bully sword bully god

"Little girl, hehehe, what are you pretending to be innocent? It's your honor to let me enjoy it. If you don't take it off, I'll take it off for you!"

In the house, the fat pig-like patriarch frantically tore Shui'er's clothes, Shui'er hissed and curled up in a corner disheveled, his face covered with tears.

"no, do not want!"

"You shout, the louder you shout, the more excited I am, no one will come to rescue you, haha!" the patriarch said, and was about to remove the only rag she had covered her chest.

However, at this moment, the falsely concealed door was blasted open by a huge force, and sawdust flew.

"Who is it? Dare to destroy my good deed!" The patriarch turned around and glared at each other.

Yuan Futu and Xiaodouzi walked in, seeing this scene, the flames of anger probably burned through the internal organs.

"Brother Futu, let me deal with this bastard." Xiaodouzi said expressionlessly.

Yuan Futu nodded slightly.

"It's just you?" The patriarch didn't seem to realize that they were practitioners, so he had no fear at all. He only heard a few clicks, and the fat all over his body shrank, forming solid muscles and stretched blood vessels. It is as thick as a finger, all the acupuncture points in the body are opened, and the meridians are connected, causing a burst of red tide on the surface of the skin.

This is the strength of the innate martial saint, the physical body has reached the extreme.

Xiaodouzi walked in front of him, looking thin and short, like the contrast between a child and an adult.

"Although I don't know how you broke into my Black Dragon Tribe, once you enter here, don't even think about getting out, die to me!" The patriarch punched out, piercing through the air, and his fist as big as a casserole slammed on the ground. On the face of Xiaodouzi.

According to common sense, the other party should die with a brain burst, but the bald man in front of him still stood as steady as Mount Tai, and this punch was like a straw hitting a steel plate, and he fell down ridiculously limp.

The patriarch blushed and took two steps back. He felt that the bones of the entire right arm were broken, and the fist was deformed. He said in surprise, "Your body...how could it be?"

Xiaodouzi said in a deep voice, "How many punches do you think I should give you for carrying so many Qinghe tribe's lives on my back?"

The patriarch opened his eyes wide, but before he could react, a shadow of a fist roared towards him, his chest collapsed immediately, and there was a sound of bone shattering, and then dozens of shadows of fists struck him, hitting every part of his body. In the blink of an eye, the whole person collapsed to the ground, with shocking wounds all over his body, and some parts seemed to have been pierced, dripping with blood.

Xiaodouzi was like an angry god of war, staring at him coldly.

"Don't...don't kill me, it's not my idea, they are all Taoist priests in Shushan, I just follow orders, please forgive me!" The patriarch said weakly with blood flowing from his mouth and nose.

"But what you should never do is bully Shui'er!"

Xiaodouzi punched with all his strength, and directly pierced the fat pig's head. The force of the fist surged, and the stone wall behind it was completely blasted away.

Outside the stone wall, those clansmen fled in panic, but Yuan Futu saw a familiar face.

"It's you?" Seeing that the man wanted to escape, he flicked his fingers, and two sword beams hit his knees, and he knelt down with a plop.

Shi San's face was pale, he looked ahead expressionlessly, then at Shui'er, who was disheveled, and remained silent, as if he had already realized that his life was about to end.

Xiaodouzi took off his coat and covered Shui'er.

Shui'er was still terrified and struggling, but was hugged tightly by Xiaodouzi, and let her bite her neck and cheek frantically. After a while, it calmed down, and it turned into a burst of grief. Hissed and shouted: "The patriarch is dead...all dead!!"

Yuan Futu walked in front of Shi San, and said in a deep voice: "So, you were the one who informed the mine veins, and the demise of the Qinghe tribe was also caused by you!"

Shi San sneered twice, and said, "That's right, it's me, so there's no point in the existence of a tribe that only knows how to eat and wait to die."

"You've lived there for so long, don't you have any feelings at all?" Yuan Futu found it hard to imagine that a person could be so heartless.

"I used to be an orphan and a beggar. The lower the starting point of a person, the greater the ambition. Even if the old patriarch died soon, he would not pass on the position of patriarch to me. If I want a better life, I have to Fight for it." Shi San said as a matter of course, without any trace of guilt.

"So you choose the Black Dragon Tribe, even if it costs a hundred lives?!"

Shi San said: "If you want to blame, you can only blame the old patriarch for picking up a wolf back then, and you can't blame anyone else."

Yuan Futu narrowed his eyes, stretched out his finger and put it on the center of Shi San's eyebrows.

Shi San slowly closed his eyes, only to feel an extremely sharp force tearing the flesh between his brows, penetrating his skull, crushing his brain, until all his consciousness disappeared, and then he fell powerlessly to the ground.

Such people are no different from animals and should not live in this world.

Shui'er hugged Xiaodouzi tightly, crying loudly, the voice was extremely tragic and touching.

"Let's go."

Xiaodouzi nodded, he carried the water on his back, and walked towards the door step by step.

Seeing that the patriarch was dead, the people of the Heilong tribe fled away like ants on a hot pot. The streets were empty, but they gathered an unusual energy of heaven and earth.

Yuan Futu walked in front, and found that there was a faint silver light on the ground, and a scorching breath surged.

Bright True Yuan!

When he sensed this force, Yuan Futu suddenly turned around and propped up an earth shield.

And this Earth Yuan Shield is not protecting him, but Xiaodouzi and Shui'er.

In the next moment, endless silver sword glows shot up from the ground, making several groans, cutting on Yuan Futu's body surface, but obviously unable to break through the defense of Yuanyang Dragon Armor. It was impenetrable, barely resisting this wave of attacks.

Yuan Futu looked up, but found several figures floating in the void.

The leader was wearing a blue Taoist robe, and he would never forget that face. It was a Taoist of Shushan Xuan who almost killed him in the turbid world, black color.

And those standing beside him should be disciples of the Ling generation and the elder generation.

"Long time no see." There was a sneer at the corner of Hei He's mouth.