Cyber Daming

In the brightly lit Lu's tall building, frightened eyes stared downstairs.

The overlapping shadow waves of the Buddhist Kingdom on earth and the Yin-Yang Dreamland dragged hundreds of private soldiers of the Lu family into a bizarre world.

The night was frozen on the street, and only the sound of the black-clad Taoist's footsteps was particularly clear, tapping into their hearts.

"You guys have worked so hard to reach the fourth stage. If you don't find a good family to settle down and enjoy the glory and wealth, why do you want to become bandits?"

A hoarse voice sounded faintly among the private soldiers who had been reduced to puppets.

"I am Wu Yajiao, the leader of the Lu clan's private army. If you put down your weapons and surrender now, I can spare your life for the sake of Longhu Mountain."

The man slowly walked out from the depths of the crowd. His skin was extremely pale, and his thin figure was covered with a loose robe.

Blown by the night wind, the distinct bones on his chest were vaguely visible under the noisy and swaying clothes.

This appearance is even worse than those drug addicts who are drained by the dream of inferior yellow rice, and the tone of his words is even more terrifying.

"Besides, you guys seem to have your own agenda. Otherwise, why would those two people choose to hide directly in the Buddhist Kingdom on Earth, leaving you alone to face me?"

Wu Yajiao pulled the dry and wrinkled skin on his face, showed an ugly smile, and said: "If a person does not serve himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth, right? Chen Qisheng."

Chen Qisheng paused, feeling that this scene seemed familiar to him for no reason. Suddenly, he felt blessed and uttered a sentence that Li Jun once said.

"Who are you?"

"Seven streets."

Wu Yajiao paused deliberately and smiled proudly: "The fourth peak of agriculture."

"It turns out to be the Fourth Farmer. Then what are you pretending to be here?"

Chen Qisheng raised his eyebrows and said in an indifferent tone: "Also, it's not that the Buddhist Kingdom can't accommodate you, it's just that they all know that I want to kill someone to vent my anger."

"A group of deserters who got into the Fourth Preface by luck, also want to cross the river in the land of Liaodong? Today I will let you know what it means to be in the Fourth Preface, but there is a huge difference!"

The expression on Wu Yajiao's face turned gloomy. He took off the robe that covered his body, and the flesh and blood on his chest suddenly opened a vertical gap, like an open mouth of a toothless beast.

Phew.

Wu Yajiao walked past a private soldier, stretched out his right hand, easily tore open the soldier's robe and armor, plunged it directly into his heart, and pulled out a bright red heart that was still steaming.

This movement was as skillful as a farmer picking ripe and plump fruits from the fruit trees he planted himself and stuffing them into the hungry mouth on his chest.

From where Chen Qisheng was standing at the moment, he could see it clearly.

After the heart entered Wu Yajiao's body, it was immediately entangled and bound by countless bud-like tentacles of flesh and blood, and was pulled into a shriveled and wrinkled nameless organ.

As the nameless organ devoured the heart, it became visibly red with the naked eye. It hung next to Wu Yajiao's own heart and slowly began to pump.

Dong. Dong. Dong Dong

The two intertwined heartbeats are like drum beats, chasing each other and gradually synchronizing with each other.

The first road on the road, the Heart of Fire, is activated!

Chen Qisheng also took steps at this moment, and a silvery light began to spread from the fingertips of his right hand holding the sword.

Wherever it passes, armor pieces emerge.

The sonorous sounds merged into one.

Phew!

Another kidney was extracted alive from the human body and stuffed into Wu Yajiao's body.

The second path of Qianmo, the kidney of living water, is activated.

At the same time, the silver light had covered half of Chen Qisheng's body, and a cold killing intent swept over him.

Wu Yajiao's shriveled body continued to expand, and the internal organs swallowed into his belly caused a frightening red light to appear in his eyes!

The third path of Qianmo, the lung of golden wind, is activated.

The fourth path of Qianmo, the liver of Rongmu, is activated.

The fifth path of Qianmo, the spleen of fertile soil, is activated.

The sixth road is the bones of hard work. The seventh road is the flesh of hard work.

Buzz.

Green and red Dao patterns wrapped around Chen Qisheng's arms covered with silver armor.

One person is responsible for the armor, and the other is responsible for the dirty work.

It ended almost at the same time.

"die!"

Chen Qisheng was the first to rise up, and with a sharp whistling sound, the long sword in his hand slashed towards Wu Yajiao's head.

But the leader of Lu Clan's private army had no intention of dodge. He let out a contemptuous sneer, raised his knees and twisted his waist. His raised legs made a crackling sound, and his toes hit the side of the sword accurately.

clang!

Under the collision, the sword was thrown backwards. Chen Qisheng loosened his fingers and held the hilt of the sword in the backhand, holding the sword in his elbow, sweeping in front of him.

"ha."

Wu Ajiao screamed strangely, his spine seemed to be broken, and his body collapsed backwards at an incredible angle, giving way to the elbow sword.

At the same time, the pores on Wu Yajiao's body opened on their own as if consciously, and black gas swarmed out from the skin, instantly covering an area of ​​one foot in radius.

The stinky black air was extremely corrosive, and the private soldiers of the Lu family who were enveloped in it were like candles burned by the fire, turning into pus in the blink of an eye.

The clothes that were also severely corroded were soaked in pus, with large and small bubbles constantly popping up.

Moreover, this Nongxu poisonous gas seemed to be capable of harming Changjun, who was in black armor, and the silver luster on the armor's surface became dim.

Chen Qisheng frowned and immediately gave up the attack, preparing to pull away and distance himself.

But Wu Yajiao would not give him this chance. His upper body, which was bent backwards, suddenly bounced up, and he made fists with both hands and punched Chen Qisheng directly in the abdomen!

At the same time, two more arms emerged from the back, filled with thick red liquid. Their sharp nails glowed with the cold light of gold and iron, and they pointed like knives, slashing at Chen Qisheng's throat!

The evil wind blows in the face with fierce force.

In his haste, Chen Qisheng only had time to block the slashing hand knife with his horizontal sword, and held his breath to resist the heavy punch that hit his abdomen.

boom!

Chen Qisheng sprayed a mouthful of blood into the black mist, and he and his sword were blasted backwards by Wu Yajiao.

"Do you know why the Lu family only came to me today?"

Wu Yajiao folded his arms in front of his chest, and placed his fingers on his hands behind his head. His whole body was filled with black energy, and his arrogance was clearly revealed.

"Because I alone am enough to deal with all of you!"

"His grandma, are people so arrogant and domineering nowadays? I can't stand a single bright ghost anymore. Xiao Chen, you don't have to worry about me. At worst, I'll kill this bastard. I'll go to the Eastern Branch to find Mo Qi Whale Overhaul." Fan!”

Just as Chang Jun's angry roar rang out, Chen Qisheng's figure flew out like a powerful arrow!

"Taoist priests wearing armor are neither fish nor fowl. If you can't do it, let Wu Xu, who is hiding, come out!"

Wu Yajiao's tone was contemptuous, but his movements were not slow at all. At the same time, he rushed out, determined to quickly deal with the black-clothed Daoxu in front of him.

In fact, from the moment the two parties met, Wu Yajiao had many doubts in his mind.

The first thing is that the leader Wu Xu Li Jun didn't show up here for some reason.

Secondly, the elite private soldiers under his command had no ability to resist. They were instantly pulled into the Buddhist kingdom on earth by the opponent, leaving him alone.

You must know that the human sea tactic of grouping together has always been the usual combat method of the clan.

With a per capita strength level of over the order of seven, coupled with the heavy investment in Mo Xu's equipment, hundreds of private soldiers from powerful families are fully capable of intercepting a non-main battle order of the order of the four.

When he saw the Buddhist kingdom swallowing up all his subordinates, Wu Yajiao had already thought about retreating.

But the strange thing is that the other party's Buddhist country and dreamland did not touch him at all.

Although he might not be able to pull himself into it even if he touched it, this weak step of giving in made Wu Yajiao instantly feel relieved.

Why do you want to challenge yourself? It's nice to say it.

The real reason is that after controlling so many followers, the two newly promoted Fo Si and Yin Yang Si were too weak to provoke themselves anymore.

As long as he can kill this Dao Xu in one go, even if Wu Xu who is hiding somewhere pops out again, he will not be his opponent!

People in a powerful family always act before they make plans. Who would be the arrogant and stupid man?

A series of thoughts rotated, but it happened in the blink of an eye.

With his mind set, Wu Yajiao was about to activate the Qianmo organ in his body with all his strength, when he suddenly felt the black mist lingering in front of him clear.

A strange mixture of green and red light squeezed in, followed by a cold and biting sword light!

In the sudden change, Wu Yajiao reacted very quickly. He put his hands together into palms behind his back and pinched the incoming sword light.

Zheng!

The hard bones of the body are stuck in the sword body, and the muscles of the body are entangled in the edge.

I have a bare blade with my bare hands!

Wu Yajiao raised his eyebrows slightly, and was about to launch an offensive with his remaining arms, when he saw Chen Qisheng decisively let go of the sword, stepped forward and exerted his strength, and he jumped like a tiger to attack, and his knees hit his chest.

"hiss"

The laughter turned into air-conditioning, which was sucked in by Wu Yajiao.

He had thought that the opponent would use Taoist weapons, ink armor, and talismans, and he had even been secretly watching the night sky above his head, always preparing to deal with sudden thunder.

But the black-clothed Taoist priest in front of him didn't have any of the skills of the people in the Taoist order. Instead, he was like a rough martial artist, fighting hand-to-hand with him, punching to the flesh and drawing blood.

What the fuck, is this still Dao sequence? !

boom!

Wu Yajiao crossed his arms to block his chest, but he was still shocked by the huge force and his mind went blank. He couldn't help but take a step back.

At the same time, the long sword rolled over on its own, lifting up a piece of dripping flesh and blood, which escaped from the clamped palms and slashed down on Wu Yajiao's head.

Wu Yajiao felt chilled and subconsciously used an extremely ugly but extremely practical donkey roll to get out of the way.

Although he successfully dodged the sword blade, Chen Qisheng, who was following him, kicked him in the jaw.

Wu Yajiao's body rolled backwards uncontrollably, but he still didn't lose his balance. I saw him pressing his arms on the ground while rolling, and jumped up in an Oolong style. At the same time, he folded his arms around his body, guarding against any attack that might come at any time.

Sure enough, just as Wu Yajiao stood firm, a cold light reached his face.

He grabbed the blade of the sword with four hands, dug his toes into the ground, and plowed the ground into two rolling ravines, finally able to withstand the momentum of the long army's thrust.

But before he could take a breath, an indifferent face appeared next to the unheld sword hilt.

Chen Qisheng held the sword and turned his wrist, causing a shower of scarlet blood.

Wu Yajiao let out a scream of pain, and all four arms were cut off at the wrist.

Zeng Gua's internal organs were running wildly at this moment. The strength of Qian Mo's organs prevented Wu Ajiao from losing his fighting power. His four arms without hands flew around like sticks, smashing Chen Qisheng's right shoulder until it collapsed and deformed.

"Die!"

The armor, which had been corroded by the poisonous mist, could no longer block Wu Yajiao's attack. Two severed arms with bone stubble penetrated through and inserted into Chen Qisheng's abdomen.

Chen Qisheng's throat rolled. He didn't know how many genetically modified pills he swallowed in one breath. Bloody threads wrapped around his pupils, and he roared like a wild beast.

The Taoist priest, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, opened his lips and exposed his scarlet teeth towards Wu Yajiao.

This smile made Wu Yajiao feel chills all over his body.

At this moment, Chen Qisheng suddenly raised his right arm, grabbed Wu Yajiao's hair, pulled up his head with five fingers, and hit Wu Yajiao hard on the face with a headbutt.

boom!

Wu Yajiao's eyes turned white, and blood splattered on his sunken face.

Chen Qisheng grabbed Wu Yajiao's neck and lifted the opponent's body directly. The arms that were still in his abdomen were forcefully pulled out.

Buzz.

The green and red Taoist text wrapped around his arm, and the light was bright, illuminating the fear and begging for mercy in Wu Yajiao's eyes.

Click.

Under the blessing of the powerful force, Wu Yajiao's neck bones made an overwhelming violent sound, and then his whole body was penetrated into the shattered street.

"They are both in the fourth sequence, but there is indeed a gap."

Chen Qisheng looked down at the twisted body in the pit, and spit out a mouthful of blood at the squirming and growing granulation at Wu Yajiao's wound.

"I am the Immortal Master of the Four Old School Taoists. Who are you?"

Zheng!

The long sword flew down, and Chang Jun's angry face appeared beside the sword, cutting Wu Yajiao, who was still conscious, into pieces with his sword.

At the same time, the group of silent private soldiers raised their heads and turned to look at the brightly lit Lu family building.

In their opened eyes, the pupils were occupied by a golden color, with the word 'Zou' firmly embedded in it.

For low-level followers like them, dream stealing in the Buddhist Kingdom is a desperate situation with no way to escape.

boom! boom! boom!

Heads gradually exploded one by one, and in the rain of blood rising into the sky, the tall building where all the Lu clan members lived exploded at this moment.

boom!

A flame dragon swept up, and the whole building was like a huge torch, lighting up the night sky of Fenghua City.

"Liaodong has high mountains and deep waters? Ha."

The rising firelight illuminated the ferocious smile on Fan Wujiu's face.

"If it wasn't a raptor, who would cross the river?"

"Want to go straight to Huanglong?"

On the top floor of Lu Clan, Lu Ning looked at Li Jun who had appeared. After a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes, he quickly calmed down.

"To be able to think of this step, I have some brains, but not much. In comparison, this bit of courage makes people shine, but"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Lu Ning's lips: "Do you think that after surviving the harsh mountains and rivers of the Japanese area, you are qualified to enter the dragon's pond and tiger's den of my clan?"

As soon as the words fell to the ground, footsteps thundered in the vast floor.

Lu Yuzhang, whose scholar shirt was stained with blood, took a step forward and stood in front of Lu Ning. Two black pistols slipped into his palms.

On the gun body, there are two small block letters outlined in silver lines.

'darkroom'.

‘Be cautious of independence’.

Click.

Lu Yuzhang's wrists flicked up and down, and his guns were loaded with a clang.

A pair of blazing eyes looked directly at Li Jun without fear.

"Old horse."

Li Jun shouted softly.

"Um?"

The one eye in the helmet looked down and heard the old and rich voice of Lord Ma.

"Come out every hour to add to the fun."

"Okay, what do you want to hear?"

"It's up to you, I just think this place is too noisy."

"Where's the noise?"

Li Jun said calmly: "Didn't you hear? Those innocent souls who died tragically are clamoring for someone to accompany them."

This sentence seemed to bring back some memories in Lord Ma's mind. After a moment of silence, Lord Ma said, "It's indeed a bit too noisy. We will fulfill their wishes today, lest they live in peace for the rest of their lives."

"That's how it should be."

when!

Just a sound of gongs and drums sounded first, gradually speeding up, and the sound of guzheng followed, as if leading the people on the stage to appear.

Li Jun held a gun in his hand and took steps towards Lu Yuzhang.

For gongs and drums, an erhu is played, and the tone is mournful, just like a cold wind and snow blowing in the wilderness woods.

Prince Ma's slightly deep but powerful voice sounded.

"Heavy snow is falling, hitting people's faces, and the gusty wind is chilling to the bones."

The shouts from all around came like a tide. Facing Lu Ning's disdainful gaze and Lu Yuzhang's raised muzzle, Li Jun walked faster and faster, and the black flames on his body burned stronger and stronger.

Clang!

After the gong, a heavy drum beat suddenly followed.

"The mountains and rivers are darkened by the low clouds, and the woods are cold and withered."

"The memories of the past are lingering in my mind and it's hard to put them away. I drink wine in a deserted village to soothe my sorrows."

"It's a long way to go to my hometown, and the message from my wife is broken."

It was originally a gloomy and desolate tragedy of traveling, but in the mouth of Lord Ma, he sang the murderous intention of going up the mountain to seek revenge.

The bloody battle in the Japanese area was just for the people in my hometown to have a warm light to sleep in.

Now there are only four lonely souls left, wandering among the white mountains and black waters.

Li Jun took a bite, filled with anger, stepped up the mountain, and his figure flashed in front of Lu Yuzhang.

The tip of the gun is glaring, the muzzle is cold

boom!

A violent gunshot echoed in this extremely luxurious building!