Unrivaled Martial God

"That's probably the case. As for the skilful cutting technique you said, it's the result of living in the mountains since I was a child. Hunting and other things can sublimate my Sabre skill invisibly." In the face of the three people, of course, it is impossible for Jilei to tell them all the facts. Besides, who will believe that since

has come from a thousand years later? So part of it is true, and part of it is false. The combination of truth and falsehood is legendary and reasonable. Even if they don't believe it, they have to believe it. The three have already listened to Jilei's words, and their eyes towards Jilei are full of reverence. According to Jilei's account, he is a child in the mountains, no father or mother, alone and independent. But even so, Ji Lei still came out of the deep mountains and became a four grade Dan master! The way of Dan master is broad and profound. Ji Lei can refine four kinds of pills by his own skill! It shows that Jilei is a genius of Dandao! In this way, it can be forgiven that Ji Lei's strength is only the realm of King Wu. After all, he has spent his time refining alchemy. No one is perfect, and there is a vacancy

which is the most normal thing. "Mr. Gilley's story is really inspiring." After drinking three cups, changgongxiao and others are already drunk, but the respect for Ji Lei is stronger. Ji Lei smiles and bows with the three people. The relationship between the four people is further harmonious in pushing cups and changing cups.

For men, there is no friendship that can't be established by drinking. If there is one, two more cups.

While the four were drinking and chatting with each other, a figure suddenly came into the door and slowly walked into the door. He was wearing a cloak and a mask. Jilei could not see his appearance.

His whole body was almost scarlet, dark and depressing. This man is decorated with pieces of armor from head to foot, especially at the shoulder. The shoulder armor doesn't look thick, but it highlights his murderous spirit. In such a drinking place, it is indeed a very strange thing to enter such a strange person. Ji Lei couldn't help looking at it more. The mask of this man covered his face very tightly. The mask that covered that face was a pale ghost face. After the narrow and long eye socket, it was cold.

Subconsciously, Jilei is on guard. This man is not a good man.

The tall figure walked slowly through the door. When his steps reached jiley's table, he suddenly stopped.

"Is it with you?"

Under that mask, a deep voice suddenly came. To tell the truth, this voice is very magnetic, but Jilei can hear the murder from his words.

"What? Who are you? " Ji Lei has already understood that the thing in this population should be the head on the neck of Ming Wu Chen. However, Ji Lei Gu also pretends that she does not know, and pours a glass of wine for herself and drinks it calmly.

"Oh, don't pretend. I know that mingwuchen's head is here with you. Give it to me." The man was born with a palm and a long finger. He spread it out in front of Jilei. He didn't hide it. He asked Ji leiso for the head of Wuchen!

"What are you! How dare you come here to play wild with your grandfather At this time, Su lie already felt drunk. Seeing the visitor, he was not polite. In a fury, he stood up and glared at him.

However, the man did not pay attention to Su lie, and his voice was still so flat. His eyes under the mask looked at Jilei, and then said faintly, "I said the second time, give him to me."

"Why should I give it to you?" Ji Lei is arrogant. Of course, he can't stand someone condescending and speaking to himself in a commanding tone. His eyes twinkle with anger, and his hand bone is clattering!

"Bang!" All of a sudden, a startling explosion sounded, and the location of Jilei suddenly ignited a raging fire. The air wave blew all of Jilei's people to the ground. After seeing this scene, all the other drinkers looked at the man with a mask with frightened eyes. At the moment, there was an extra gun in his hand.

"Are you crazy?" Jilei looked at the long bar like a blunderbuss thing in his hand, and the wine was all awake between surprise and anger! This guy pretended to have started without waiting for others to talk! And I didn't think about the lives of the people around me.

"This gun, it's called whisper." There's a deep voice under the mask. "Creak." The gun, called light language, suddenly aims at Jilei's head. The dark red lines painted on the gun's body do not contradict the metallic luster. The pattern of mountains and ghosts is reflected in Jilei's eyes. The black muzzle of the gun spews out a rolling flame. The ghostly purple fire suddenly shoots at Jilei's front door. Jilei's eyes flicker slightly, and then he runs away quickly! The purple flame flashed across Jilei's face like a spear. Thanks to Jilei's reaction, he escaped in time. But even so, the burning smell still burned Jilei's cheek.

"Boo!"

There is a long scar on Jilei's cheek. The blood drips down slowly. Jilei's eyes gradually become colder.

"You want to die!" Ji Changqing sees Ji Lei injured, wine has been completely awake! Reach out and grab at the mask man's face! The blade flashed out in a flash! Wipe his neck! "Ha ha... A knife is never faster than a gun..." a low sarcastic voice under the mask came slowly. Suddenly, a short red short gun was pulled out in his hand. Before Ji Changqing was close to his body, the muzzle of the gun had already spewed out layers of flame! The boiling heat wave comes from the muzzle of the gun and rushes to Ji Changqing'sFace the door! Ji Changqing covered his cheek, blood dyed his hands, that burning tropical pain, the destruction of the skin is huge! Ji Changqing was defeated by a move and fell to the ground. The man looked at the fallen Ji Changqing, sneered, and suddenly raised his head. His eyes were filled with awe inspiring eyes! The roar of the long bow, which was about to rush forward, was facing his eyes at this moment. At this time, the body of the long bow scream was

stiff and stagnant in mid air!

"What's going on?" At these critical moments, the body of the long bow seems to be unable to move.

The masked man gave a sneer, and then, mercilessly, raised the shotgun and aimed it at the roaring chest of the longbow.

"This gun is called sublimation." The voice under the mask came slowly. "Die." His voice, which had no emotion, was heard in the long bow's roaring ears. Then, he pulled the trigger, and the sublimated flame was blazing and dazzling.