small country farmer

Chapter 1025
Wearing hemp and mourning, holding a wooden stick, weeping while walking, the cry is miserable, it hits the soul directly, and arouses the tragic and miserable things in the hearts of everyone.

The young man who appeared suddenly, shuttling in the battlefield of fighting and killing, was completely unaffected, as if this place had become his home field.

When he appeared, his cries shook the sky, and immediately drowned out the screams and killings around him.

Despite this, the battlefield is still a battlefield, and even the battlefield where the miserable cries are so loud at this moment, it gives people a deep sense of oppression, as if the entire night sky has been suppressed a lot at once, making people feel dull and out of breath.

Everyone was immersed in the miserable cry, unable to extricate themselves, confused, and some even had bloodshot eyes, shed blood and tears, as if mad, and brutally killed their companions with their own hands.

The cries of the youth have the magic power to control the mind and thoughts. Although the battlefield is that battlefield, it has become a battlefield for fighting each other!
chaos!chaos!chaos!
Everyone in the Sangmen couldn't bear the crying of the young man in filial obedience. Many people howled loudly, and their consciousness was being controlled by the crying little by little.

Fortunately, the elders in the mourning gate were well aware of the power of crying, and they all looked dignified and shouted in deep voices.

"Closing breath, wandering too far away!"

Everyone in the mourning gate suddenly realized, and immediately sat cross-legged, holding their breath and concentrating, closing their eyes and wandering, so as not to be disturbed by the crying.

On the other hand, Yingshawei has already started to kill each other, and many people have gone crazy and completely become demons.

Obviously, the cries of the young man in filial piety were mainly aimed at the Shadow Killer Guard, but his cries were too shocking to affect everyone in the Sangmen.

In the distance, Zhang Wei almost fell into the sound of crying. Even so, his heart was full of grief, but he was determined, and he was able to hold on to some extent.

When he saw the young man in filial obedience appear, his eyes suddenly shrank, and a sense of uneasiness surged in his heart inexplicably. He actually felt a very dangerous aura from the young man in filial obedience.

who is he?Could it be an expert in the mourning gate?The cry was so terrifying, it was completely breathtaking.

Zhang Wei felt extremely uneasy. Seeing those shadow killer guards who were killing each other but didn't know it, his face was extremely gloomy, his eyes were sharp, and he let out a cold snort.

"wake up!"

His cold snort was like a lion's roar, with rolling sound waves, sweeping all directions. Although he was much weaker without the blessing of cultivation base, it was still very shocking.

Many shadow killer guards with red eyes twitched all over, their eyes glazed over, and they were pulled back from the crying. Their faces were very pale, and they broke out in cold sweat remembering the illusion just now.

Zhang Wei's lion's roar still couldn't cover the crying of the filial youth, his brows were deeply furrowed, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense.

His face darkened, his eyes burned with anger, and he stomped his feet immediately, wanting to rush to the filial young man to stop his crying.

It's a pity that as soon as he made a move, the old master of the Sangmen not far away sneered, and rushed out, and even stretched out his big, withered hand like an eagle's claw, and quickly patted Zhang Wei on the back.

It was too late to say that, Zhang Wei's eyes turned cold, his figure was like lightning, and he quickly escaped the attack of the old Sangmen master.

The old sect master of Sangmen couldn't attack, so he quickly used other moves, but Zhang Wei still quickly dodged them.

"Yellow-haired boy, do you just have to hide? You and them are going to die today."

"Hmph, old man, why don't you attack another one?"

The repeated attacks by the old head of the Sangmen were obviously trying to hold Zhang Wei back and prevent him from getting close to the filial youth.

Zhang Wei was completely irritated by him, the veins on his forehead were bulging, his fists were clenched, and he was gnashing his teeth, wishing he could tear the old thing into pieces.

He let out an angry cold snort, and the ice fiend Qingyang in his body was activated quickly, and his fingertips were already faintly bluish white.

As long as the old master of the Sangmen dared to attack again, he would kill him with one blow.

The old sect master of the Sangmen didn't know what was going on in his mind, his task was to delay the time, as long as the Shadow Killer was finished, Zhang Wei would be attacked by a crowd, and he would definitely be decapitated.

Therefore, as soon as he saw Zhang Wei making a move, he stopped it.

Unfortunately, he never escaped Zhang Wei's calculations, or in other words, he underestimated Zhang Wei's scheming.

As Zhang Wei rushed out for the last time, the old Sect Master of the Sangmen immediately took action to stop him. Zhang Wei's eyes suddenly flashed a subtle light, and his fingertips suddenly pointed towards the old Sangmen Sect Master.

Boo!
The power of the divine fire should not be underestimated. I saw a small blue and white snake easily destroy the attack of the old sect master of the Sangmen, and even shot towards the old sect master.

The old master of the Sangmen was shocked suddenly, before he could avoid the strange blue and white flame, his right arm directly touched the divine fire.

"Ah! Miscellaneous, you..."

The old head of the Sangmen let out a scream, and immediately smelled a smell of burnt meat, and his right arm was quickly turning into ashes.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he was sweating coldly. He had lived for hundreds of years, so he naturally knew the power of divine fire. He made a quick decision in severe pain.

If you want to live, cut off your arm!
He didn't have time to hesitate at all, and immediately became cruel, resisting the severe pain that ordinary people could not bear, and viciously chopped off his right arm!
laugh!
Blood is pouring!
At this moment, the old head of the Sangmen's eyes were full of resentment, the severe pain made his complexion pale, and his heart was full of anger. He didn't even think that he would be tricked into losing an arm by a scumbag.

The old master of the Sangmen only cared about his own life, but forgot about the filial young man in the distance, his expression changed drastically in an instant.

"not good!"

At this moment, Zhang Wei had passed the old head of the Sangmen, and his vigorous fist had already hit the young man in filial piety.

Oh oh oh!
The young man in filial piety was not afraid at all, and he was indifferent. He raised his head and looked at Zhang Wei suddenly, his eyes were full of whites.

blind?

This was Zhang Wei's first reaction when he saw his true face, but with the lesson just now, he didn't dare to take it lightly, he frowned, and punched out suddenly.

"Go to hell!"

The young man in filial piety was still crying, and he even turned his head, as if listening to the direction of Zhang Wei's fist.

He didn't see any movement, but the wooden stick in his hand shook the ground suddenly, and the frustration in his whole body increased instantly.

The corpse in the pool of blood, followed by the young man in filial piety shaking the stick in his hand, climbed up strangely, and rushed towards Zhang Wei with teeth and claws.

Not only that, those shadow killer guards who were red-eyed and mad also attacked Zhang Wei.

In an instant, Zhang Wei was surrounded!

The scene in front of him completely reversed the situation, Zhang Wei's expression changed drastically, and he had no time to think about it too much. There was only one thought in his mind, and that was to kill the filial youth!
He must die!
(End of this chapter)