The strongest cheating student

Chapter 151

Destiny, do you believe in destiny?

According to Buddhism, seven points are destiny and three points are man-made!
This sentence, I have to say, really makes sense.

Some people born in good families are much better than some people born in poor families. There is always a difference between the two. Therefore, this is fate. You are born to work hard, and you will not be able to develop if you work half your life; In the family, there is no need to work, they have food and drink, and spend a lot of money. The elders leave countless properties to inherit, enough for several generations to spend.

When the wheel of fate turns, many things, that is, it is not your turn to choose, there are always some things in God's will, leading you on the road of no return.

"Long..." There was a loud noise.

In this barren mountain and wild forest, it sounded like an intercontinental missile detonated. The powerful air wave uprooted the ancient trees hundreds of meters away and swept around.

"Bang!" The armored vehicle that was sliding overturned in an instant. Under the high speed, it didn't know how many miles away it was hit. All I knew was that it left a long gully on the ground until it slowly stopped.

Han Wudao and others climbed out of the overturned armored vehicle. They were not injured. When the opponent attacked, Han Wudao had everyone supporting him.

When Han Wudao appeared, he was only holding a very ordinary long sword in his hand, instead of those poisonous black swords, only the weapons in the hands of Marshal Lin and Zilan were a little more powerful.

"Three elders, what did we do wrong, why did you attack us?" Han Wudao pretended to be innocent, looking up at the three powerful men on the second and third floors of the Martial Saints floating in the air, staring at Han Wudao and the others like prey.

What about Mu Ling?
Hehe, everyone, don’t forget that Han Wudao has a heavenly cauldron in his hand, which can take ten living people into it; no matter what kind of strong man he faces, Han Wudao will not hurt his beloved woman, and in the past two days In the book, Mu Ling and Han Wudao talked about Tiansheng City, saying that she wiped out the Zhao family in Tiansheng City because the other party refused to divorce, and now the Eight Desolation Pure Land Dharma Sect is chasing and killing her.

Therefore, Han Wudao thinks that these people are likely to come to Muling. Now facing a powerful enemy, Han Wudao can only pretend, hoping to survive from the hands of the strong here.

"You girls, who is Mu Ling?" They looked at Xiayu and the others with their eyes, thinking that Mu Ling was among these girls.

"What Mu Ling? Did you find the wrong person? We are just training students in Chenwu City. Who are you? Why are you attacking us? Now the car is broken down. How can we go back?" Han Wudao continued to pretend to be innocent. , Looking at the armored body, a long sword mark almost split the car in half.

From the very beginning, Han Wudao had already told these students, if they don't want to die, tell them not to talk nonsense, and let him deal with these strong men, if they really can't fool them, they can only accept their fate.

"Elder, did you find the wrong person? We are just students who have experienced it." Marshal Lin said with an innocent look like Han Wudao.

"Whether it's the wrong person or not, we have our own discretion. You just stay still, otherwise, I don't mind killing you all." One of the old men stared closely at Xu Shijing, who was trembling in fear.

Seeing Xu Shijing trembling like this, Han Wudao couldn't help but feel a little worried. He was worried that Xu Shijing would get scared and tell Mu Ling that they would all die here by then, not joking.

The more you worry about things, the more they happen.

In other words, these Law Enforcers of the Eight Desolate Pure Land Sect maintain the balance of martial arts in this world, but after countless years, their purpose has deviated from the right path of human beings; in their eyes, the strong are respected, and they are masters For sects with the power to kill, law enforcement also depends on relationships and backgrounds.

If there are backers, let them go or give them a small punishment; Let go.

"Little boy, do you know who we are?" An old man appeared in front of Xu Shijing, grabbed her hair with one hand and dragged her up, and lifted her up high: "Let me tell you, we are all from the Eight Desolation Pure Land Method." Yu Zongmen Law Enforcement Elder, Martial Saint, be afraid, tremble, haha!"

"Let go of her!"

Han Wudao did not expect that these elders of the Eight Desolation Pure Land Dharma Sect, who are known as the righteous way in the world, would be so unreasonable. Seeing this little old man, he picked up Xu Shijing like a chicken, and still held her hair high. stand up.

So, Han Wudao swung the long sword in his hand to kill.

Because, Han Wudao once told them that he would not cheat his teammates. As the captain, he would save his teammates when necessary. Even in front of the strong, Han Wudao would never forget his original intention. He loves one of his female classmates, and Han Wudao even took advantage of her.

"Xuantian Siyi Sword Art?"

An old man next to him saw Han Wudao stabbing out with a sword, that is, four sword qi, the sword qi slashed, leaving a shallow sword mark on the ground, stabbing at the old man who grabbed Xu Shijing, and immediately recognized Han Wudao's move Martial skills are the Xuantian Siyi Sword Art among the Ten Great Martial Emperors.

Xuantian Siyi Sword Jue, it is not just four sword qi, when the four sword qi approach each other, it is divided into eight, eight into sixteen; a total of sixteen sword qi, directed at this old man who is less than 1.6 meters short stab it.

"Too weak, too weak, Emperor Wu Chen's heaven-level martial arts are in your hands, it really insults his prestige!" The old man took Han Wudao's attention at all, and pointed forward with five fingers on his left hand, forming an air shield Block Han Wudao's sixteen sword qi.

Sixteen sword qi hit his air shield, like raindrops falling on a pond, small ripples circled and disappeared, as if they had never appeared before.

Xuantian Siyi Sword Art is weak?

No, what is weak is not that Emperor Wu Chen's martial skills are poor, but that Han Wudao's strength is too weak. He is not even in the realm of a martial king. You can definitely kill each other.

It's a pity that the other party is three realms higher than Han Wudao. Is it a martial saint who sees the dragon and sees his head, or there are so many holy warriors.

According to the records in Chen Xuantian Siyi Sword Jue, although it has only four moves, but in the four moves, it is all-encompassing, and the four swords can transform into ten thousand swords. into power.

"It's none of your business, go away." An old man next to him slapped Han Wudao with his palm.

"Long..." A sound resounded on the ground, kicking up a large piece of soil and leaving a deep palm print on the ground.

"what……"

The old man thought he could slap Han Wudao with one palm, but he didn't expect that there was an afterimage in the slap. He couldn't help being surprised by Han Wudao's dharma body; he also saw more than a dozen afterimages appearing beside his old friend in an instant. Rescue Xu Shijing from the opponent.

"Looking for death!" A majestic martial sage and an elder of the Dharma Sect of the Eight Desolation Pure Land, how can he get these ordinary warriors to resist their law enforcement? If it gets out, will they have any face?

To put it bluntly, when they enforce the law, no matter who the opponent is, they must stay aside to watch the show or kneel; they must not stop or interfere with their interrogation, just like they are now interrogating Xu Shijing, a girl who is trembling in fear.

When they attacked Xu Shijing, they caught Xu Shijing's psychology. Girls with such a fragile psychology are the easiest to interrogate.

No matter how powerful the Taiyi Fairy Trail Step is, it is useless. Han Wudao can't even use half of its power. Before saving Xu Shijing from the opponent, Han Wudao has already been hit by a palm, and his whole body is like a kite with a broken string. Fly and hit dozens of meters away.

"Pfft!" Han Wudao spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

Covering the pain on her chest, she slowly got up from the ground and looked at Xu Shijing's hands tightly grasping the other's withered old hand holding her hair from a distance, feeling extremely afraid and pleading:
"Teacher, save me, teacher save me...

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