The Road to Slaying God

Amazing!

The face of the middle-aged was discolored, just as the screaming sounded, his body was like a flash of lightning, and a gust of wind blew towards the dusty rock pile, and the momentum was soaring ... there was a violent air in the air. The shock was like a hurricane. The middle-aged people passed away, and all the dust was wiped clean.

In the moonlight, Zhang Yang stood quietly beside the pile of rubble. He had withdrawn dozens of meters away and kept a safe distance from the pile of rubble. On the pile of rubble, the young man crouched on the ground and covered his throat with his hands. There was a hoarse voice in his mouth, blood stained the white robes on his arms and chest, and his face was twisted in pain ... Just now, it was a flash of light and flint, when the smoke was diffused and the visibility was less than one meter, Zhang Yang released the silver charm, which was just a jump and easily solved the enemy.

At the beginning, Zhang Yang thought about releasing the silver charm, but because of the middle-aged person staring at it not far away, and the young man's body is quite strange, the silver charm may not be able to hit it immediately.

Zhang Yang's original intention was to use the gangue to constrain his opponent's body. Knowing that the other party was actually anxious for Chile to hit Zhang with countless gangues to create a battlefield suitable for him. When Zhang Yang split the first stone, Zhang Yang thought of using the dust to cover the attack of silver charm ... The violent momentum pushed Zhang Yang back and forth, and the middle-aged mental power controlled almost every inch of space on the lawn. Zhang Yang did not escape. Under the control of this middle-aged person, Escaping is just a useless thing.

When the body of the middle-aged man rushed to the rubble, he suddenly stopped and looked at the young man with a pained face on the rubble.

The young man had a large blood hole on his neck, so large that he could not even cover his hands. In the moonlight, the young man's face had turned white and desperate.

"Master ..." The young man's voice was unrecognizable, and his throat was like a leaky tire, making a weird noise.

"call!"

The middle-aged man shook his hands, a gentle and huge force took the young man off the pile of rubble, and his body fell on the middle-aged hand. The middle-aged man's hand turned into countless afterimages on the young man. Clicking, finally, the young man's rushing blood was stopped, but the blood hole in the throat and the flesh pulled by the deaf still looked abnormally horrible.

"Master ... Father ... I ... I ... I don't want to die ..." The young man covered his throat and spit out a few words, the sweat on his forehead kept rolling down, and his brows were tangled with severe pain. Together.

"You will not die, there is a teacher in it." There is a touch of love on the middle-aged man's face, which is one of his favorite disciples.

"Really?" The young man's speed of speech suddenly continually, with a smile on his face.

"Yes, you sleep for a while!"

"Oh……"

...

The middle-aged man gently touched the young man's head with a painful hand, and the young man closed his eyes slowly, showing a satisfied and comfortable smile on his face. He believed that his master, his master could do everything ... ... Stunningly, Zhang Yang was shocked. His thoughts felt that the vitality of young people was cut off, and the heart had stopped beating. If silver charm caused fatal injuries to young people, then middle-aged talents really killed young people. murderer.

So strong willpower!

What a cold heart!

Zhang Yang felt an endless pressure. At this time, the middle-aged man had slowly put the young man's body on the ground, no emotion on his face, blood was stained on the white robe, and his eyes were sharp. Daomang.

Zhang Yang didn't move, he was accumulating strength, he was waiting for the shock of that stone ... The air was so suffocating, as if it would burn, the middle-aged man stepped forward and stepped forward, step by step, powerful, white robe without The wind screamed in the air.

"Do you know who you killed?" The middle-aged man said lightly.

"I don't know." Zhang Yang discovered at such a close distance that this man is actually young and probably not much older than him, but looks very mature, so he looks more like a middle-aged person.

"In his veins, there is the blood of the Emperor's family ..." The middle-aged man was carrying both hands, and the momentum of the world.

"The emperor is also a human, not to mention him!" Zhang Yang felt the increasing pressure in the air, and the pressure was like restraining his whole body. He did not fight, he just kept accumulating strength, so that "The Immortal Road" did not. The slightest absorbing absorption transforms the energy in the air.

Now, there is no retreat.

Only battle!

"Ha ha ha ... well, the Emperor is also a man! Well, today, I will kill you with the samurai sword given by the Emperor, and it does not insult my lover!" The middle-aged man laughed wildly, and took off the back wrapped in white cloth Long knife.

"There are different ways of dying, in whose hands it is dead, or under what weapon, there is no difference. I just want to know, why do you kill me? We never knew each other!" Zhang Yang looked at this coldly The middle-aged man, no, should be a young man who is not much older than himself, but his martial arts is countless times higher than himself, and he has entered another realm, which is what the general said, the realm of the strong.

"Because, I see your shadow on you, remember, my name is Dahe!" The middle-aged person ate a word.

"Good reason."

Zhang Yang smiled a little, he has completed the energy absorption and conversion of "Fantastic Road", so far, the current state is already his peak, his body can no longer afford even a trace of excess energy.

coming!

The shock in the air became more and more fierce, as if a force was coming in like a tide, and it was overwhelming. The long knife in Dahe's hands had completely exposed the blade. This knife was slightly different from the samurai sword in Zhang Yang's hands. Be sharp.

Dahe's long, thousand-year-long movement was over, and the white silk satin fell to the ground as if there was life.

"slow!"

Just at the moment, suddenly, an icy voice broke the depressive atmosphere in the lawn. It was Nana. Nana was still wearing that long dress, just like a fairy in the moonlight. The long dress was light in the breeze. Light fluttering, set off Nana's beautiful body ... "You are the daughter of that person?"

Amazingly, Dahe's pupils tightened, and a familiar feeling spread on her body. The outline of the girl's face was faintly recognizable in his memory, especially the long hair. If it was not a female surname, he really doubted that This man is the one who awakened him countless times in the nightmare ... "First, the strong do not participate in the war between nations!"

"Second, the strong must not participate in the war between ordinary people!"

"Third, whoever violates the above two will be the enemy of all the strong!"

Nana didn't answer Dahe's words. A pair of icy eyes stared at Dahe tightly. Her palm holding the blade became wet. This person put too much pressure on her. The blade in her hand didn't seem to be found at all. To the target of the attack, it was never felt before.

"You also know the strong agreement ... Well, you should know that you are his daughter ..." Dahe first glanced, and seemed to understand something immediately.

"I want you to answer a question. If you can answer it, I will let him go!" Dahe gently stroked the icy sword's body lightly.

"I want to know what the problem is," Nana said coldly.

"I want to know where the man is now. It's been more than a decade and there has been no news of him."

"No comment." Nana could not see the slightest expression on her face.

"Well, it doesn't matter if I don't say it, I don't believe it. I have to be bound by the agreement of the strong to kill an unknown little soldier!"

Dahe laughed wildly, and immediately, the murderous overflowed, almost at the same time, Zhang Yang and Nana felt that the temperature suddenly dropped, and the long knife in Dahe's hands seemed to emit a slight cold.

"Do you dare!" Nana snapped.

"Why don't I dare?" Dahe laughed and forced Zhang Yang step by step, the footsteps on the soft grass actually made a heavy sound, as if shaking the mountains.

"I also have a question, will you kill her?" Zhang Yang asked suddenly to Dahe.

"Don't worry, no one dares to kill me, but he doesn't, unless he is willing to pay for the life of the emperor's family." Nana answered first.

"You ..." Dahe was furious, his face twisted with anger.

"Well, since this is the case, then let me see what the real strong man is. I would like to know that the human strong is so powerful."

Knowing that Nana was safe, Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly slashed the katana in her hand, making a deafening laugh, full of indomitable pride.

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(To be continued)