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Chapter 498 My brother died long ago

Li Beimo yelled these words very loudly, but the wind was too loud, and he didn't know if Luo Weiyi heard it.

In the quiet night, the sound of the wind is all around your ears, and you don't have to roar hard, and you can't hear other sounds at all.

Luo Weiyi heard it, and replied loudly: "Now is not an adventure, you are dragging me down."

Li Beimo: "????"

He has become a burden again, making people disgusted wherever he goes.

Luo Weiyi couldn't worry about Li Beimo's self-esteem at this time, and she was under a lot of pressure in front of her. The cold wind poured down from the top of the mountain, and she had to drag someone along to advance against the cold wind.

The key is such a strong cold wind, they can't use light work.

Once the internal force is disintegrated by the cold wind and earth, and people are forced to retreat, they will backfire, and as much internal force as is used, the amount will be returned to themselves.

Internal force backlash is very scary, if you are not careful, you will die.

Li Beimo thought left and right, "Okay, be careful yourself, I'll wait for you at the foot of the mountain."

It's not that he is afraid of death, but that he understands that being together is a drag.

Li Beimo untied the rope, and it was much easier to go down the mountain. The cold wind behind him was like a boost, and he went forward with the wind. In just a moment, Li Beimo reached the foot of the mountain.

Taking a long breath, Li Beimo stood firm and tidied up his baggage, everything was still there.

An invisible murderous aura suddenly approached from behind, and Li Beimo, who lowered his head, dodged suddenly, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

Looking at the place where he stopped just now, the snow was blown up by the palm wind, scattered and splashed, and a huge hole appeared in the original snow.

The loess was shaken up, blown up with the cold wind, pieces of loess were frozen into ice slag.

If it hits the body, the sharp ice blade can seal the throat with one move.

"What a powerful internal force." Li Beimo muttered, turning his head to look at his attacker.

"Slaying God, why is it you?"

The previous life has passed by, strictly speaking, this is the first time they have met.

And even if the memory of the previous life is still there, the impression of Killing God is not very good.

Li Beimo's heart was a little hairy, he would definitely not be able to beat Shishen in a round of martial arts.

Killing God is a master who does not want to die. Seeing the long scar on his face can make people panic.

He also never reasoned with others, and the only thing he pursued in his life was to kill.

Killing God stood where he was, without moving a step.

The hostility all over his body is more oppressive than the towering snow-capped mountains behind him.

Killing God was expressionless, and his voice was cold and unwavering, "Who are you? Know me?"

He kills gods and kills like hemp, and never shows his face.

Everyone who saw his true face died, but this person actually yelled his name out loud.

Li Beimo stared at Killing God with murderous intent.

It seemed that if he couldn't explain why, he would become the dead soul under the sword of killing gods.

To be honest, Li Beimo didn't want to fight the God Killer at all.

The wind and snow are so heavy, she must not be able to hear him calling Luo Weiyi for help now.

And calling a woman for help, where will he put the emperor's face?

Li Beimo wrestled in his heart, he should weigh the pros and cons, and avoid his edge for the time being!
Li Beimo adjusted his emotions, feeling sad, "Shenshen, I finally found you, I am your brother."

Killing God:"…………"

"My brother died a long time ago, he was infected with willows and died."

Li Beimo: "???"

"I'm your cousin."

Killing God: "My cousin died 20 years ago, and I killed him when he was eight years old."

Li Beimo: "..."

Can we have a good chat?
Killing the God is indeed killing the God, no matter how many times he goes through again, he will not change, even an eight-year-old child can do it.

(End of this chapter)