anger would have a beginning.

Wu Dao's face turned slightly red.

Bubu couldn't help but vomited blood.

He wiped his mouth, and did not take the serious injury on his chest that hurt his heart and lungs seriously. In fact, in the violent bang, Wu Dao beat him too much, and it turned out that the power he had blasted out hurt him. The horizontal martial artist in the middle section of Qizang was really hard.

It took a lot of effort to kill Wu Dao until he was so angry that he died.

In fact, the horizontal martial artist is also frustrated.

If he didn't have anyone else, he might ask for his magical powers to be severely injured. But Wu Dao happened to ask for a better position than him in all aspects except for true power. In general, in terms of horizontal training, it caused him to struggle no matter how much he broke out and struggled, Wu Dao suppressed him like a flying eagle hunting a rooster.

Did it be that he finally found a sandbag that was so resistant to beating? Wu Dao knew the situation outside and felt so good to kill him.

As for the hidden weapon warrior.

When he saw Wu Dao and his companions fighting each other with their eyes trembling, the warrior's soul was instantly extinguished and he chose to run away very decisively.

Wu Dao didn't care about his escape.

because……

The hidden weapon warrior jumped in from outside with a look of aggrievance.

It happened to be that he saw Wu Daocuo who had finished his work and showed a kind smile.

"Are you surprised or not? Well? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no?"

"I……!"

The hidden weapon warrior looked frustrated. The warrior who specializes in using hidden weapons to poison the east and performs assassination is the most afraid of the horizontal martial artist who is like Wu Dao, who has a strong defense that makes people look red-eyed.

It's okay if one is the same.

There was a big bald head with a shiny head outside!

Monk Buzhan smiled and drove that guy back, so that Wu Dao, who was full of anger, would let the Buddha vent his anger? Then the Buddha also had a fire. When it was time to do something to angrily, he would naturally ask for a good kill so that he could understand his own thoughts.

"Wu Xin Zhuoyi, don't be arrogant. The Wusheng Sword Envoy is here. My Mingyue kills so many worshippers in the Xu family. Do I think the Xu family will let me go?"

The hidden weapon warrior can move out two backers at that time.

A Wusheng sword of the ninth level of Wuqizang would ask him to come out of his legs and everything would be fine.

The other one is not the Xu family, which is a noble family.

"Haha, we won't let him go tomorrow, and if he is Wu, I can't forgive us!" Wu Dao removed the divine gate posture, and faced the bitch who likes to throw hidden weapons, slowly pulled out Tai A and Qixing, and paid the bitch to the bitch, he disdained to give the bitch respect and decency with his fist.

As the swords and swords sounded, silver eyes filled with murderous aura!

East moment.

Wu Dao used seven stars to reflect the moonlight to the eyes of the hidden weapon warrior, and rushed forward with a bang!

A new round of cruel battles between warriors has begun.

At this moment, the chapel was roaring violently, as if he wanted to demolish the ghost place alive. More than a human flesh demolition machine was shining in it. It seemed that the dangerous chapel that captured people's luck was covered in the east of the light burst out from the fierce fighting of the warriors.

Is there any house in front of me that is being demolished?

If you don't have your own people inside.

However, Gu Minghui, the ninth level of Qizang, could not take any further forward, because there was a Taoist who looked kind and followed a rare red donkey to block his path. The Taoist was blushing and had no need to be seen, and the whole person showed a feminine feeling. He did not seem to carry any weapons and magical weapons. The red donkey was chewing the corners of his clothes from time to time, and was pushed away by him helplessly.

Just such a Taoist priest stopped Wusheng Sword.

Can you even make him feel like he is facing a great enemy!

There is one reason: Wusheng Sword once saw the Taoist 20 years ago. Once, it was dark and dark. What is the genius of the sect and what is the most dazzling star of their generation?

"Wuqingdao, Red Guard."

"Well, I didn't expect that so many years have passed, and his name is very popular in the world, and he almost forgot about it."

Hong Weizi has a kind and compassionate face.

When his eyes that were obviously not kind but had no emotion at all, it seemed that all the light around him was absorbed by his eyes, and the darkness in the distance was quietly amplified, as if there was an invisible terror being oppressed!

Ruthless and ruthless.

In the cave, Wuqing Hongweizi once killed the city god of Puhai for the people of Yunzhou, and killed everyone.

"I'm asking to stop him?"

Wusheng Sword snorted lightly, and the breath that was surging seemed to be surging in the sea of ​​evil. Countless tragic dead were struggling and wailing, as if endless blood was roaring!

The divine wills of both sides looked at each other from afar, and they were all the same.

"No, if he comes here tomorrow, will he want to tell a story to the lay Buddhist? After that story is finished, if the lay Buddhists are determined to do it, they will not do it after they have another one."

Hong Weizi's speech speed is stable, his tone is slow, and there is no emotional ups and downs. Even the expression on his face is unchanged, which can easily make people wrong and have a uncanny valley effect.

Obviously, Hong Weizi's strength is indeed stronger than Wusheng Sword.

After weighing it, Gu Minghui put away his sword and said patiently.

"Since that's the case, he will listen carefully."

"good!"

Hongweizi nodded with satisfaction and immediately told a story full of ups and downs twenty years ago.

Twenty years ago, the martial arts world in Yunzhou was in a state of depression.

In the depression caused by the limitations of spiritual energy, a genius swordsman rose from the common people. The sword asked all directions and was incredible. Even the aristocratic families of the same era could not compete with him. The swordsman had a bad temper and drew his sword to face him with a disagreement. He was a man but was righteous. Whoever asked for his unfairness would definitely get a support.

At that time, everyone believed that the genius swordsman had hope of breaking through the shackles and setting foot on the heavenly beings.

However, fate makes people feel bad.

Overnight, the swordsman's wife and his brother betrayed him, not only did he kill him before the appointment with his son, but he also stabbed him on the spot.

The swordsman who survived by luck was rescued by the aristocratic family.

He also helped the swordsman to repair the trauma. He used to provide clues to chase the mistress and took their dog heads back to relieve his hatred. From then on, the swordsman was grateful and was willing to serve the family as a family to repay this great kindness.

At this point, everyone was very happy and ended successfully.

The story that Hongweizi told slowly is obviously the story of Wusheng Jian. Even though so many years have passed, he was betrayed by his brothers and his betrayal of cuckolding, he still gave the main master a look of asking for a cannibalism.

If the storyteller does not deny Hongweizi, Wusheng Sword Keke will ask for a sword to slash him over.

"The story is over?"

"The layman does not ask for an impatient situation, and the story has a different perspective."

That story has a different perspective.

The perspective of Hongweizi.

When Hongweizi happened to be involved in this matter, he had just finished killing the East China Sea dragon and rode a donkey back to the Taoist temple. Lu Zai met a man and a woman who was running for life. The man recognized Hongweizi and rushed to the donkey and begged Hongweizi to save him, even if he could save his brother's wife.

It turned out that the swordsman's wife and his brother did not intend to betray her, so he was accidentally raped by a traitor Dongyao, lost himself and was asked to be held hostage. The big mistake has been caused. In order to protect the swordsman's wife, whether the brother would protect her brother who had been in her womb for two months, or could he be controlled by others.

I finally seized the opportunity to escape, but I didn't know that I could not escape death.

He was willing to die to calm his righteous brother's anger, but his sister-in-law's belly was innocent and he should not make a big mistake like himself. He could kneel down and kowtow and beg Hongweizi to get his legs.

"I, I mean the flesh and blood in my belly?"

Wusheng Jian's face turned red in an instant. His pair of sword legs were originally as stable as Mount Tai, but now he trembled slightly.

"The layman does not ask for an in a hurry, wait until he finishes talking."

Hongweizi looked at Wusheng Jian with compassion and pity, and continued to tell the story as if he was a bystander's perspective.

When Hongweizi heard about the incident, he also refused to save him. He wanted both of them to save Dong, but the man had decided to die and could cast a spell to save Dong Jianer's wife.

Originally, the swordsman's wife wanted to die, but she could survive if the child in her belly was born.

After raising the baby, he committed suicide by hanging himself.

The child was half begging for the Taoist temple and Mingyue was working in the Taoist temple to spend the month. The cause of that year, the fruit of the moon, is there a knot, and whether the knot can be solved, and the father and son can recognize each other and relieve their past grudges, otherwise, will the flesh and blood be destroyed sooner or later? The Mingyue of the Red Guard came, and he would help the swordsman untie the knot.

After a long time, Wusheng Jian held the sword legs and hung in the east without any strength. He seemed to have grown ten years old in an instant.

"How did he know if what I said is true..."

"Does the layman have no doubts in his heart for so many years? What happened in those days is too coincidental? The Xu family is wrong with the layman, is it too appropriate. Why has the layman not had a single child for so many years?"

Hongweizi looked at Wusheng Sword, who had no desire to fight, and knew that he could not force himself to break through again.
To be continued...