infinite death game

Chapter 1025 Kill me? (3)
But at this moment, Yue Kong had walked out of the mist, walked under the light of the fire, and people finally saw the boy, dressed in a simple black robe, the most eye-catching thing was the wide sleeves, his face was indifferent and indifferent, and his eyes But with indescribable loneliness and emptiness, the person who saw the boy first was stunned for a while, his face changed again and again, his eyes suddenly filled with fear and horror.

"Come, come, here he is!"

Suddenly someone in the crowd shouted sharply, and the tone seemed to be full of panic.

In an instant, everyone in the audience was moved. The simple word "Yue Kong" contained a lot of magical power, which was enough to stir up the situation, change the color of the mountains and rivers, and the expressions of the two people who were fighting fiercely on the stage. There was a big change, as if someone suddenly pinched the tail, jumped off the stage, and jumped into the thick fog without stopping.

The crowd watching from under the stage suddenly became disorganized, yelling and cursing, those who discarded their helmets and armor scattered around, and the impact of weapons was endless.

Shouts of pain came from all around, it was actually caused by being trampled on, the horrific screams were whipped on Qunhao's body.But no one took a look. Everyone ran away as if they had seen a prehistoric beast.

Everyone dispersed, but there are so many warriors in the rivers and lakes, how can they disperse in a short time, only a road that is more than ten feet wide is opened, and countless anxious and fearful eyes are staring timidly. On the opposite side of this young man with fluttering clothes and an indifferent face.

Yue Kong.

Apart from him, who in this world can treat the heroes of the world as nothing, with such a free and easy attitude, so calm and calm, under the firelight, one can see that although his body is not very tall, he is well coordinated from head to toe, just like The stone statue of a hero made by a peerless master is like a stone statue, which can't be added or subtracted at all, but his expression is not as cold and stern as a stone statue, which is enough to stop any top master.

Yue Kong stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, just standing there so alone, behind him was the world covered with dense fog, and the slowly flowing Luoshui, what he was facing was the hero of today's martial arts world, All the masters outside the Great Wall of China, among them are the famous and powerful, the heroes who rule the world, and the newly-rising youngsters, but the same thing is that they all kept silent.

Deathly silence.

Between the indifferent dense fog and the reckless heroes, listening to the exquisite voice of the slowly flowing lake that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, the boy in black seemed to be more isolated and lonely. He just looked at the night sky like that, and I don't know how long it had passed. Only then slowly moved his eyes to the heroes, his eyes and face were full of sarcasm.

"Kill me, lord, is it up to you?"

He smiled coldly, and suddenly laughed out loud for an unknown amount of time. The crowd heard both frightened and saddened faces, with angry expressions on their faces. They felt that time had never passed so slowly before. It was like sharp knives cutting their chests one by one. They would rather die than suffer such humiliation.

"Warriors can be killed, but they must not be humiliated. You can kill us all, why insult us?"

Suddenly a person in the crowd shouted sadly, rushed out, waved his hands, there was a gust of saber wind, all the heroes sighed, they knew that this reckless man was doomed, Yue Kong's clothes were fluttering, no one Seeing him make a move, the man suddenly let out a miserable cry, fell into the cold lake water, and disappeared instantly.

"Why? Why do you say?"

His empty eyes were full of loneliness, and his voice was indifferent and sharp. All the heroes squeezed their fists tightly, trembling all over, and even bit their lips to bleed, but they didn't care. Make the slightest sound, the person who rolled into the lake is the proof.

(End of this chapter)