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The most common one is a kind of "vote-seeking syndrome", which I have.
The best way to treat such a disease is to vote a lot
So please be kind to all my book friends.
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A heart-chilling cry came from the alley.
The soldier hurriedly walked from the alley alone. Yang Shuang thought that the beggar must have been killed. Thinking that a beggar dared to stop him at will, his mood suddenly became bad, and he said sternly: "What's wrong?"
The soldier did not answer, and walked towards Yang Shuang with his head bent.
Yang Shuang was slightly surprised. He vaguely felt that something was wrong and couldn't figure it out for a moment. Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves came from one end of the long street, and a group of officers shouted along the way: "Captain Yang, we thought you were gone far away, but it turns out you are still there."
Wait here for us to discuss something."
Yang Shuang smiled, waved to his colleagues who were speeding by, and casually asked the soldiers coming out of the alley: "What happened?"
The soldier glanced at the officers who were running in the distance, and his eyes were focused. His eyes moved with a hint of coldness: "Someone intends to assassinate... you!"
There was a crisp sound, and a dazzling brilliance burst out instantly, stinging everyone's eyes! It was like a scorching sun in the sky, with a fierce and life-threatening momentum.
At a moment when everyone was caught off guard, the scorching sun suddenly turned into a vast ocean.
No, it's not a pool, but a sea. The whirlpool is like a tornado in the sea. The waves are so soft and pathos that the power that penetrates into the heart slowly erodes, but is torn apart in an instant.
This unique aura makes everyone feel a kind of fear from the heart, just like the softest thing suddenly becomes violent, from the softest to the strongest, setting off a stormy sea, which can beat the most stubborn person into flesh.
mud!
The most powerful water is called "Ruyihuan"!
The circles are like whirlpools, intertwined layer by layer, circles within circles, and there is water in the water. It is extremely soft, and the water is endlessly lingering. The tearing force erupting from the center is like an invisible giant using supreme power to tear this lingering
tear.
A critical change makes the transition from soft to rigid, and the momentum is like violently tearing this space into countless pieces.
Yang Shuang, who was in the center of the vortex, had his eyes bulging out, and his face was ashen as he greeted this terrifying move, this exquisite move. He didn't even know what move to use to parry it.
Every burst of momentum was like a blade cutting into every part of his body. The bright red blood spilled out from all over his body, but was drawn by the breath and floated in all directions like rootless water.
.
It was definitely not Yang Shuang's hallucination, it was a real blade that cut him in the blink of an eye.
It's so scary, so powerful.
Zuo Wuzhou was no less shocked than Yang Shuang. Before the "Ruyi Ring" was actually used in actual combat, he never dared to imagine that the power of this move could reach such a terrifying level.
Yang Shuang almost closed his eyes and waited for death, but when he used this trick, he was extremely happy to find that although he was seriously injured, he was still alive! When he looked carefully, he finally recognized it, and he was very angry: "Yes
you!"
"Fourth level, you only have fourth level cultivation, how dare you assassinate me!" His voice was extremely frightened.
It's not that Zuo Wuzhou doesn't want to kill the enemy with one move, it's because the soul power of the fourth-level cultivation is limited. If both the water and gold souls explode, it will not be difficult to kill the enemy, but then there will be no soul power to escape.
The war horse fell to the ground with a crash, pressing Yang Shuang beneath him!
Zuo Wuzhou rushed to the roof like a sharp arrow, his eyes were as firm as steel, and when he waved his hand, several flashes of light broke through the air to attack the war horse!
Those few flashes of light were reflected in Yang Shuang's pupils. He was seriously injured by the "Ruyi Ring", and the weight of hundreds of kilograms of the war horse made him unable to breathe, and his face was pale and frightened!
Under the scorching sun, several flashes of light grew bigger and bigger in the reflection of the pupils! With several pops of sound, they penetrated into the body of the war horse, bringing out several brilliant and reflective blood flowers.
Yang Shuang howled in pain, and several red light spots penetrated from the body of the war horse and were all nailed into his body. His howl dragged out a long death note like a variation.
Zuo Wuzhou jumped up to the roof with a smooth body, and his voice was as cold as iron. The cold voice from the heart soared in the air, and his passion was overwhelming: "If you want to kill my whole family, I will take your life first."
The soldiers roared sadly and rushed into the air, heading straight for Zuo Wuzhou.
Zuo Wuzhou had no tricks at all. He decapitated the soldier with his speed and strength alone. He jumped in the air and grabbed the head of the soldier. Blood dripped from the tip of the knife, just like a demon!
After killing the sixth-grade soul martial artist in one fell swoop, Zuo Wuzhou suddenly felt confident, looked up to the sky and howled wildly, then jumped down to escape.
The assassination process was quick and fleeting, without any sloppiness, just like a veteran who had assassinated countless times. It was really shocking.
Especially if it happened not far from the tea house, it would fall into the eyes of many people. This assassination that happened in broad daylight, the assassination of a fourth-rank man against a sixth-rank man, was quickly spread among people.
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"Thieves, please leave!"
"Catch the assassin!"
A group of officers who were running in the distance were stunned. When they came to their senses, they roared in unison, as if the rabbit was dead and the fox was pitiful. For a moment, the whole street was in chaos.
This group of mid-level officers all have good cultivation skills. They either jump on the rooftops to track the assassins, or they inform the whole city to arrest the assassins.
These six or seven officers have all reached the fifth level of cultivation. Almost all the others are of the sixth level. There is even one who is a seventh-level soul general. The number of people is already advantageous, and with the advantage of cultivation, after a while,
Then I saw Zuo Wuzhou’s figure!
During the chase, the aura was naturally released. As Zuo Wuzhou rushed towards the predetermined escape point, he felt the strong aura and his heart shrank suddenly: "Oh no, six people are chasing me, and they are all much stronger than me.
, at least a fifth or sixth grade cultivation level."
"I may not be able to defeat just one of them. Six of them are at the fifth and sixth levels, and I am no match for them. Unfortunately, there is still some distance between us and our escape point at this moment. What should I do?"
Even though he was facing the most powerful crisis in history, Zuo Wuzhou still tried his best to stay calm and think about a way to escape. Suddenly, with a thought in his mind, he slipped away and moved smoothly.
There was a muffled roar, and the stone slabs on the ground were stabbed by an iron spear and exploded into pieces.
A man whose aura surged through Zuo Wuzhou's induction looked at him coldly, with strong murderous intent, and said disdainfully: "You are very good, with a fourth-level cultivation, you can actually kill a sixth-level Yang Shuang!".
This person has a pair of broken eyebrows in his life, and his appearance is extremely ferocious. He sneers endlessly: "I am the seventh grade, try and see if you can kill me!"
Zuo Wuzhou was shocked and took a step back. His heart was already filled with shock: "It turned out to be a seventh-grade soul general!"
Even so, he has absolutely no regrets. Since he is determined to take this road, he will go on with determination and will never turn around and choose again just because the scenery on the road is not good.
"Yes, he wants to undermine my will to fight!" Zuo Wuzhou concentrated his mind and refused to be moved by it. Whether it was a sixth-grade or a seventh-grade fighter, he would have to fight it before he knew it.
A few rumblings broke through the air, and the other five officers quickly gathered around.
There was a hint of ferocity in the eyes of this seventh-grade soul general, as well as a trace of appreciation. The young man in front of him could still keep his mind and fighting spirit in front of a seventh-grade strong man, and he had only seen two people with such a strong will in his life.
The one he saw last time was not an ordinary person, but a super tenth grade one.
Infinite murderous intent surged in the heart of this seventh-grade soul general. The young man in front of him had such willpower for only the fourth grade. He was still a fourth-grade young man. His future prospects were limitless, and there was no guarantee that he would not become a super tenth grade.
This young man must be strangled in his infancy and must not be given a chance to grow! Otherwise, it will become a serious problem.
The murderous aura from the seventh-grade soul general was revealed without reservation. The other five people did not understand why this seventh-grade soul commander was so obsessed with a fourth-grade soul general. They also thought that this man was sad and angry because of Yang Shuang's death, but they felt this in their hearts.
The seventh grade has good character and is worthy of friendship.
The others hurriedly said: "Third Prince!"
"Leave it to me." This seventh-grade soul general was the third prince of the Red Delirium Kingdom. He waved the black iron spear coldly, determined not to give the young man in front of him a chance to survive.
The difference between the fourth grade and the seventh grade is not only three levels, but also the gap between soul warriors and soul warrior generals. Although there is not as big a gap between soul warriors and soul warriors, it is definitely another trench that is not easy to cross.
The murderous aura of this seventh grade alone was as if it were real, emanating out, making Zuo Wuzhou feel like he was out of breath, and his heart was heavy with great pressure.
Not to mention the intimidating gazes of several sixth-grade soul martial masters beside him, Zuo Wuzhou even suspected that if he hadn't come back from hard training on the battlefield, he might have almost collapsed under the pressure of such a suppressive aura.
Zuo Wuzhou shook his head, got rid of unnecessary thoughts, concentrated his mind, swung his sword to make a false strike, and got rid of the suppression of some momentum, and said in a deep voice: "If you want to kill me, just come! No matter you are seventh grade or
You have to fight to know the tenth level."
The third prince's eyes were cold and piercing. The momentum of a group of sixth and seventh graders could not suppress this young man. This showed his tenacity and he really couldn't keep him.