Unless...unless, he has the strength as powerful as Yang Jie!
But is this possible?
If the building owner Liu Anyue hadn't given him a life insurance policy, I'm afraid this kid would have been killed by the commander-in-chief Yang Jie.
The ancestor of the Wang family shook his head gently and laughed.
"Preach my word, tomorrow, the wedding, the Wang family will be prosperous!"
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In the gloomy room, red candles were burning quietly.
A lamp is like a bean.
The commander-in-chief Yang Jie took off his iron armor that glowed with cold light. He was wearing a cloth suit, and his face lost the sharp look. He stared at the strange sculpture in his hand with a faint look. Looking back at the past many years of fighting, only the iron suit and withered bones stayed with him for the rest of his life.
.
He has committed too many murders.
The world can no longer tolerate him!
It was a green-faced, fanged, ferocious ghost sculpture. With just a glance, you could feel the extremely strong malice and malice, as if thousands of pairs of eyes of hell ghosts were staring at it.
It has blade-like wings and a long tail on its back. A circle of heads hangs around the waist of the ghost. At its feet, it steps proudly on a surging mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. It stares into the void with its three eyes. It is extremely terrifying.
And it shocks people's hearts, as if it is a threat to the world.
Born with three eyes.
This is a thing from the underworld, exuding ominousness and weirdness.
…
Yang Jie actually swallowed the bronze evil ghost sculpture in one gulp, and his throat showed a ferocious outline, almost ready to burst.
His pupils were bloodshot, and the black and red bloodshot threads on both sides were rising and falling, like spider webs, densely packed.
"I, I, am willing to trade with you."
"Powerful Lord of the Underworld, I am willing to sacrifice my humble soul!"
The dark wind blew, and the flame on the red candle turned green, burning like a will-o'-the-wisp.
That night, the famous commander-in-chief of Wangjuantian City committed suicide in his own house.
Rumors spread throughout Tiancheng!
The legend of a generation has finally come to an end!
Some people say that the young man and the leader once looked at each other across the void.
It's like two worlds, distinct from each other.
One side wears iron armor and is hit by a storm, while the other side is gentle and gentle, a humble gentleman.
This scene seems like an eternity.
…
Yang Lie sat under his father's coffin, staring at the dead portrait.
He sat upright for a long time, raised the sword beside him, and with a stabbing sound, a severed arm fell down, bleeding like water.
He broke off an arm himself.
He gritted his teeth, wrapped the wound with a bandage, and left his father's coffin staggeringly.
…
The dejected young man with a broken arm walked into the military camp, his steps staggering, and he held a sword in his hand.
Inside the big tent.
The generals who have experienced hundreds of battles have solemn and dignified faces.
Sitting in the main seat was a man with a face like a black tiger. He had thick black hair and a body as tall as a giant god. Sitting there, he had an aura that had been killed for a long time. It was like there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood behind him.
He is the number one person under Yang Jie. He has no name and a lowly status.
Because of his ferocious and cruel nature, Yang Jie gave him the title of "Black Tiger". He once slaughtered a tribe of ferocious beasts with blood, and his murderous aura was astonishing.
"The leader is dead. Among the 10,000 ancient divine city guards, the old city lord took away his 5,000 black-armored iron soldiers. Some of the remaining ones fled and scattered. We only have 3,000 brothers in hand now.
." Black Tiger slapped the table and looked around.
"What are you going to do?"
Several veteran generals who were quite powerful and prestigious in the city guard looked at each other and shook their heads.
The white-haired veteran in the middle said seriously:
"General Black Tiger, we have been fighting with the commander for many years. We have grown old and no longer want to cause trouble. We plan to take away a thousand people and join the old city lord in exchange for a chance to enjoy our old age. Moreover, the starry sky is now in chaos, and there may be a catastrophe.
At the end of the day, the young commander is still in his infancy, so he can only let the old city lord protect him, he is an ancient god."
The black tiger slapped the table and laughed, making it unclear what this fierce tiger was thinking.
At this time, Yang Lie, who had lost his arm, walked step by step into the dark military camp.
The faces of those generals were hidden in the shadows, solemn and majestic. However, even if they discovered Yang Lie, they did not care about this second generation ancestor.
Even if he broke his arm, it would still be considered a small matter.
In battle, there are many things more tragic than losing an arm.
…
"I am coming."
At this time, Yang Lie was staring with disheveled hair, his broken arm was bloody, his dark eyes were staring at the veteran, and half of his face was as ferocious as an evil ghost.
When the white-haired veteran saw this scene, he wanted to quit.
"The last general, Black Tiger, meets the commander-in-chief!"
Wearing strong iron armor, the black tiger looked like a mountain of flesh, kneeling on one knee and supporting the ground with one palm.
"One day I will come back and build an ancient country!"
On this day, Yang Lie led 3,000 remaining defeated troops out of the Thirty-six Iron Armored City and headed for a vast unknown land.
It's like the blood of heroes continues from generation to generation.
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These days, Li Tu has been practicing hard, but he really has no divine energy to swallow. The more he practices, the more he feels that the mystery of the fragments of the Great Sword Master's book seems to reveal the truth of the Tao.
When he was tired of practicing, he would stay with Sister Xiaoyu.
Moreover, the two younger brothers he had just accepted, Xu Tian and Xiao Lao, would send a batch of divine energy almost every few days.
Li Tu achieved his wish and broke through the third level of ancient god cultivation.
Of course, these divine essences are all filial to Liu Anyue.
At the same time, two letters were sent. The words in the letters were nothing more than pitiful pleas for forgiveness, and they were deeply abhorred for the last mistake. These two people wrote their humbleness to the extreme!
On this day, Ning Ying was barefoot and carrying the unconscious Su Miaoli on her back. She was covered in blood, as if she had experienced a bloody battle.
Ning Ying and the two fell at the door of Tongbao Tower.
…
Ning Ying and Su Miaoli were lying on the bed, and the smell of the healing elixir echoed in the hall.
Li Tu breathed a sigh of relief, "Both of them are fine. Miao Li was beaten unconscious, while Ning Ying fell asleep from exhaustion."
Sister Xiaoyu patted her high chest and said, "Sir, please don't let Sister Miaoli and Ning Ying run away from home in the future. They belong to the daughter's family."
Chu Wu nodded: "Okay, I will arrange for others to do it."
He doesn't want such a dangerous thing to happen again. If something goes wrong, he will regret and feel guilty for the rest of his life.
Ning Ying woke up quietly and opened a pair of pure eyes.
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Wedding day!
The wedding convoy drove slowly and with great momentum.
This was the marriage between the Su family and the Wang family, which caused a stir in the city. The ugly and short Wang Zhu, riding a tall horse, was full of ambition.
Inside the wedding car.
Sister Xiaoyu was sitting next to the dressed-up bride.
Sister Xiaoyu said happily: "Miao Li, you are so beautiful today."
Su Miaoli, who had a cold temperament, nodded shyly, with a little girlish attitude, and looked out the carriage window with worry.
That person hasn't come yet.
Sister Xiaoyu babbled: "Oh, Miao Li, don't worry, he will definitely come. Mr. Li is so powerful now that even the commander-in-chief Yang Jie has to bow his head. The Su family and the Wang family are just like paper in front of Mr. Li.
Same."
Su Miaoli nodded, "Yeah."
In order to prevent the wedding from going unexpectedly, the Su family dispatched...
Thump thump!
The carriage stopped.
In the middle of the road, stood a young man in white, who was astonished.
"Su Yu, you're fine."
Su Yu was in the convoy, his face turned the color of pig liver.
He yelled: "Li Tu, don't be too arrogant. Today, if you destroy the marriage between the two families, you will definitely die! I said it! Do what you say!"
Li Tu didn't even look at Su Yu who looked like a clown.
At this time, Su Miaoli and Sister Xiaoyu had jumped off the carriage.
Su Miaoli was dressed in a fancy dress, looking lively and fresh, with a cool and cold temperament, like a jade beauty.
"Miao Li, come with me, let's travel around the world together." The young man in white said every word seriously.
Su Miaoli said: "I spend a lot of money and wear the best clothes."
"good."
"I want to live in a big house."
"good."
Su Miaoli wiped away her tears and ran towards him crying.
She lay on his chest and said with tears rolling down her face: "You are such a fool."
"Don't be afraid, fool, fool. Even if you have nothing, I will follow you, because I am also a fool."
"Li Tu, you are the only one I have left. Don't abandon me again, otherwise I will be very sad."
The flowers bloom and fade.
They are childhood sweethearts!
Those entanglements of love and hate, those worries and fetters, came to a perfect end at this moment.
The two met when they were teenagers and girls.
Finally got married.
I wish that all lovers in the world will never be separated in every life.
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"Ning Ying, help me take good care of Sister Xiaoyu."
The young man in white rode at full speed, his horses hoofed in the spring breeze, and took the most beautiful woman with him to enjoy the scenery for a whole day.
The Wang family and the Su family were shattered!
The ancestor of the Wang family stood directly on the ceremony table and knocked Su Changtian over with a slap, causing hot vegetable soup to splash all over his body.
This man, who had won the position of head of the family as the concubine of the Su family, felt as if he was dead at this moment.
The Su family fell!
The ancient demon wolf in the early stage of the god level actually rebelled? It has been raised by the Su family for so many years. Even if it is a dog, it will have kindness, right?
But, it rebelled.
He actually chose Li Tu.
Su Changtian was furious: Why? What methods did that kid use? Who will tell me?
The ancestor of the Wang family said angrily, "Send a hundred divine warriors and release the monster in the house. I will make sure that Li Tu dies without a burial place today!"
"He has brought great embarrassment to my Wang family! This boy is so hateful!"
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"Ancestor of the Wang family, there is no need to hunt me, I will come here by myself. Li Tu came over with an innocent look on his face.
"I came uninvited."
Immediately, a hundred divine warriors surrounded Li Tu with evil eyes. These were the eagle dogs of the Wang family and were very loyal.
"Ning Ying, I leave it to you. Let's fight one against a hundred. I believe in you."
The thug Ning Ying nodded silently, her eyes burning like fire.
She wants to challenge her limits and break 100.
At that time, the invincible war king traveled across the southern sky, fought for three thousand miles, and once used his sword to fight against a million soldiers.
Millions of enemies!
And she, as the ancient tribe's most promising woman to surpass the King of War God and repair the ancient roads.
She shoulders the destiny of a powerful ancient tribe.
How can we admit defeat? How can we be afraid? How can we be content with it?