So I Am A Demon Descendent!

"Did you really miss Li Xianyu? Is it because of the first time?" God of War helplessly said.

Li Peiyun froze for a while, then realized what God of War meant, "Um ..."

Li Peiyun left home at the age of fifteen, wandered for ten years, and sharpened kendo. He was not undefeated, but those who had been defeated by him were all left behind in the process of catching up.

Those who have been enemies have been cut under the sword one by one.

Until more than two months ago, in Sanlibancun, he met the enemies destined to ... Since then, he has suffered losses in the hands of Li Xianyu, but has never recovered his place.

Li Xianyu was the first opponent to make him helpless.

"He's not the best, he wants to be here, we can only escape." God of War glanced at him, "It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years."

Where Li Xianyu went and where the Warriors of the Warriors followed, the boy was already an S-class master. At this time, the Warriors of the Warriors and the relics of the monster road were quite different. Once encountered, only her chased by her.

"Be careful about five or five." God of War whispered.

"He's great?" Li Peiyun frowned.

"Which one of Baoze ’s S-levels is not good, they are best at combining skills, but at least three S-levels can be used. That is their reliance on the extremes. But they cannot be underestimated." Popular science: "The five-five-point power is balance, which balances the strength of both sides. If you are stronger than him, it will be weakened, otherwise it will be strengthened. So your sword of Qi may be weakened and lose its unfavorable characteristics. "

"Is there such a power?" Li Peiyun was shocked. "Everyone can open it with five or five ..... The original title means this."

Immediately after that, he saw San Wu pick up an rpg, pose the six relatives in disregard, and pull the trigger violently.

"Spread!" The **** of war yelled.

And he himself slammed the air blower, propped up the shield ... The rocket flew over his left side and exploded around the scattered subordinates.

The explosion's shock wave was raging around the flames, and the dark brown ground blew a large pit.

"She didn't perform her abilities .... Not good. Her real target is my men." God of War froze and responded.

He wanted to respond, but Sanshou gave him a chance and a second rocket fired.

Unable to determine whether she was using the precision strike ability, the God of War did not dare to neglect, facing the king of the so-called single combat weapon, he could not have the slightest slackness.

"boom!"

The precision strike ability can't be avoided, it can only be resisted. This is not an explosion comparable to a high explosive grenade.

The protective body hood is like the trembling air bubbles in the strong wind. It persists for a second and then disintegrates. The God of War muscle trembles madly and releases force. After shock waves and fire light contact his body, it looks like a person stepped on grease and quickly slipped away.

God of War had no time to take care of his men, burst out from the exploding fire, his hair and clothes burned to ashes, and his skin was covered with burn marks. A few steps across a distance of more than ten meters, kill Sanwu next to him.

"Ding!"

The insurance cracked, and Sanwu took off the grenade hanging around his waist, and threw it towards the God of War.

Before waiting for Grenade to approach, God of War punched out the air blower, detonating it in advance, and the fire exploded between the two.

San Wushuang's eyes were red, and her hair fluttered against the explosion of fire and shock waves. She danced a 1.4-meter-long bazooka out of a golden hoop and hit a rod on the head of God of War.

The beach is obviously not a qualified melee weapon. God of War's brain is harder than it. It broke in Sanwu's hand.

God of War hit an elbow on his chest with an elbow and ran close to him. He poured out his fists and feet wildly, and any part of his body could be used as a weapon. He is a pre-Class A killer who is famous for killing the killer world.

"Too weak," God of War attacked, and shouted in disdain: "You haven't grown for so many years."

"Can't appear in front of the target, in the dark, silently, giving him a fatal blow." San Wu parried while answering.

"Very well, you remember my teaching, that is the best fighting method for you, because your power is precision strike. But have you tried assassinations and remembered me in these years?"

"I think ..." Sanwu suddenly broke out, leaning his elbows on the wrist of God of War, blocking his fist, she smashed the God of War with one foot: "Face to kill you."

The two sides reversed, and Sanwu broke out at this moment with invincible strength. She fought against the God of War with melee that she was not good at.

On the other side, after a rocket bombarded the lineup, the five people brought by God of War suffered a relentless killing of five or five. In less than two seconds, five people were smashed into their heads, shattered the Yuanshen, and died. Can't die anymore.

Li Peiyun didn't stop, couldn't stop, and it wasn't necessary. These subordinates are all good hands. They can stand on their own anywhere, but in the Pantheon gathered by experts, they are the bottom combat force.

How can they fight against a top S-class killer without even reaching the S-class.

There was a flower in front of him, and after the killing of Wu Wu, he approached silently and silently. I wondered when he held a half-meter knife in his hand and pierced his chest.

"laugh!"

The sword of Qi retorted, in the sound of snow melting, the short knife was cut off, and the fracture was like a red-hot iron.

Taking a few steps back at Wu Wu Kai, looking down at the magic weapon that didn't last a round, squinting: "It is indeed a sword of qi inherited from the demon road. "

The next moment, Li Peiyun felt a mysterious and weird force locked himself, the Qi and blood in his body were weakened, but his spirit became extraordinarily strong.

Obviously, this is a talent ability that has been opened for five or five days.

"His Qi and blood are not as good as mine, but his mental strength is much stronger than mine."

Based on his own changes, Li Peiyun made a judgment.

My heart is quite proud, look, one of the ten gods of the magnificent Baoze, Qi and blood are not as good as mine.

Because of the three talents of swordplay, he has almost no shortcomings. Qi is the strongest, followed by Qi and blood, and his mental strength is the worst. Corresponds to the order of strength of the "three swords" in the three talents of swordsmanship.

After weakening Li Peiyun's strength, he took out two short knives from the wallet and closed them again. The knife edge marked an arc that was difficult to capture and cut to Li Peiyun's neck.

Li Peiyun leaned back to avoid the sword, and at the same time waved the sword of Qi in his hand.

when!

Another fifty-five knife was erected to block the sword of Qi. The sword of Qi did not cut off the short knife in his hand.

After falling into the realm of Wu Kai, the sword of Qi was greatly weakened.

The throat-cutting sword was avoided, and after five or five days of blocking the sword of Qi, the wrist was turned over, and the backward sword was erected, and the handle of the knife was heavy on Li Peiyun's chest.

"puff!"

Vigorously revealing Li Peiyun's body, blasting a shallow hole in the ground below him.

"Good penetrating power." Li Peiyun's throat was sweet and almost spouted. She gritted her teeth and went back, roaring heavily, and was about to start a counterattack ...

Wu Wukai used the snakeskin position to avoid his Qi sword to fight back. He walked behind him, crossed his hands across his back in a cross, and the cold blade broke through his proud "Sword of Sword", leaving two Not a deep wound.

This is not the end. The Wu Wu attack has just begun. He walked in a flexible manner to avoid Li Peiyun's attack. He left a stab wound to his body with a subtle knife.

Although Li Peiyun's fine sword forged a strong fortress for him, those wounds were not deep and did not hurt his muscles and bones, but the hot and painful pain throughout his body made Li Peiyun feel a wicked fire, but there was nothing he could do.

Yes, no matter whether it is Qi or blood, Wu Peiyun is not as good as Li Peiyun.

However, the opponent's skill completely crushed Li Peiyun.

Li Peiyun felt like a wild beast in the air, and looked vulnerable to humans who were proficient in "techniques".

In the past ten years, the cultivation of Sancai Jian occupied most of his energy, thus neglecting the training of skills. But the mystery of the three talented swordsmanship is enough to make him not need to hone his skills.

Right now, this is the one to lose.

The field of five to five opens up a balance between the strength of the two, like a balance. However, power can be weakened and enhanced, and things like skills are areas that powers cannot reach.

It's like a Ferrari sports car competing with Wuling Hongguang. The performance of the sports car allows Ferrari to easily crush Wuling Hongguang, but once the two sides are replaced with Wuling Hongguang, as an old driver, Wu Wukai will easily crush him.

Li Peiyun took a sigh of relief: "Bao Ze Ten Gods really deserve its reputation."

The top S-class is also divided into strong and weak. His newcomer seems to be a little worse than the top five in the top S-class, one of the five gods of Baoze Ten Gods.

But Li Peiyun wasn't too panicked, everyone's strength was not much different, but I could still run.

...

"Oh!"

God of War held Sanwu's fist, and a hammer hit the opponent's forehead.

San Wuzhen receded, his head broke, his head was dizzy, and his vision was overlapping and blurred.

"Look at how you look like, without a little bit of killer cultivation. Did the dogs eaten before training?" God of War smashed a punch on San Wuguang's side face, her teeth squirted, and her eyes were bloodshot. .

After playing for so long, he was just a little breathless, and he still had some energy. And San Wu is already sweating and has a huge physical exertion. The most important thing is that he is too familiar with San Wu, just like his father is familiar with his daughter.

"Your ability shouldn't face the enemy from the beginning, but every time you are confronting the enemy. Your stupidity is doomed to you."

As long as Sanwu is not given the opportunity to use hot weapons, as long as she fights against her, Sanwu has no threat to the famous God of War.

Three arms crossed, blocking the fist of God of War again and again, the arm bones could not withstand such high intensity and dense blows, and gradually cracked .....

Despair, despair from the soul enveloped her.

She can't beat this man. Just as in the past ten years, she has never won in countless competitions.

San Wu's fighting technique is taught by God of War. This man has taught her for more than ten years and knows her well.

Since she remembered, she has lived in the training camp of the ancient gods, where the ancient gods train the next generation of class A killers, and there are more than 200 children of the same age with her.

The method used by ancient gods to cultivate Class A killers can be described as cruel. The selected children learn to practice qi, fighting, and use various cold weapons and firearms. Besides, they cannot get other education and cannot go to school and play like other children.

In childhood only training and instructors flogged.

By the age of ten, the child will be forcibly awakened. At present, the fastest awakening posture recognized by the blood community is death. There is great terror between life and death, and it is the easiest to inspire human potential.

The children were kept alone in the water tank, and the mouth of the tank was sealed. The awakened child would shatter the water tank, and the failure would stay in it forever.

San Wu's performance in the training camp was well-formed. Knowing that she was ten years old, in the routine awakening ceremony, she awakened the precise blow, a very powerful and rare power.

It is also because of this ability that she was valued by the senior officials of ancient theology as a key cultivation object.

One day, a great figure of the ancient gods suddenly wanted to see her, and the instructor took her to meet the great figure.

"Small thing, you are so lucky to get the favor of that adult." The instructor hummed and told her that it was a remarkable person, and a word could dominate their life and death.

"What is favor."

"I just feel hello and I want to reward you."

"Reward the meat?" San Wudi understood, and the instructor laughed loudly in return.

It was a burly man who stood in front of him and shivered in fear.

"Forget fear to be a qualified killer." The man looked at her, frowning, and seemed very dissatisfied with Xiao Sanwu's performance.

"That's because your aura is too strong. How can small things keep calm in front of you?" The instructor flattered.

"No. 3, are you willing to be my disciple?" The man did not please the instructor, and looked down coldly, looking at the girl who was not his waist.

"When your disciple ... did you eat meat?" Although she was scared, she asked the most important question.

"Have."

"Oh."

That was the first time she saw God of War, the first conversation.

Sanwu's childhood was not just darkness. She had a very good friend, no name, everyone in the training camp had no name, only numbers. She is number three and her friend is number thirty.

That night, she shared the food with No. 30 in a secluded corner where no one had found, carrying the meat she had secretly brought out of the cafeteria.

"I have a master." She was holding the food, and when she spoke, there seemed to be stars in her eyes.

"What is Master?" No. 30 asked.

The ten-year-old child has not received an orthodox education, except fighting every day is fighting, and does not understand the meaning of Master.

"Is someone who can give me meat."

"I'm envious."

"I will share it with you. We are friends."

However, the next day, she was taken to a small black room. There were two people in the room, who had just become her master's God of War, and the thin No. 30. Her fearful tears twirled in her eyes, like a panic Fawn.

"Kill her." God of War threw a knife at San Wu's feet.

"no, do not want...."

"Kill her. The killer can't have friends, because friends can become a sharp blade in your heart at any time."

"Don't ..."

"Kill her."

.......

With a click, Sanwu's arm was broken and his defensive posture was opened. The next moment, the fist of God of War slammed down like a rainstorm. The sternum, ribs, and scapula ... more than ten bones were broken in succession, and the palms and palms protecting the vital ones were also inevitable.

Lose again, always like this ...

In the past ten years, she was defeated by this man again and again. The children of the training camp envy her, and the instructors secretly pleased her, because she is a disciple of God of War, and she will definitely stand out in the future class A killer competition. After being retired, the class-A killer of the ancient gods can easily enter the high-level and even compete for the position of the leader.

God of War gave her glory and status, and ruthlessly deprived her of her feelings. Love, friendship, .... Nothing, even preferences are deprived.

She didn't have the power to like something, she didn't have the power to have friends, and slowly, she was beaten into a weapon without emotion.

Born for killing, dying for killing.

"I long for friends!" At the age of fifteen, Sanwu once said this to God of War.

Because of this sentence, she almost paid the price of her life.

"Remember what I said to you." God of War turned the girl with a thousand holes in her body and looked down at her. "On the night when you were fifteen, the night you were about to die."

"Want to regain friendship, yes, kill me!"

That day, she was dying as she was now, lying weakly on the bed, the **** of war standing on the bed, and looking at her with a condescending, indifferent look.

Say this to her.

Sanwu lay on the ground, his pupils reflected the eternal gray, and the eastern palace hanging on the sky.

She remembered the scene from the first meeting on the 30th, when she had not completed the training task and was kept in a small black room without water or meals. She would stay there for three days before she was ten years old.

She was hungry and scared, but did not dare to cry, hiding in the corner and shaking.

At this moment, a **** was thrown in the small window where the rice was handed in, and half a small face was found out. Wuyu's eyes swept around the room, locking the corner of the wall.

Sanwu didn't know her. She was a girl sleeping on her bunk. She liked to laugh and had crescent-like eyes.

"The instructor said that you don't work **** your homework. Guan Xiaoheiwu is here."

San Wu didn't speak, just looked at her.

"I hid the bun at noon. The little black house doesn't give anything to eat, I know."

San Wu knew that each child could only get three buns a day, and one bun was a meal.

This is her lunch.

"why?"

"I want to be friends."

"What is a friend?"

"Friends are things that are good for a lifetime."

"Oh."

A friend is a good thing all her life, but she drew the knife into her friend's chest.

She hasn't forgotten what she looked like before she died on the 30th ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The memories buried in her heart are surging, clear and painful.

Later she left the ancient gods and came to the training camp of Baoze, where she finally harvested the long-awaited friendship. Get rid of the fate of being a weapon.

But God of War found her again, this man who turned her into a weapon with her own hands was a nightmare of her life.

She got warm in Baoze, but that night, she fell back into the cold hell.

Killed you? Just kill you?

Okay, Master.

The faded red light lit up again, eyes filled with brutal fierce light, and San Wuyi's good face was covered with violent blue tendons.

"Ka!"

Deep down, something seems to be broken.

All the emotions disappeared, all the warmth dissipated, and at this moment, it seemed like the sleeping demon awakened.