Chapter 1465

Wang Mang has a lot of cards in his hand for half a year from the establishment of the human alliance. This raid is revenge as well as trial. What is the highest combat power of the cultivator?

If you are against yourself, how many chances do you have for each side? ... these fuzzy data can never be known through intelligence. Only through a fight of life and death between knife and blood can we have a more intuitive understanding!

Wang Mang stood alone on the cliff about 100 Zhang high with his hands behind his back. The rough waves hit the rocks and made a roaring sound. It took three days! Three days later, it was the day when he launched a surprise attack on the inner land of the cultivator!

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"elder martial brother! This time, we're going to get into our old home! " With a white mask on his face and crazy banter in his eyes, the young man spoke to a figure urn in front of him.

At the moment, he was a little excited and became a knife in Wang Mang's hand. When he killed his classmates for the first time, there was a trace of guilt and uneasiness in his heart.

But later, he saw that all the arrogant and arrogant classmates in the past were struggling under their own swords, crying and begging for mercy. That kind of feeling was really ecstatic and comfortable!

When the generous figure heard these words, he suddenly turned back with a slow step. His bloody wolf eyes were staring at the young man.

"Pa!" A fierce slap suddenly hit his face! "Don't say what you shouldn't say! I feel sick when I hear you say that

"Yes! Elder martial brother The young man, who was slapped in the face suddenly, lowered his head and did not dare to retort. The leader with red eyes turned slowly, and the blood in his eyes seemed to be more.

He used to be the top and most expected disciple in the clan. Now he is as filthy as a pool of mud!

The growing sense of guilt and the ferocious faces of countless colleagues who died under the knife make him wake up suddenly in deep sleep in the dead of night, and he begins to become anxious and insomnia.

The huge pressure makes him only vent through more murderous killing. Maybe he can have a good sleep by killing all his familiar classmates.

"Elder martial brother! Twenty three of my classmates have died in my hands! We have sacrificed hundreds of people with this knife.

To put it in a bad way, I hope to kill all the members of our sect this time. It's really not a good feeling to share the same sect. I hope this raid can be done once and for all. "

Another strong young man could not help murmuring. The red eyed leader glanced at him, and his hoarse voice was very harsh: "yes! it will be! Let's go! In this raid, I will kill all the disciples who come across shuibomen, no matter inside or outside, even the scurvy! "

In a big city closest to the heart of the cultivator, Wang Mang was accompanied by a thin, middle-aged city leader with bandages on his cheek. He used to scan the powerful powers in the square with a kind of gloomy eyes,

they were not soldiers, they were only covered with soft armor, and they were surrounded by dark tight clothes, even their heads and faces were covered Black cloth to wrap, only a pair of eyes left outside!

The total number of troops is less than 50, but the superposed momentum is more terrifying than a hundred battle elite killed from the battlefield. This team is the arrow of this raid!