Chapter 409

In a high floor of a nearby residential building, there lived a single woman who had a bad sleep quality for three months because she was abandoned by a man. It was not easy to catch up with this time to sleep back, but she was awakened by the crackling fight below.

She covered her ears with a pillow and shouted, "decorate all day, decorate during the day and at night, and let the chandelier hit you sooner or later, so that you will lose your children and grandchildren!"

But no matter how she scolded, her voice never stopped. She felt infinite irritability. Finally, she broke out. She ran to the living room without shoes and moved the floor speaker she bought at a high price to the balcony. While operating, she said angrily: "do you think you would make a noise? Aunt won't? Look, I won't shock you! "

She played a death rock.

The sky shaking music rippled in the sky. This song death itself has a powerful melody and the strength to create a warm atmosphere.

This has played an inspiring role for the belligerents and the frightened audience.

People exclaimed in the heat.

Did the boy start to practice martial arts when he was born?

Fighting for heaven thought that even if the two knives didn't split the black horse, they would certainly hurt him seriously and spit out some blood, but he shook so many times, and the knife broke so small, and he was still injured.

He couldn't stop nodding and said, "well, my friend, it's a role. There are few martial arts skills that can stop me from fighting these two sabres."

As soon as he stamped his foot, he said in his heart, don't blow the bull ratio. Hurry up, and turn his head to Wang 66 and say, "is this guy reliable?"

Wang Liuliu scratched his chin and said, "among these killers, the most reliable is fengjiang and him."

"Where is the wind general?" he said

Wang Liuliu said, "I don't know when I was split."

"I'll wipe it, pit dad," he said

Wang Liuliu smiled and said, "you should have some confidence. Wucheng is at the end of a powerful crossbow, not to mention the arrogant capital to fight for the sky!"

The first time he killed someone was when he was only six years old. Under the guidance of his master Weng Tianbing, he stabbed a playmate seven times. What does the six-year-old child know? So when he killed this person, he thought it was some kind of game.

Later, he found that his playmates would never come out to play with him.

Since then, he has been lonely and lonely, and he is also obsessed with the knife.

When he was 18 years old, he killed the master's most proud disciple with only 60 moves.

Become famous in World War I.

Since then, he has become one of the most popular killers in the ghost sect. He has been walking in the martial arts for a whole decade and has fought hundreds of battles, with few defeats. He has not only become a representative of the demon killers, but also won the terrible reputation of "fighting for heaven".

Although he killed countless people and won as many honors as an ox hair, in retrospect, perhaps only two people could make him remember.

One of them, known as the South American killing God, has superb Sabre technique, which may be comparable to that of his master generation.

It took 47 moves to kill him.

Later, he met a second man, a killer who was as crazy and terrible as the South American God of killing. He was called a dead deed. No one knew that his teacher inherited Dao Lu. In the past, this man born for war was proud of the world as soon as he was born, and his sword technique was unparalleled.

Unfortunately, the glory of the Death Pact is short-lived, because he plays hard.

It took only 17 moves to kill him.

When Wang Liuliu finished, he let out a comfortable breath and said, "now the black ride is dead."

Mu Xiaoshan sighed gently, frowned and said, "it seems that thirty moves have passed."

Wu Cheng is still acting like the wind.

His knife was not surprising, but a knife light appeared out of thin air.

He chopped down at the top of his head and said, "you will die!"

Hearing this murderous voice, his heart trembled inexplicably. At this time, his move was formed, and his momentum was suddenly weak.

Wu Cheng hit with all his strength.

He almost instinctively transferred his strength to the knife, tried to block it with all his strength, and tried to shake back Wu's terrible knife. It was not his arrogance, but there was no time adjustment at all.

Wu Cheng attacked too fast and hard. He tried his best to start the attack. It was too late to attack.

He blinked like a ghost and came close to the sky fighting. When he saw that the sky fighting was trying his best to hold his knife, a sharp laugh rose from the corners of his mouth. Suddenly, the knife changed its course and hit the wrong edge instantly.

The sabre, which was flying at a high speed in mid air, suddenly deflected strangely.

Because it is too fast, a kind of nothingness disappears.

Suddenly appeared, has reached the chest of heaven.

He was shocked by such a strange change. A sharp pain spread from his heart to his forehead. The knife Qi forced into his skin made him cold all over.

However, fighting for heaven is a rare expert. Even under the extreme crisis, he still did not panic at all. He suddenly vomited all his breath in his chest, his chest shrunk, and his bones seemed to be squeezed and deformed, which made him similarly strangely avoid this fatal knife.

The troublemaker's eyes were bright and couldn't Stop Praising: "fortunately, he came today."

Everyone agrees, because it's amazing to work hard.

Wu Cheng was also surprised at how hard he practiced his bones and could deform at will. He also saw a strange man on TV, breaking his arm from his back waist and picking his ears, but there was no one who could do this.

The thought flashed away, and Wu took sarcasm and made a knife again.

At this time, the troublemaker waved to one of his men and said, "have the anti underworld group come?"

The man said, "it's outside. The old boss has called."

"Tell them not to come in. After killing Wucheng in a while, leave him to them to lead the work," he said

The man said, "OK!"

Chuangzi nodded with satisfaction, looked into the field again, and said, "I must admit that Wucheng is the most cruel martial arts in the past 40 years. Unfortunately, no matter how cruel it is, it will be over. Ha ha, I think I will burn half a wreath for him and Duanxin to show respect."

The man who took a few steps couldn't help looking back and asked, "boss, why is it half pinch?"

The troublemaker laughed and said, "they can scold me for being stingy on the huangquan road."

The loud music never stopped, and the fierce battle in the vegetable market never stopped.

Working hard, I gradually feel uncomfortable.

Wu Cheng's Sabre technique has no routine, and it looks even chaotic on the surface. However, he finds that his Sabre technique is basically unrestrained. If he is in a state of mind, it is not only fast, but also difficult to capture the real intention. Therefore, he feels sleepy and unable to deal with it.

Seven sabres in a row. Fight hard to split the black horse back.

As soon as he took a breath, he suddenly felt a surge of knife Qi coming again. It seemed that no one could take advantage of the fierce attack.