Under one person: You also said that you are not an evil cultivator!

Chapter 133 Strange, Who Smeared Me as an Evil Cultivator?
Feng Xing's heart turned and he smashed the plaster in his hand on a stone. Although he grinned from the pain, he barely kept up with Su Ming's forward steps.

Wang also glanced at the filial piety banner in his hand, then at the three people not far away, and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, "What is this called~"

Xiao Zi patted him on the shoulder when he passed by, "I also feel that this is wrong, but I also feel that it is not wrong to follow him."

After saying that, he was almost catching up with Su Ming. Youyou said, "Follow me!"

I don't know if I'm talking to myself or Wang Ye.

If it was before this battle, his friendship with Su Ming was only a casual acquaintance, but the second Su Ming came out of the Buddha's light, the way he looked at Su Ming changed.

That was exactly the same feeling as the master gave him, and he was even close to catching up with the master.
Although he knew that he was born to be a demon who chooses and devours people.
Su Ming picked up the tip of the knife, and a human pig flew up in time. The bone dragon behind him was like a raging dragon out of the sea, devouring it in one bite, and then it was the next target.

Walking in the courtyard is like walking in a sea of ​​flowers.

He could see the sea of ​​​​people in the distance. He had stopped caring about those who had no intention of fighting before, because they would be driven back. The place was not big, but this time there might be thousands of people coming behind and behind. .

And those guys who are hiding in the corner and waiting for their chance are about to come out. As for whether there are big fish or not, Su Ming dare not say, but this time, whether it is five pairs of thousand or the knife hidden in the dark
They cannot be ignored. Now he is not qualified to underestimate the two top ten forces, and he is not qualified to think that Ruhu will shake hands with him to make peace.

As for the few behind
If it was a guy like Wang Zhenqiu, he would only consider killing or not, but these few
He could imagine how struggling Wang Ye was and how awkward Xiao Zizai was, but they still kept up.

Now that they have all taken out the certificates that they want to get on the bus, let them go.

Since he went to Longhu Mountain, his goal has always been to
Not one left!
Da da da.
His thoughts were interrupted by a violent voice, and he couldn't help turning his head to look behind him.

A violent voice sounded, and Jia Zhengliang was surrounded by twelve clusters of blue flames. One bullet hadn't been fully fired, and the other was ready to go.

call out!
The ear-piercing sound of breaking wind rang in everyone's ears.

The alien who was the target was penetrated from the center of his eyebrows before he even saw how it appeared, and his body slowly fell down, which also indicated that the battlefield would escalate again.

This is the bullet.

It makes death extremely simple, it brings war into the era of hot weapons, and it makes the former land gods fall from the altar. The power of bullets has never been questioned, especially this 125mm tungsten alloy armor-piercing bullet!
When Jia Zhengliang's eyes fell on one of the aliens who kept retreating, that alien roughly guessed his own fate, and without the slightest hesitation, he directly opened the magic weapon shield he used to save his life.

Sure enough, the moment he turned it on, the bullet was already in front of him. He breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart. This magical weapon was extraordinary. Let alone a bullet, he was confident even if it was fired by Gatling. He had to block it for a period of time to give himself a chance to survive. Moreover, this was a high-end product that could be repaired with Qi and used repeatedly. As long as he escaped from this hell within this limited opening time, he would be considered alive.

But the facts did not allow him to think so. At that moment, the bullet did not leave a groove on the magic weapon as he imagined, and then fell slowly, but directly penetrated the defense of the magic weapon without any hindrance. In front of it, the milky white protective cover was like a layer of papered windows, which couldn't even block it for a moment. When he was still thinking about why, the bullet had already passed through his head, bringing His shocked eyes went to the world of death to report.

It's a powerful armor-piercing projectile, with the support of Qi, it's not those old guys with unfathomable strength, don't even try to block it!
At this time, Jia Zhengliang seemed to be a completely different person, with an unprecedented surprise on his face. At this moment, he felt like he was living like Su Ming.

The sound of da da da sounded continuously, and there were more and more blue fires on his body, and even reached a terrifying twelve clusters at one point. The berserk firepower poured out regardless of the cost, and every bullet brought a flower of blood .

"Brother Ming! You are my own brother!"

As he roared freely, the forehead of the alien that Su Ming had just picked was covered with a flower of blood, and the eyes he looked at Jia Zhengliang became even more strange.

"Who said I was cultivating evil?"

Compared with Jia Zhengliang, Feng Xingtong on the side is obviously not as efficient, but the twenty ghosts in his hands are like strong winds, and every blow takes away the life in that small area , and the eyes gradually appeared bright.

His mental strength is not enough, he can't point and hit like Jia Zhengliang, and he is not the master of the soul flag, so he can only rely on Lingling to control the future, so he chooses to use a large-scale brush to clean the ground directly method.

Compared with Jia Zhengliang's Gatlin, who was blazing blue, he was more like a child playing with a remote-controlled plane, but this remote-controlled plane would blow a whirlwind of death, and no grass would grow wherever it passed.

Xiao Zizai was no longer where he was, and even rushed out of the team and into the crowd in the distance, breaking his last bottom line as a human being.

The long-lost pleasure directly shattered the cage that imprisoned him, so that he no longer had to suppress his own nature, and enjoyed the endless satisfaction brought by killing.

Who doesn't have some hobbies?

Some people like photography, and some people like sports. In this era where hobbies can flourish, but from the perspective of hobbies, he just likes things, which are different.

Of course, in this human-dominated world, his hobbies will cause harm to others, so judging by human boundaries, this is an evil hobby.

Of course, calling his behavior a hobby is somewhat inaccurate, because the desire to kill should be called instinct for him.

Just like people need to eat and drink, vampires need to suck blood, but what he needs is killing.

But he is still a person after all, because he is a person, so the etiquette and order of human beings are restraining him, preventing him from killing as much as he wants.

He actually knew that this was right, so he chose to become a monk, chose to restrain himself, and chose to restrain his instinct again and again, only to use plants to kill those who deserved to be killed when it couldn't be suppressed.
But hobbies can be changed, habits can be changed, how can instinct not need to eat anymore because of not eating for a period of time?

It was like a storm, the longer it was suppressed, the more terrifying the energy he possessed, the agreement between the master and him was like a shackle, locking all his possibilities.

He didn't know when this instinct would make him collapse, and what he would become at that time, he didn't know, it wasn't what he wanted, but it was what he hoped for.

Chanting scriptures every night, burning incense and bathing before every meal, praying to use the illusory Buddha nature to play a little, even a little suppressive effect, even if it is a psychological effect.

But he has been suppressed for too many years, and the teacher's teachings on the edge of the explosion countless times have brought him back to the human limit, but it is also the edge of the explosion time and time again that makes him more and more convinced.
In fact, he is a demon.

Su Ming tore up his self-deception, tore off his mask of pretending to be a human being, and told him word by word that these people are all murderers and should be killed!
He should also release the desire in his heart. The person who has pretended for so long should let himself live once!
Also do a magic!

"Tsk!" Su Ming looked at Xiao Zizai who looked like a madman in the crowd, and couldn't help but fell into deep thought, "Who is the evil cultivator?"

But three seconds of hard thinking didn't yield any results, so he simply threw himself into the sea of ​​people.

The difference in information is extremely obvious, if these people watched Hong Bai's previous battle, they wouldn't feel that Su Ming was the best among them.

Of course, the people behind the scenes didn't want them to know that scene. What they wanted was to use money to pile up a death squad that was not afraid of death. They just wanted to keep these people in the dark and make them naively think that Su Ming was just a A mobile treasure that they can pick up at any time.

Compared with them, the people of the Wang family are much more cautious. Although they are also in the crowd, the orders given above are also updated at any time. Just like the latest one, it has been updated to one word, [Wait! 】

"Uncle, why wait! That little thief killed Wang Bing!"

A junior from a separated family gritted his teeth and spoke, his eyes were full of anger.

"He's right in front, let me chop this piece of shit into pieces!"

Not only him, almost everyone in the Wang family is still immersed in that anger. They know very well what Shentu is to the Wang family, and what the blood of the main family is to the branch family!
That's not simply a one-time bonus, whether there is that bloodline is the difference between Splitting the Palm and Eight Miraculous Skills!
The person who spoke was originally a competitor in this competition, and he was the most talented and brilliant generation among the younger generation of the Wang family, but when the bad news came, he had already searched the back of Longhu Mountain several times.

Just to find that guy, be it Wang or Su Ming, that share of guilt can only be washed away with their deaths!
But now it stopped at the position where it was about to succeed, which puzzled him.

The headed man has short hair, hooked nose, and Wang Bing and Wang Ai's eyes are almost printed from the same mold. It is none other than Wang Bing's father and one of the only three remaining members of the Wang family!

"Shut up and wait!"

Of course he knew why he had to wait, until these guys and the endless sea of ​​people exhausted all their qi, and when the Wang family made a move, they could show everyone's demeanor and capture everyone in one fell swoop.

As for his grandfather Wang Ai's thoughts, he also guessed something.
But wishes are beautiful, Su Ming will not let them recharge their batteries, wherever they are unwilling to attack, there is his hunting ground!
"Everyone, it's time to hit the road."

When that familiar voice sounded from the Wang family's ears, the pot that had been suppressed by the Wang family completely boiled over.

(End of this chapter)