Uncrowned Evil Emperor

In the woods, Hen Wuji's face was as ugly as it could be, that firm slap on the back of the ram was as indestructible as hitting a city wall several feet thick, and there was even a faint feeling of repulsion. The force bounced back involuntarily from the Qi Armor, and the shaking Hen Wuji's palm couldn't help being sore and numb, and a trace of cold blood entered his body through the pores under the fine lines in the palm, and that force was crushing and smashing into Huanglong. .It took a lot of effort for Hen Wuji to dissipate the cold dark energy, and at the same time consumed a lot of real energy.

"Air armor!"

Hen Wuji exclaimed, for such an astonishing defensive power, the gas-like armor condensed from the tangible and tangible outer gang, is nothing but the rumored air armor.

Shocked, Hen Wuji said badly, Gongyang Yu's skills were not inferior to his own, and he took a slap from him after only a hundred or so torn apart, obviously to lure himself into the bait.

Hen Wuji thought clearly in an instant, but there was no room for his greedy attack, and it must be too late to retreat now.

In horror, Hen Wuji raised his head and saw ferocious sparks spewing out from the eyes full of hatred of the ram, and the thin and withered body, which seemed to be blown by the wind, suddenly burst out with astonishing power. When Yu's chest straightened out, a large piece of his back immediately collapsed, and the force of suction and pulling that resulted directly brought him into a somersault.

Before Hen Wuji fell to the ground, Gongyang Yuteng turned his legs and jumped into the air, and a magnificent slanted slash with his left arm swept towards the top of his head.

No head is guaranteed!

Hen Wuji's face turned pale with shock, the seven souls almost disappeared except for the three souls.

It's just that he has become a middle-level master of Tianwu Realm. When it comes to cultivation, Shangguan Lingyun is here, and Huangfu Fan is not his enemy when he is alive. Waist, the whole person turned into a prawn and escaped the knife by chance.

Of course, he also understands that Gongyang Yu's skills are not weak, and even stronger than many years ago. I really don't know how this damn old thing cured the Hanyou ice energy, which was tempered. The internal strength of the cold poison, which had not killed him in ten years, unexpectedly appeared alive and well.

Hen Wuji gritted his teeth, and let his entire back come out. He couldn't dodge it, so he could only hold on...

"puff!"

As expected, how could Gong Yang let go of such a good opportunity, the gleaming bloody arm saber Lan Wang Dasheng cut Hen Wuji's back to pieces for the second time.

This is Hate Wuji, if you change someone casually, even if it is Supreme Sword Chi who stands here, at least he will make a clean break and die on the spot.

Feeling the severe pain coming from his back, sweat beaded from Hen Wuji's forehead. Pain was inevitable, but he knew that he must not stop at this juncture.

Thinking of this, he simply rushed forward, ignoring the slippery and muddy soil splashing in his mouth, he stuck his head on the ground and slammed his palms on the ground, splashing countless mud, sand and rocks.

This palm implied inner energy, and the mud and rocks flew up under the influence of the dark energy and became as hard as a hidden weapon. Swish, swish, turned into a sharp hidden weapon and flew towards Gong Yangyu.

"Fuck, and pretty fucking cunning."

Gongyang Yuzheng was waiting to chase after him fiercely, when he saw the mud and rocks flying towards him, he had to dodge his sharp edge, and swung his knife to chop off the mud and rocks. When Gong Yang Yu rushed forward again, Hen Wuji had already stood with his long sword stand up.

"Gongyang Yu, I didn't expect that I haven't seen you for ten years, and your cultivation base has improved to the point of being like a servant. I hate that I really regret not being able to kill you..."

Hen Wuji gritted his teeth and burst out blood, a cavity of remorse grew in his body.

"Ten years ago?" Gong Yang burst into tears in the cold and small eyes of Mung Bean. Ten years ago, the scene of the destruction of mountains and villages, the death of relatives in the sea of ​​fire, and the death of swords reappeared.

"Grandpa..., help me, grandpa..."

"Father... let's go..."

"Master..."

"Village Master, avenge us..."

The bloody past is vivid in my mind, and the ram's eyes suddenly turned red and ferocious like a wild beast: "Fuck, hate Wuji, there are more than [-] lonely souls in Kuguzhai, and today I am looking for you to pay for my life, take my life... "

Roaring, the ram rushed forward like a lion that had lost its cub. His steps were so chaotic that he couldn't see any rules. It seemed that the anger that had been accumulated for more than ten years had taken over the high ground of reason. As soon as he jumped out, he seemed to see his relatives standing behind him, and even in all directions. On those familiar faces, all the mouth shapes spit out the same meaning in unison...

kill!

revenge!

Revenge blood hatred!

"kill!"

Gong Yang's anger burned to the extreme. In just a dozen steps, the blue light on his body suddenly changed from light blue, sky blue, sea blue to deep blue. At the high level of Tianwu Realm...

"Pong!"

The unattractive Gongyang Yu, the short and ugly old man who can't be described in words, at this moment, bloomed the most glorious moment in his life. The blue sky filled the sky, as if turning the woods into a bottomless ocean. It was full of bloody cold breath.

"Blood Soul Eight Desolation..."

"Shh~shh~shh~shh~shh~"

The shadows of swords all over the sky were unleashed fearlessly, even Feng Jueyu, who was standing not far away, couldn't see clearly what happened in the center of the battlefield. Feng Jueyu was deeply touched by Gongyang Yu's resentment, although he had never experienced it before. , but just imagine how desperate it would be for a person to watch the seventy-odd relatives of his family fall under the enemy's butcher's knife.

The most painful thing in the world is this. Feng Jueyu couldn't help but shed tears when he saw the shadow of the desperate knife flying all over the sky and the glow of the knife of revenge.

"Old man, congratulations on your revenge..."

Feng Jueyu raised his head and wiped away his tears, feeling more and more that giving up this opportunity to Gong Yang was the most correct thing he had ever done in his life.

Hate Wuji, he deserves to die.

Deserving a thousand cuts.

"puff!"

"Ah~"

A heart-piercing howl came from the shadow of the knife, crushing the continuous screams of sword collisions, and deeply covered the pain in the ram's heart. At this moment, he poured out all his anger All vented on Hen Wuji...

"Puff~puff~puff~puff~puff~puff~"

A series of springs of blood surged up to the sky, filling the entire forest in an instant, like a rain of mournful blood, dyeing the green leaves as red as blood.

One knife, two knives, three knives...

I can't describe the sorrow and pain of the past ten years...

Ten knives, twenty knives, thirty knives...

Ten years of grievances that have not been repaid...

Gongyang Yu, the lazy and ruthless old man who had always been in Feng Jueyu's heart, finally vented his ten-year-old grievances, and pinned all his anger on the short, long-armed knife in his hand.

"Pong!"

There was a sound of shock, the light of the sword disappeared, and a chubby figure burst out of Feng Jueyu's pupils like a cannonball. on the cliff.

The crushed stones were crushed into powder and flowstones, which splashed endlessly, but they couldn't stop the unfinished hatred of Gong Yang. Even though his face was scratched by flowstones with countless bloodstains, Gong Yang rushed over without hesitation, and smashed the two handles together. The arm knife used all its strength to stab Hen Wuji's chest fiercely, and nailed him to the cold cliff...

The gray smoke drifted away slowly, that fat body hung alone on the not thick arm saber, but it was firm and stubborn to prevent Hen Wuji's body from falling off.

The blood wrote an ending of grievances along the cliff, flowed into the earth, and declared the end.

It can be seen that Hen Wuji had died a long time ago, and before he died, he did not forget to use the most terrified eyes to watch Gong Yangyu perform a set of blood that he had honed for ten years in order to avenge blood shame. He couldn't rest in peace with the soul knife technique, because he didn't understand why the cold ice energy didn't explode in Gongyang Yu's body, and why the Gongyangyu knife technique became beyond his reach...

"My son, my daughter-in-law, my grandson...I have avenged you..."

The vengeful Gongyang sat cross-legged in front of Hen Wuji's corpse and howled loudly. He didn't look like a generation of blood-soul sword kings who had just faced the sword and fought. Now Gongyang is crying like an old woman who lost her relatives Shouting from heaven to earth, expressing the last trace of resentment buried deep in my heart...

Feng Jueyu was dumb, and stood behind Gongyang Yu in silence for half an hour, letting him express the frustration in his heart before slowly walking over.

With his right hand resting on Gong Yang Yu's shoulder, Feng Jueyu sighed: "Old man, the dead are gone, and the living still need to live. Today you put your two knives into Hen Wuji's chest, and all dead relatives will know it, and you will surely die." Close your eyes. Life is endless, you still need to look forward, this period is just a point in your life, it does not mean the end, don't be too sad..."

Feng Jueyu enlightened Gongyang Yu in an old-fashioned way. After a long time, the old man stood up on the ground, looked at the dead body that had become cold and stiff, and said, "You are right, people still have to look forward when they are alive."

When he turned his head, the sadness on his face had dissipated, it was completely dissipated, no longer sad, but it was a kind of relief.

After staring at Feng Jueyu for a long time, Gongyang thanked Feng Jueyu for the first time: "Boy, I have never looked down on anyone, but I trust you, without you, I would not have avenged my blood so quickly."

Feng Jueyu nodded, don't forget to show your kindness, the old man is a man of temperament.

But suddenly, Gong Yangyu changed the subject: "But that doesn't mean you can put on airs and lecture the old man, little bastard, how old are you, to talk to the old man in that tone, do you want to die?"

"Gah?"

Earlier, Gongyang Yu was serious and thanked from the bottom of his heart, but when he turned his face, he acted like his old man, and immediately caught the wind killer by surprise.

"Damn it, you heartless old bastard, this young master is kind enough to let you go, but he doesn't appreciate it, what's the matter, is he going to tear down the bridge after crossing the river? Don't follow me, our promise is still more than a year away , you don’t want to get out and retreat.”

Gong Yang was scolded angrily, and stepped forward to give Killer Fengda a blow: "Break down the bridge? You don't come here, hehe, don't you want to get rid of the old man, saying, you still have good things on you, the old man broke through Tianwu , just need good things to nourish and enter the realm of divine martial arts."

"Shenwu? You can kill me..." Feng Jueyu, one head bigger than two, ran away clutching his head.

"Boy, don't run away..."

In the mountains and forests, after the extreme sadness, the clouds opened and the sky cleared, the old and the young went back and forth, chasing and playing away...

Note to readers:

ps: There is a family dinner tonight after the Dragon Boat Festival. After thinking about it, I am afraid that I will not be able to sleep until now. I have written the third update. I wish you all a happy holiday.