Some people say: Damn, it's a waste of money again.

I want to say: Damn, what else can the male protagonist of the novel besides the three choices of genius, waste, and mortals? Who will teach me?

Damn, you don't even vote!

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"Kill the Red Deliman!"

"Dry the red-deliver beast!"

Two waves of red and flower rushing from both ends to collide with each other, and with a loud bang, they intersected each other.

The overwhelming swear words accompanied by the shouts of killing, but they could not cover the thunderous cry and wailing that soared into the sky. All the calls gathered into a stream and floated in the air, like a wonderful mixture of passionate blood and ghosts.

Some people rolled down with tears and lying on the ground and vomited blood to die. Some people hugged their broken arm madly, their eyes staggered and stumbled until they were hacked to death.

Some people had blood rays from their chests and backs, and were crazy, like wild animals killing people when they saw them, regardless of whether they were friendly troops or enemies. Some were lying on the ground in fear, some left their weapons and cried and surrendered, and some were calmly facing the battle.

This is the battlefield, and there will never be a shortage of strange forms of sentient beings.

War is a refinement about will, either collapse or sharpen the will to a stronger strength. Some people can stand out and fight with courage consistently. Some people discover subconscious weakness in the shadow of death. Some people fight for honor, and some people fight for survival.

In the eyes of soul cultivators such as Guan Longhu, Zuo Wuzhou was not only brave, but also terrifyingly calm! They looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes!

What were they doing when Zuo Wuzhou was at his age? At that time, they might have the courage to kill people, but they would never be as indifferent as Zuo Wuzhou.

An interception battle ended, and all the surviving soul cultivators quickly practiced on the spot in order to restore their soul power in the shortest time.

Zuo Wuzhou calmly wiped the blood on the steel knife, and his mood was unprecedentedly calm, as if he was on the bottom of the sea without wind and waves. Every move of his movement was as steady as carved.

He is not afraid of killing, but he does not like to kill. The reason why killing can bring peace to him is because he senses that he is avenging the innocent dead people who have been implicated by him, which calms his mind.

People who regard murder as their purpose are sad. People who dare not kill are short-lived.

Understanding why to kill, when to kill and not to kill is a perfect way of self-control. Although Zuo Wuzhou is very young, he can see more thoroughly than many people in his 80s.

"Sure enough, human life is the cheapest and most priceless. But just knowing only one of them is biased."

Zuo Wuzhou wiped the blood and thought calmly: "You must recognize both points so that your mind can be clean!"

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Half of the Dongmen Red Deli Army rescued the North Gate and fought with the Bazhong Soul Cultivator halfway. After the only eighth-rank officer was strangely assassinated by Zuo Wuzhou, and the other seventh-rank officers died tragically, the originally few reinforcements, and were defeated.

After the North Gate, there was no time to recover the East Gate, and reinforcements from the West Gate and the South Gate also arrived one after another.

With the losses of this group of soul monks in two consecutive battles, it is actually difficult to fight against reinforcements from both gates. However, the battle between local soul monks and East Gate reinforcements attracted the close attention of countless locals.

After the locals knew that the North Gate was recovered, the news spread to every part of the city.

With this group of soul monks as the fuse, more and more resistance in the city were ignited. It was like a flag that was fought, and with its impressive record and whimsical idea of ​​seizing the city, it won the pursuit of more local soul monks.

After three consecutive battles, a team of only more than a hundred people remained. On the way to fight against the other two reinforcements, people rushed to meet under this flag! He shouted and woke up, launching a surprising counterattack on the Hongdeshi defender.

The third prince wanted to force Zuo Wuzhou, the 18-year-old fifth-grade who had great potential, to kill him, which was originally a perfect match. Unfortunately, the third prince used the wrong method and angered the locals who had originally agreed to be ruled.

When the counterattack flag with Zuo Wuzhou as the spiritual leader was fought out, more and more people from Xilin came from every part of the city. First one was one or two, then ten or eight, one hundred, and one thousand.

After all people in a city wake up, they will burst out with terrible power and momentum.

Zuo Wuzhou saw this awakening power, and he thought: "Even the Soul Martial Master, under such power, he probably can only retreat and give up his life."

"Because even if you can subdue these people by force, you cannot subdue the will and thoughts of these people. Will and thoughts are indeed the most terrifying things!" Zuo Wuzhou looked at more and more people joining the team in silence, and felt a sense of enthusiasm and a trace of power that made him tremble.

The city is full of flags of resistance and unyielding will.

Zuo Wuzhou realized many indescribable things from the Bazhongren's approach. That feeling was brewing in his chest, but he could not describe it because he could not find the right language to describe that special power.

The whole body was hot, as if something was burning in the body, and a handful of extremely fierce flames burned in the heart, illuminating the heart so bright and so hot.

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"Counterattack and seize the city and drive away the red delirium!"

"No, it's the city to kill the Red Deliman!"

If you can look down from the sky, you can find that the entire Bazhong City is like a living spirit beast. On every road in the city, countless local people are running excitedly and excitedly, running in the same direction.

Thousands of locals gathered from every corner of the city into a huge torrent. On every road in the city, the blood vessels and meridians of this huge spiritual beast in Bazhong City finally regained their vitality.

The slogan "Counterattack and capture the city." sounded in every corner of the city, like a unique code word. Even if two strangers are, they will quickly become the most reliable companions and comrades in such a slogan.

The deafening roar brought the shocking power of the landslide and cracks, making every red delirium in the city tremble in the cry. They never thought that the city that had been docile for thousands of years was actually a monster that had been sleeping for many years. Suddenly, he woke up overnight and destroyed everything.

This is an unstoppable torrent. Because of will!

A group of people in the forest were stunned: "What the hell is going on!"

"Are the locals in Bazhong going crazy or what? If they really had such resistance, why didn't they do this in wartime, but did it at this time?"

The group of people in Xilin were in pain: "It's over, the trouble is getting big. They are all talking about a truce with Hong Dean. The appearance of Bazhong has added too many variables to the negotiations."

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"The east gate fell, the west gate also fell, and now only the south gate is left."

The third prince and the only ninth-grade master in the city, listened to the report of the subordinates in Chaos. The third prince should have fought in the main force, but in order to kill Zuo Wuzhou, he stayed.

The third prince slapped the table and gritted his teeth: "These untouchables dare to resist. I ask my father to order them to be killed!"

The ninth-grade master said lightly: "Your Highness, let's go. If you don't leave, it will be too late."

The third prince said angrily: "Is it really irreversible?"

The ninth-grade master Muran: "Unless a great master takes action to shock him, otherwise..."

In such a chaos, Jiuge can never do anything other than self-protection. If it is surrounded, it may not be possible to even self-protection.

The current situation is developing very quickly. In just one hour, the world of Bazhong City was turned around.

The third prince was furious, like a wild beast about to be fierce, and was very irritable: "Go, go, go!"

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Zuo Wuzhou held the Hong Dean steel knife heavily, his eyes were full of energy, and he looked at Guan Longhu and others' heads. He was covered in blood and ran to the luxurious mansion panting, shouting wildly: "Hurry, hurry, hurry, ask His Highness the Third Prince to evacuate this place, they... they are here!"

After stumbled into the mansion, the guards had already changed their horror and quickly accompanied Zuo Wuzhou and rushed inside!

Halfway through, the guard's face changed: "The Third Prince is here!"

Zuo Wuzhou looked forward and saw the third prince and a beautiful woman hurried over. He rushed forward and cried: "Third Prince, go quickly, otherwise it would be too late!"

It seemed as if in order to show how brave the battle was, he opened his mouth and sprayed a mouthful of blood, spraying all over the sky!

Taking advantage of the moment of lying down, blood mist filled and rolled forward. While recovering his original appearance, the steel knife slashed from bottom to top towards the third prince.

"Ah!" The beautiful woman blocked the third prince and let out a sharp scream in horror!

"Not good!" Zuo Wuzhou's expression changed slightly, and his sword stagnated: "I almost killed the wrong person!"

"No, she is faster than me!"

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Chapter completed!