Chapter 611

Later, he was accepted as a disciple by Dao Sheng by chance. From that moment on, his painful experience turned into hatred, and his heart was occupied by a stubborn killing intention.

He made great efforts to cultivate his Sabre technique, and made great progress. Later, after his Sabre technique was completed, he went into the world alone and killed many people.

Finally, in order to kill more people, he set up the skeleton society, a killer organization, to win over a large number of killer elites. In this way, his intention to kill was expanded indefinitely, and his unconscious killing became an interesting killing. In this process, he felt heartfelt. It was not about money, but the deepest real feeling in his heart.

He was born to kill in his life. When he could not kill Chu Zijun, Ning fan or Jian Chi, his life would be meaningless.

So, he died, left this world, and went to another world with his killing intention.

Ning fan coughed for several times and came out of the wall slowly.

The blow of burning life was not so easy. Both of them used the purest knife. In this blow, we can not say who won or who lost, but one thing is certain that the Qianlong died. At least in this point, Ning fan won.

"Master crazy Dao, I will still keep your Dao intention. When I meet Dao Sheng in the future, I will fight him for you."

Ning fan can't figure out the reaction of Dao Sheng when he kills his apprentice. Maybe Dao Sheng will come to kill him angrily. Maybe he will pretend to be an expert and ignore him.

Of course, Ning fan subconsciously wants Dao Sheng to be an expert. After all, if Dao Sheng comes at this moment, he might as well stretch his neck and let him cut a knife. Maybe it's more real and more enjoyable.

But that's not Ning fan's style. If Dao Sheng came here, he would rather fight for death than be the ghost of Dao.

Ning fan and sword crazy tacit understanding to come together, four eyes relative, sword crazy light said: "you killed the dragon."

Ning fan shook his head and said, "we killed the Qianlong."

"Are you afraid?" Asked the swordsman.

"Are you afraid?" Ning fan does not answer rhetorical questions.

Jian Chi smiles. It's very clear and simple.

Ning fan saw her smile for the first time. It turned out that her smile was so beautiful that he was crazy.

Two people looked at like this, a smile, a silly, like a pair of madmen.

At this moment, two people's hearts were drawn in. Jianchi found that he had a good side, and his hatred had disappeared.

Ning fan found that she was actually a very simple person, simple for the sword, crazy for the sword, this kind of person is actually the most lovely.

An idea floated in his heart that it was an insult to sword mania to let such a simple person follow Huang Fengtu and such a cunning person. Huang Fengtu doesn't deserve to be followed by such a person as Jian Chi. She should be free and unrestrained. For the sake of the chi in her heart, for the sake of the simplicity in her heart, she should walk on her own road simply and stubbornly.

"I'll try to get her to leave Huang Fengtu."

Ning fan also smiles, laughing for his decision, while Jian Chi's ignorance and simplicity make him laugh.

The police outside looked at the two people who were smirking a little stupefied. Did these two people lose heart and go crazy? How could they be like fools?

They dare not disturb the two, quietly around the body of the dragon, Huang Changhe crowd squat next to the dragon.

He didn't want to let the Dragon die, but the fact was in front of him, and there was nothing he could do. He glanced at the two people who were still giggling and lowered his head, as if afraid that the other party would find him. He didn't even dare look each other in the eye.

Huang Changhe looks at the Qianlong, and the hatred in his heart surges up again. It's you, the Qianlong, who ruined me. I really want to cut you to pieces.

His eyes fixed on the silver mask, he wants to open and look at the hypocritical and hateful face.

"Ah He untied his mask and sat down on the ground in fright. Others were scared to retreat, and some fell.

They saw clearly the real face of the Qianlong, the scarred face, which was more terrible than the devil's face.

"Devil, you are the devil!" Huang Changhe cursed in a low voice. If this man is not a devil, how can he kill people like a devil? There is no pity in his heart.

After these people got used to this face, they all turned their eyes to the hall and the two fools who were still giggling.

They don't know what to do. Although the Qianlong is dead, these two people are the same as the Qianlong, and they can kill the Qianlong, which means they are more powerful than the Qianlong. In the face of such people, they have nothing but despair, and they don't have any idea of resistance.

Huang Changhe gritted his teeth. His official position here is the biggest. He can only give orders. He held back his heart palpitations and called out in his voice: "Ning fan, don't run away!"

The tacit understanding atmosphere between Ning fan and Jian Chi is completely disturbed by this sentence. Ning fan frowns wearily and turns his head.

With his four eyes opposite, Huang Changhe shrank back in fright, as if he had been pinched in the throat, unable to say a word.

Ning fan's mind flashed the whole story of this event, he gradually found that the appearance of the Qianlong can help to break his deadlock. Although he is confident that he can take back a game by telling Dongzi, Qianlong's appearance has given him a big chip in victory.

Ning fan walks out step by step, and the sword maniac follows behind silently. Her sword has disappeared, but Ning fan still carries it. Although the fire red retreats and the body of the sword recovers the unique bright color of metal, in other people's eyes, this sword is similar to a harvester, but it only harvests life.

Ning fan did not take a step, everyone's heart is like a boulder hit, so that they were surprised, at a loss.

He took a step forward, they took a step back, it seems very reluctant to pull into the distance with Ning fan.

Ning fan continued to walk, and they continued to retreat. After a while, a huge vacuum formed outside the building, leaving only the cold body of the Dragon at the door.

Ning fan stopped next to the Qianlong and looked at the terrible face. He bent down and picked up the mask, looked at it for a while, then brought it to him. Then he threw his sleeve and walked out of the building.

The wind was cold and the building was so quiet that only the sound of the wind could be heard.

Looking at the nervous crowd, Ning Fan said faintly: "where are you going to retreat?"

No one answered. Everyone's neck seemed to be pinched. There was no breath. But everyone's eyes are focused on Huang Changhe.

Huang Changhe felt the same pressure as Taishan. Looking at Ning fan, his hands trembled involuntarily.

In the crowd, a few people were pushed by the crowd. Their mood was not so afraid, but a little more complicated.