Tripod Reverses the Heaven

"This..."

For a moment, everyone was stunned. Time seemed to be solidified. No one could see what was going on.

However, the archaic right arm slowly pulled out of the chest of the toilet cleaner. What makes people swallow saliva is that in his hand, he grabbed a bloody thing that was beating.

It was the heart, the heart of the toilet cleaner, which was forcibly removed by the ancient wind.

Gu Feng sneered: "I said earlier that since you are just a toilet cleaner, you should honestly go back to your hut, because there is your battlefield and there is the shit you want to find. As a result, you have to come here to force. Here, you can't find shit, you can only find death! "

Guru Guru Nagetto!

"You... You... You..."

Massive blood poured out like this. The toilet soldier didn't even say a word and fell down. His eyes widened, apparently dying.

"Well done!"

Just then, from behind the ancient wind, there came the cheering voice of Lu bald, which pulled everyone back from the shock.

When people look at the ancient style again, there is no frivolous laughter on their faces. Instead, they have dignified colors and incredible faces. At this time, no one dared to belittle the little Centurion.

They dare to swear that they have never seen such a powerful Centurion. Even, even the commander Zhong was incompetent and didn't see how the ancient wind blew his arm into the chest of the toilet.

"Ah... I'm angry, I'm angry, who dares to kill him???"

Zhong was so angry that he turned back and roared behind him. He just wanted to go to battle himself.

"I'll go!"

"I'll go!"

Many people shouted, and in a moment, at least a dozen people were killed at the same time. Although the death of the toilet soldier gave these people a great shock, what they felt most was anger.

Still, a mere Centurion was not seen by them at all. Their Cang people were instantly attacked and killed by a mere centurion, which made them feel ashamed and ashamed, so they were angry.

"Today, none of you can run. Go to die!!!"

Seeing more than a dozen fierce Cang soldiers kill them, Gu Feng didn't hurry to start. Instead, there was a roar in place. The word "death" was like the roaring of the heaven and earth, which was shaking the sky and the earth. The surrounding void fluctuated. The dozen Cang soldiers were frozen in place and still kept the forward posture!

The next second, only to hear the sound of "poop poop", the dozen soldiers were blown up one after another. They turned into powder and dissipated between heaven and earth.

For them, the roar of the ancient wind is more than shaking their hearts? It's death's sickle. The waves were overwhelming and told them to hide

Hiss!!!

After a short silence, there was a series of cold breath. Both the Cang soldiers opposite and Lu Tuzi were stunned and stared round.

Lu Tuzi and Mei Tianyan, in particular, seemed to be ignorant of ancient customs and were completely deterred by the means of ancient customs. Some time ago, they did see the ancient style on the training ground of morning training. Although more people were shocked that time, they were just stunned and not broken.

But this time, it shocked more than a dozen Cang soldiers into powder, which was really terrible!

"I said, I want you to die, no one can run!"

The crowd had not recovered, but the ancient wind sneered again.

Immediately, he took out a jade card with a palm size, glanced at it and threw it directly into the air. He shouted at the crowd again: "you see clearly, this thing is called merit card. Every time you kill a person of Cang family, there will be more merit on it. It's sixteen o'clock, which means I killed sixteen of you just now. My goal is four thousand! "

"Huh?"

The Cang army in the stupor came back to their senses. When they found out the merit cards floating in the air, they all jumped with anger.

Just now, before and after, sixteen people were indeed killed by the ancient wind. And the value displayed on the merit card is indeed 16. It's really a shame. It's an ancient custom that humiliates them naked!

"Ah!!!"

"I'm so angry. I'm so angry. Who's going to kill him???"

Zhong incompetent roared again. After feeling ashamed, he was even more furious.

Originally, they didn't see the ancient customs as the centurion, so they humiliated the ancient customs heartily. It never occurred to me that this centurion, who has not been looked up to by himself, humiliated himself in turn.

What do Cang people value most? The answer is face, dignity.

Now, this ancient practice is undoubtedly trampling on their face and dignity!

A human life is a little merit

"I'll go!"

"I'll go!"

"I'll go too!!!"

Another series of roars sounded from the crowd. With the roar, more than 100 people rushed out one after another and went straight to the ancient wind.

However, the ancient wind is still unhurried and does not dodge. He can only see his throat wriggling constantly. The next second, when the crowd was ten feet away from him, a huge roar came out from his mouth: "get out!!!"

"Get out!!!"

"Get out!!!"

A word "roll" seems to be echoing around people's ears for a long time. This roar was like a wild beast waking up. The rolling sound turned into a super hurricane, which directly set off smoke and dust all over the sky, and made the Cang army opposite unable to open their eyes.

When the crowd opened their eyes again, only the ancient wind appeared in their eyes. But the more than 100 Cang soldiers who rushed out disappeared.

When people looked up at the merit card, they were shocked to find that the value above had changed from 16 to 186!

In other words, a full 170 people rushed out just now, but in a flash, there was not even a hair left. One hundred and seventy people were not only killed, but also turned into powder. With that hurricane, they dissipated in the world!

"This..."

People's faces changed wildly again. For the first time, the incompetent commander realized the terror of the ancient wind. The overwhelming anger finally turned into panic.

The next second, he directed his team and issued a withdrawal order: "withdraw, withdraw, withdraw!!!"

This roar was hysterical, because the clock was incompetent and wanted to escape back to the headquarters immediately. Facing the ancient style, he felt like facing a fairy king, which was so irresistible.