My mother-in-law, I didn’t even bother to say it in advance. I was so blind that I was caught off guard and didn’t even save the manuscript.
I was really vomiting blood. I was so stunned.
It seems that I have written a million words today, but I didn’t notice it. It was a mistake. If I had noticed it earlier, I could have used it as a sign of humiliation. It was such a mistake.
I worked hard to finish the manuscript to see if I could make out one and a half chapters.
Let's all get some encouragement.
Chapter 245: Thousands of heroes and arrogance
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The killing sound soared like thunder from the sky, shocking countless people in the world.
Nowadays, the fields are full of killings and bones are piled up. Zuo Wuzhou is very happy and excited. His whole body is boiling hot. His body is full of blood and his nerves are extremely excited.
There is nothing else in sight but endless enemies waiting for him to take his head.
In this way, it is really an extremely excited state, and it is really a heartfelt state of mind. However, it still maintains the clarity of the spiritual platform, allowing the body to explode, allowing oneself to become the unparalleled god of war, wallowing in the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses.
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The more you fight, the more excited you are. The more you kill, the happier you are.
Although he is a little paranoid, it is always the paranoid who can achieve great things in these times. Zuo Wuzhou, who has come out of fighting and killing, naturally prefers fighting and killing. It would be ridiculous if he were to get excited about landscapes, calligraphy and painting.
Extremely.
Follow your own path and see your own scenery. Don't look back.
The battle has been going on for half an hour, and the situation is extremely tragic.
It was really terrifying. Wherever Zuo Wuzhou went, blood flowed everywhere. It even dyed the black land red for hundreds of meters in radius.
There were corpses everywhere, not a single corpse was intact. It is difficult to describe this scene. It was like a killing battlefield. It was like a horrific hell.
Hundreds of corpses were scattered like this and disappeared into thin air.
The heroes looked at the man in black, whose whole body was stained with blood. He looked like a bloody man, and they seemed to see a devil and a monster.
If they hadn't known that there was no way out, if they hadn't known that they and Zuo Wuzhou were at odds with each other, their shattered courage would have been completely annihilated and they would have fled completely.
The heroes knew that either Zuo Wuzhou would die or they would.
The reason couldn't be simpler. If Zuo Wuzhou, known as the murderer and the god of murder, cannot be resolved in this battle, they will have no way of surviving until Zuo Wuzhou regains his foothold in Ronghe District. Not only that, it may also spread to a wider area.
The black-clad murderer in front of me, who came back from hell, must die.
On the issue of life and death, even if the soul cultivator lost his courage, he still dared to attack crazily with all his strength. Even Zuo Wuzhou, who had killed hundreds of people, was also howling crazily.
At this point in the battle, the eyes of each of the heroes were full of fear and survival, and they were all filled with blood. It was hard to say whether it was the bloody Zuo Wuzhou reflected in their eyes, or their eyes had reflected the madness in their hearts.
"Why can't you kill him? How is it possible?" Everyone in the group of heroes looked at the black-clothed murderer who seemed to always have infinite energy. They were extremely frightened. They were on the verge of collapse, but they struggled to survive.
The heroes were extremely regretful: "It would have been better if I had handed the person over before."
The black-clothed God of Death is like a devil or a god of war who can never be defeated or killed. The past is brought back by the screams and sorrows again and again, and everyone is wailing in the overlap between the past and the present.
There is nothing more terrifying than seeing a person and finding out that it seems that you can never defeat him. This kind of psychological pressure is almost going to push the heroes to a dead end.
"Who is he? Is he a human, a monster, a ghost or a monster!" The heroes trembled in their hearts, but they still had to fight for survival.
The killing continued, and the heroes became more and more crazy. All kinds of howls, all kinds of hoarse roars, all kinds of pitiful screams, all kinds of miserable sounds, merged into a torrent of the most evil sounds, which condensed and never dispersed.
The more crazy it becomes.
But this madness was caused by one person. A black-clad murderer who returned from hell, and almost drove thousands of people crazy.
What a majesty and momentum.
Another Emperor Wu died, Liu Muyun and Emperor Tie Wu. Their faces were both green and white, and they were extremely defeated. They gritted their teeth and said, "This madman."
Then Dong, Lu Zhongyun and other four great Martial Emperors Mu Yun and Tie Wu Emperor, as well as Ma Wu Emperor and Yan Wu Emperor appeared. The other two Martial Emperors were killed by Zuo Wuzhou's fierce counterattack during successive sneak attacks.
Liu Muyun and other four great martial emperors saw it with their own eyes. They no longer dared to complain and went to sneak attacks among them. They were furious: "How did he notice it? How could he notice us when we were among so many people? He also
It’s not like he has one more heart than us.”
The mind does not have many lives. But with Zuo Wuzhou's excellent perception and his sobriety during the battle, he is enough to detect any sneak attacks that try to fish in troubled waters.
If it weren't for the purpose of retaining the four great Martial Emperors to strengthen the hearts of the heroes and prevent them from collapsing, Zuo Wuzhou might not be able to kill them one by one.
Liu Muyun and others did not know Zuo Wuzhou's secret advantage, but after the battle, the four of them were in a state of panic. They really had the illusion that the opponent was invincible and that everything on their side was known. This was really extremely embarrassing.
Demoralize.
Recalling Zuo Wuzhou's tenacity five years ago, the four great martial emperors all shuddered: "He has a treasure that can replenish his soul power. If he continues like this, with this lunatic's tenacity, we will all be killed."
Killing thousands of people at a time? This is really crazy to have such an idea. But Zuo Wuzhou is indeed achieving his goal step by step. One-fifth of the soul monks have fallen under the butcher's knife. But he still can't see it.
Tired of being left without a boat.
"I knew it earlier" Liu Muyun said in despair.
If I had known today, why bother in the beginning.
Emperor Tiewu said with a livid face: "Don't talk about so much, just tell me what to do now."
The courage of the heroes has been broken, and the courage of the four great martial emperors has been broken. Liu Muyun comes from the "True Soul Heaven", but "Lu has never seen such a fierce battle method so fierce! People. Even Jing Yiyi is not necessarily better than Zuo
Wuzhou has done better.
The four great martial emperors looked at the killing god wielding a butcher knife and restrained their panic and trembling.
But there was nothing we could do.
Song Xihu lost his mind: "This battle will be earth-shattering. This battle will be famous throughout the ages."
Pang Ji nodded in agreement. In his entire life, he had never seen someone so wild and almost crazy. One against a thousand? Crazy.
Song Xihu watched for a long time and suddenly broke into a cold sweat. He turned pale with horror: "He wants to kill all these thousands of people."
Song Xihu suddenly understood. Nie Wen and others were dumbfounded: "Kill them all? Even if you wait for him to kill them one by one without moving, it will take a long time."
"He's not that easy to kill and crazy."
Tannu and others unknowingly leaned towards Jingchang's Yaksha: "Are you Yaksha? What on earth does he want to do...
Yasha sneered silently: "He wants to kill all these thousands of people, leaving no one behind."
Talking about anger and other shocks, I was momentarily lost and speechless.
Yasha looked at the scene coldly: "Since these people are trying to be his enemies, they must die."
Even if he doesn't hesitate to waste precious replenishing liquid, Zuo Wuzhou will kill these people alone. If using violence to fight violence can protect the people around him, Zuo Wuzhou will never mind killing more people.
The reason why the remaining four great Martial Emperors are not killed is because they want to keep these four great Martial Emperors to sit here and make the heroes think that there is still a chance to kill Zuo Wuzhou. Only with such temptation can the heroes be welded here.
With half a bottle of Yuan Replenishing Liquid continuously replenishing his soul power, Zuo Wuzhou was enough to sustain him. As long as the heroes did not escape, Zuo Wuzhou could strangle these thousands of people bit by bit.
They must not be able to escape. Once they escape, Zuo Wuzhou and Yaksha cannot stop them. Once these people escape, in Zuo Wuzhou's eyes, they will be in endless trouble.
Tan Nu and the other five great Martial Emperors were so shocked that they lost their voices. One Martial Emperor wanted to kill thousands of soul monks above the Martial Lord. If it were normal, Tan Nu and others would have thought that this person was crazy.
But look at the scene of blood flowing into a river, look at the scene of blood dyeing the earth red. It seems that we are developing towards this goal. An impossible goal is being achieved.
Whether it's the murderous intention to kill thousands of people at once or this kind of madness, it makes Tan Nu and others' hair stand on end: "Becoming an enemy of Zuo Wuzhou is definitely the biggest mistake any soul monk can make." "Haha.
Haha, happy, so happy."
Laughing heartily, the laughter went crazy into the heart, angering countless soul monks, but it also spontaneously gave rise to panic
limit.
The dragon without a boat on the left walks like a tiger, its body moves like a raging fire, just like the flames burning in the sky of wine. The blazing smell almost burns the air.
The divine light in his eyes shined brightly, instantly like an expanded King Kong, glaring at all living beings. He cut it down with a single slash, causing the blood to fly.
The passion in his heart was flying freely, his joy was boundless, and his heart was extremely happy. He couldn't help but sing wildly to the sky under the excitement of his emotions, with such momentum and majesty. Zheng Zheng seemed to have turned into a giant standing tall on the sky and the earth.
One person fights thousands of soul monks alone, what a heroic heart, what a turbulent emotion.
One man beat thousands of monks to the point where they were about to collapse, their souls were scattered, and their livers and gallbladders were split apart. This was such a peerless style that the orthodox people will never forget this moment of killing at noon, ravaged by the sun, for the rest of their lives.
This place has become a battlefield, a bloody place. The floating blood and flying flesh are everywhere, blocking out the sky and making the sun and moon lack light.
On the green hills, the red flowers and green leaves have been stained with layers of blood spots, and they are unparalleled in beauty. The so-called bright as spring flowers and bright as autumn moon is nothing more than that.
It is the blooming mountain flowers and red spots. The scorching sun reflects all this in a poetic and romantic way.
This countless blood, countless red flowers and green leaves are witnessing this hell of killing.
The soul monks were wailing, praying, and going crazy.
But there was a black-clothed murderer who was attacking everyone like a dragon and a tiger with every step. Thousands of soul monks, showing madness and panic, were taken by the courage of this man and actually retreated step by step.
A lifetime of soul cultivation can lead to this moment of glory. This is already an endless lifetime.
One against a thousand, madness, it is indescribable madness. It is not arrogant, but wild, very wild.
The arrogance that is released from the bone marrow is truly released in the gestures of fighting thousands of people alone. The soul monk is moving step by step. But he is confused, hasty, scared and slumped. He does not understand why the black-clothed killing god is so confident and why he is so
Difficult to fight.
Could it be that there really are such immortal people in this world? As everyone knows, the body can die, but the majesty lasts forever and the spirit is immortal.
Only in this way can one be truly strong. He will retreat when encountering setbacks. No matter how strong his cultivation is, he is still just a mediocre person.
Only with an unquenchable fighting spirit and a hard struggle against the current can one be called a strong person. This is because these people never give in even if they are defeated or die.
It's just that steel bean. It can't be broken by a hammer, flattened by a hammer, broken by rubbing, rounded by blowing, or stretched. Otherwise, how can it be called a real man? How can it be regarded as a man's blood?
It doesn't matter if one is against a thousand. My heart will not change, my mind will not fall, and I will continue to kill. Even if there are thousands of enemies, I only need to break their courage, break their will, and break their spirit. That's it.
They are just mediocre people.
What is a strong person? If you can't be strong when you are strong, if you can't become more courageous with every setback, how can you be a strong person?
So what about fighting! So what about killing! So what about being wild!
Zuo Wuzhou was immersed in the battle, with nothing else in his mind. But at this moment, the hair on his hair stood on end, and there was a warning sign!
Several figures suddenly flew over from the horizon!
One of them, Brother Lan, made a violent sound, like lightning rushing over, roaring for nine days: "Bold maniac, how dare you cause trouble in Ronghe District, do you still care about me, the Diao Xing Sect!"
Fast, really extremely fast. At lightning speed, it stopped whizzing in the blink of an eye.
It is really unwise for this man in blue to show up at this moment. Please note that Zuo Wuzhou is not "bath or kill" at this time. With Dufan's savings reaching the peak of Cangxin, the fighting spirit in his chest is so high that the Six Female Guards are forgetting their emotions.
Suddenly he burst into laughter with excitement: "Hahaha, good time!"
Without a trace of emotion or any hindrance, he greeted the man in blue with great enthusiasm! The stars in his eyes were shining brightly!
As if to stop the speed of the man in blue, Zuo Wuzhou turned around, stepped on his feet, and suddenly soared into the sky like a gill, with momentum soaring into the night. His fighting spirit was so high that it was almost unshakable. He raised his head to the sky with an unstoppable sound.
Howling wildly, punching with one fist!
The five souls exploded instantly, which was the "Heaven-shaking Seal"
There was such a sound that the sky was shattering and the earth was shattering, sweeping across the sky. It even gave people the illusion that the sky and the earth were shaking.
The "Heaven-shaking Seal" is actually a combination of the richness of the earth element and the sharpness of the metal element. Once it moves, it has the power to overturn the heaven and earth. In an instant, the sun and moon are completely without light, and the wind and clouds are rolling.
The man in blue's eyes narrowed, he thought very highly of himself, but he was greeted by Yu Nei Wushuang's fierce move.
A ferocious and ferocious breath hit his face, almost freezing his heart. The man in blue was shocked to feel that this punch was threatening the future with boundless power. He groaned, his face turned pale, and he was shaken: "He is the Emperor Wu.
?Impossible. This combat skill is so terrifying."
It was just a moment of fighting, and the man in blue immediately felt a bit horrified. It was rare in his life to see such a terrifying Wu Emperor!
However, Emperor Tiewu sensed this terrifying power and immediately shuddered. Then his eyes lit up and everyone cheered: "It's Master Wuyu. He is dead this time. It's someone from the Soul Palace. Hahaha."
Countless soul monks breathed a sigh of relief, but they didn't believe it. Could it be that the strong men in the Soul Palace couldn't kill Zuo Wuzhou...
They cheered together, but they were all speechless. They watched the most incredible scene in shock.
"No, it's Wu Yu sent by the Diao Xing Sect!"
Pang Ji jumped up, murderous intent flashing in his eyes. Regardless of whether Zuo Wuzhou was willing to join the Changkong Sect, but with his relationship with Nie Wen, Pang Ji would definitely try to save the twenty-eight-year-old Emperor Wu.
"This Zuo Wuzhou must not die." Pang Ji was furious and was about to take action.
Song Xihu, Xuan Qian and Nie Wen were stunned, their eyes were straight, and they were shocked!
One thought arises, one thought dies.
The man in blue believed that he was a martial artist, but he was careless and underestimated the enemy. As soon as he came, he suffered a terrifying "Heaven-shaking Seal"
Before he could even breathe out, Zuo Wuzhou suddenly saw a drop of Yuan Replenishing Liquid enter his mouth, and his arrogance started to rise again. In an instant, the terrifying "Seven Killing Fists" came over him.
The first thing the man in blue did wrong was to underestimate the enemy. The second thing was to let Zuo Wuzhou seize the opportunity. This was a fatal mistake.
The "Seven Killing Fist" was unleashed continuously. The extremely cruel evil energy actually forced all the words of the man in blue back into his throat. This missed opportunity, under the continuous punches of the "Seven Killing Fist"
, how do you still have a chance?
Even though the man in blue was a martial artist, he could only get a few breathers. Before he could think about it carefully, the endless punches came again.
In this way, he was forced to be caught off guard and unable to fight back. The man in blue was shocked and angry, and he was filled with shame and anger. He screamed angrily after brewing for a long time: "Ignorant madmen who dare to cause chaos in Ronghe District deserve to die!"
Zuo Wuzhou's eyes were cold, his fighting spirit was fierce, and his murderous intention was fierce. The "Seven Killing Fist" was like one wave after another of hurricanes, attacking suddenly without any pause.
With all his strength, drop after drop of Yuan Tonic Liquid flowed into his mouth as if it were free of charge. The man in blue was dumbfounded: "Who is this man? He actually wasted such precious Yuan Yuan Liquid."
"Also, what kind of combat skill is this? It can be used continuously!" The man in blue was shocked and angry: "What a murderous intention!"
The "Seven Kills Fist" is the result of seven kills in his life. It was rolled out and honed in the battle formation. Even his name is "Seven Kills", which shows how murderous he is.
Therefore, another particularly terrifying feature of the "Seven Killing Fists" is the number of times it is used in a cycle.
many.
As long as the enemy does not die, there will be nowhere to vent his murderous intent. It will surely accumulate more and more.
The "Seven Killing Fist" has been used for a long time. Now when it is used against the man in blue, the murderous intent is almost overwhelming and tense. With one movement, the murderous intent is like thousands of needles shooting out at once, just like those heart-piercing thorns. It even makes this person
The man in blue felt the skin all over his body was tingling.
Such a strong and terrifying murderous aura is like clouds in the sky, almost solidified. This murderous aura alone is enough to kill any martial master.
The man in blue appeared at a totally inappropriate time and place, but he happened to encounter Zuo Wuzhou, who had unprecedented fighting spirit and momentum. This was really a mistake.
As soon as he arrived, he was attacked by Zuo Wuzhou like a crazy tiger. Even though the man in blue had all kinds of abilities, he still couldn't stop this terrifying boxing technique. Moreover, his cultivation level was far inferior to Mu Longqing's, let alone Mu Longqing's.
Unable to resist.
In terms of physical skills, he is only slightly stronger than Zuo Wuzhou. How can he stop Zuo Wuzhou from attacking with all his strength?
It was like an evil tiger descending from the mountain. The fierce murderous aura was overwhelming and solid, making the man in blue tremble with fear.
One word was as sonorous as a war drum, arousing the passion of countless people. That word was like a steel knife scraping bones, singing wildly, and suddenly looking down on the world: "You say I am a fanatic, I will show you!
"
"Hahaha!" Zuo Wuzhou laughed wildly, completely forgetting his feelings. He didn't care who was in front of him, and the sound of reverence swept through the world like thunder: "I am singing wildly and laughing to the sky. Who is the hero of flying domineeringly!"
A heroic song, and the boxing skills complement each other. The sound is like drum beats, and the coordination is seamless, and the momentum of the momentum suddenly increases.
The men in blue were horrified and retreated steadily.
A good sentence: I sing wildly and smile to the sky, who is the hero of flying and domineering?
Thousands of heroic figures, thousands of proud figures. Thousands of words, all condensed into one sentence.
The atmosphere of all the heroes in the room was captured by these bold words.