Reaper's Wings

"Tell me, boy, what is not cruel!"

Hearing the words of the death scythe, Song Dong fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, the scenes on the battlefield in Duanya Mountains appeared in his mind. His comrades died one by one, and his familiar relatives left one by one. What he felt at that time was the cruelty of war.

In the recruitment of Tianyi College, only 500 people in the entire South Korean Empire can enter the study. He feels that the competition is cruel, and some people cannot even take the assessment. He feels that it is cruel and unequal.

Thinking of the poverty in the slums and the prosperity of Ping'an Avenue, what kind of cruelty is this.

Remember……

"Everything is cruel!"

"That's right." The voice of Death's Scythe sounded again: "Since everything is cruel, then what are you worried about?"

But at this time Song Dong suddenly said: "But isn't life wonderful because of this?"

There was a little gleam in his eyes, he had never been a stable person, maybe even he himself didn't know that his boiling blood was cold.

The Death Scythe fell silent, because it didn't need to say anything more.

……

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Halfway through the meal, Song Dong saw that Huang Wen, who had left, came back again, put down the chopsticks and silver taels in his hand, Song Dong turned and left, and the fun was about to begin.

After a while, Song Dong appeared at the end of the street of Ping'an Avenue, turning a blind eye to the few people following behind him, and strolling leisurely, but these conscientious stalkers may not know that their lair has been surrounded by several people at this time.

Outside Luoyang City, among the dense forests on the only way to Langya Mountain, some men in black who had been preparing for a long time were looking at the five people who suddenly appeared in front of them in astonishment.

Li Qing, Sun Da, Sun Er, and Zhang Yan were standing in four directions, their whole bodies locked on to these people.

Since Nanfang Tianqi wants to kill Song Dong, the strength of the people he finds will not be too weak. With the strength of Song Dong's martial masters, these seven or eight great martial masters are indeed more than enough, but the weakest in front of them is Wu Zong , not to mention Li Qing of the Great Wuzong.

"Kill them all and leave none behind." Li Qing's cold voice came out, as if the night of death had fallen: "Be quick, it's easier to deal with the corpses immediately."

Li Qing has changed. A person who was only a great martial artist before suddenly broke through two levels to become a great martial arts sect. His strength is unknown how many times higher than before, and his subordinates even have masters who listen to his orders at any time. This feeling of mastering power is Li Qing had never felt this before.

When the most easily lost things such as strength and power suddenly appear in a person's life, how would he choose? Li Qing was originally just an ordinary warrior with an apprentice, and his wish was very simple, to watch his apprentice grow smoothly, He is satisfied.

He now enjoys this feeling of strength and power even more. Before meeting Zhuang Fan, Li Qing's youthful ambition resurfaced, but he did not forget two points.

One is his beloved apprentice.

The second is that he knows that everything he has is given by the boy named Song Dong.

Therefore, he knew that if he wanted to maintain everything he had, he had to execute Song Dong's orders perfectly.

Following Li Qing's order, Sun Da and Sun Er were the first to move. Although they had just entered the junior level of Wu Zong, they could challenge experts two levels higher than themselves by virtue of their joint attacks. People can't leave Meng, and Meng can't leave Jiao. No matter what kind of enemy they face, the two will defend the enemy hand in hand.

Although it was only one level behind, Wu Zong's strength was not comparable to that of a great martial artist. The others didn't do anything at all, they just blocked everyone's retreat. After 2 minutes, the battle was over.

Destroyed, did not use the second trick.

"Dispose of the corpse according to the master's arrangement." Li Qing issued another order.

Sun Da and Sun Er worked hard to dispose of the corpses again, but Zhang Yan asked strangely: "These corpses can be wiped out without a trace by using Huang Wen's potion directly. Why is it so troublesome?"

It's just that Zhang Yan suddenly felt a chill all over her body, and then she saw Li Qing looking at her with dead eyes.

"Zhang Yan, I have the best relationship with you, and you were the first person I looked for, but I don't want to hear any questions about the Lord, or I will kill you."

The breath moved back and forth in Zhang Yan's throat, but he couldn't swallow it.

"Go and help!"

As if Zhang Yan had received the imperial decree, she immediately went to help Sun Da and Sun Er.

After 10 minutes, the four left.It took 2 minutes to kill, but it took 10 minutes to dispose of the body.

……

After the four left, the forest returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

Only one person came out of a magnificent building on Ping'an Avenue. It was Nan Tianqi. Behind him, besides the person following Song Dong, there were two other people who exuded the aura of a great martial artist.

No matter where Wu Zong is, he can't mobilize power at will. Even Nan Tianqi can't mobilize the family's Wu Zong power. It took him a long time to apply for ten great martial arts masters from the Nan family.

The lesser of the two "times", the failure of Nanfangman also made Nanfang Tianqi more important.

According to Nanfang Tianqi's idea, when Song Dong was beaten all over the floor looking for teeth, he would appear as the savior, and when Song Dong begged him to be himself, he would turn himself into a demon king and let Song Dong die in despair.

As long as it is done cleanly, even one or two "bandits" may appear in Luoyang City. Without evidence, Tianyi Academy and the Fourth Army can't do anything to them.

Nan Tianqi, who was full of joy, didn't know at all that an old man with black palms was looking at him like a dead person.

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On a small hillside outside Luoyang City, Song Dong was sitting on the ground. Behind him were several people who had lost their breath. They were the ones following him. There were two other people beside the people lying on the ground, one standing , one kneeling.

Standing is Heilong, and kneeling is Nanfang Man. At this time, Nanfang Man exudes the aura of a great martial artist.

At this time, Nanfangman's eyes were full of entanglement and excitement, but in the end they were all replaced by endless greedy ambitions, and he bowed his head deeply to Song Dong.

"Human, always a cheap creature."

Song Dong looked up at the sky, it was just after noon, and the sun was hot at two o'clock, but Song Dong's eyes were looking directly at the sun, and the glaring sun couldn't make him close his eyes, his eyes were like It is the same as two suns.

"The Southern Apocalypse should be here soon."

……

Southern Tianqi had indeed arrived at the predetermined location, but he saw that it was peaceful, and there was no sound in the dense forest except for a few birdsong.

"What's the matter, it should be here."

Nan Tianqi had some doubts, and looked at the two people behind him, these two were the last two of the ten great martial artists he had found from the family.

The two great martial artists looked at each other and saw the surprise in their respective eyes.

"Master, according to the marks left, this is the place, and the follower also said that Song Dong is coming here." One of them said so.

The other also said: "Could it be that some of them passed by here and changed the place temporarily."

"There is also this possibility, but even so, they should leave a mark, which is really strange."

"Look again!"

"Yes!"

Nan Tianqi stood on the spot with a heavy face, and the other two great martial artists had already dispersed to look for possible marks left behind.

Behind a big tree not far away, the old man Huang Wen's dead fish eyes were still looking at the three people of Nanfang Tianqi, who were lying at his feet one by one, his dull eyes were completely different from his usual eyes, In addition to the black blood at the corner of his mouth and his pale face, it is not difficult to guess that he died of severe poison.

A smirk appeared at the corner of Huang Wen's mouth.

Suddenly there was a scream in the forest!

"what!"

Huang Wen saw the panic on Tianqi's face in the distance.

"Ada, what's the matter?"

Southern Tianqi looked at the only remaining person who had returned, and asked in horror.

"I don't know. I came back when I heard Ah Ba's scream. I thought something happened to the young master."

"Did anyone else find it?"

Southern Tianqi finally sensed that something was wrong, and the panic on his face grew bigger and bigger.

"I didn't see it either, there were no marks, they seemed to disappear out of thin air."

"How could this be?" Nan Tianqi's face suddenly changed drastically: "Something is wrong, let's go!"

Nan Tianqi was about to leave after speaking, when suddenly there was another scream.

He saw with his own eyes that Ada who was still in front of him just now disappeared, or was taken away by a sudden black shadow. With his strength, he didn't even see how that black shadow came and how it left .

"Who, come out!"

Fear filled Song Dong's face, and his body kept spinning.

"Who the hell is it? Come out quickly. I am the Southern Apocalypse of the Southern Family. If you want to deal with me, you will have to pay the price."

The roar of the southern apocalypse echoed in the forest, but he couldn't see anything except the surrounding trees.

"You absolutely dare not touch me!"

"absolute!"

While roaring, Nan Tianqi ran crazily, as if this was hell, now there was nothing in his heart, only fear remained.

The back of this proud son of heaven is as embarrassing as it looks now.

It wasn't until Nan Tianqi's entire figure disappeared into the woods that Li Qing appeared alone.

"Just let him go like this?" Heilong looked at the direction where Nan Tianqi disappeared, with disdain on his face: "Everyone in the Nan family is better than a waste, and sooner or later they will perish."

Behind these people, Nanfang was full of embarrassment, but quickly recovered his calm. Looking at the people in front of him, he was full of envy. One day, he would have their strength. Everything is fake, only strength is real .

"This is just leaving him with a terrifying in shadow. The master said that he should play him well, let's go."

During this process, Song Dong never appeared. Perhaps in his eyes, Nan Tianqi was just a clown. At this moment, a blood-e skull was spinning in his hand. After a while, two hunk men Xuewei appeared behind him.

Looking at the two newly-appeared hunk blood guards, Song Dong said, "Southern Tianqi, thank you for the gift."

He didn't waste the blood of the ten great martial artists.

When the sun was about to set, Song Dong appeared again in the slums of Luoyang City.