Thousand Blades of Death

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Seeing Liu Bei fleeing in his own way, the giant sword man laughed and rushed over.

"Good to come."

The blood-red gigantic sword descended from the sky and was directly cut down with a strong vigor, closing Liu Bei's position.

The thin sword of the man in black is like a viper, cruising in mid-air, as the man with the giant sword strikes.

One is cleverness and the other is cleverness. The cooperation between the two is really perfect.

Although Liu Bei's heart flashed away, the other party did not give himself a chance.

The head of the Rende Yi gun opened his eyes again, and 36 bullets poured out. The powerful recoil force Liu Bei flew out, although there were chasing soldiers behind him.

The joint attack of the two couldn't withstand the Rende's rifle fire, and was suddenly repelled, making him embarrassed.

"Good boy, I don't think you've taken your skin."

The Great Sword man said angrily after eating deflated.

Liu Zijing said, "Since all friends have come here, why not use my Zhongshan family's unique skill-the closed surgery style of the Wufang Blood Prison."

One of the women said, "Yes, the Five-Party Blood Prison is a formation that my Zhongshan royal family has painstakingly researched to specifically restrain organs. Even if the kid has the magic weapon, he can't exert his power."

Liu Siquan said, "Please also be cautious, but all magic weapons have a crisis of raging. If this child is forced to a desperate situation and a net is broken, please disperse immediately."

Among them, the old man plucked his beard and said leisurely, "That's natural. How can those of us who make magic weapons know the power of this ancient magic weapon."

Without further ado, ten real-name masters each occupy ten positions, surrounding Liu Bei.

Five-party blood prison is a formation that affects the spirit of the enemy.

Although Shudi organs are powerful, they also have many advantages, but the only core is that they must connect their minds to weapons.

The flow of vitality in the body is extremely complicated, and it usually runs along the trajectory of the meridians, and it is not deliberately controlled by humans.

If it is attached to a weapon, it usually does not need to have a running process, it is all gone. Shudi organ surgery overcomes this dilemma.

This must require the surgeon to manipulate the vitality precisely.

Wufang Blood Prison, driving weapons with vitality and borrowing weapons

The qi infects people, including mourning, regret, anger, doubt, and sorrow, a total of five kinds of emotions that can extremely fluctuate the state of mind of human beings.

As soon as this burst came out, the vitality of ten real-name masters poured out, which was too thick, resulting in the gradual qualitativeness of the originally invisible vitality, and the entire space was filled with five colors of vitality.

Although Liu Bei is in the encircling circle, there is still a certain distance from them, and he does not want to attack.

The eyes of Rende's spear were no longer shiny, and gradually faded until it was dull and dull.

"What's going on?" Liu Bei was shocked.

At this time, the vitality in the body is not controlled, it seems to cut off some connection with himself.

Unable to urge the vitality, even the will becomes depressed, and many indescribable emotions and memories come to mind.

Three-thirds of the world, the Central Plains.

Do not seek to be born on the same day in the same year, but wish to die on the same day in the same year.

Confusing memories poured into the brain. This was the demon that appeared when he entered the real-name realm, and now it appears again.

Heart demons, real-name people will inherit the memories of the previous life, naturally, the sin barriers of the previous life will also reincarnate, and those who practice are called "heart demons".

"Uh--"

Liu Bei has a headache, and many unbearable memories flood into his brain. These are all things he feels very familiar with.

Despite the painful process, his consciousness was instinctively absorbed by greed.

Because, this is something he vowed to never forget.

"Tumbling." Liu Zijing used Wufang Blood Prison for the first time, only to realize the power of this method.

The old man said, "The rhythm of the vitality within the weapon secretly echoes the five senses in the human body, thereby evoking human passions. Everything in the world maintains a delicate relationship with each other, which is incredible."

There is another humane, "Dadao, Xuan Zhi Xuan, this should be the case."

Liu Zijing said, "The predecessor who can develop this peerless formation is worthy of my Zhongshan royal family and admires it."

Everyone urged their vitality to maintain the formation of the formation. Just wait for a while, Liu Bei's heart was destroyed, and there was no counterattack, they could sit back and enjoy their success.

puff--

Disturbed by the memories of the previous life, the riotous energy rioted in the lungs and wounded the internal organs frequently. Liu Bei couldn't help but spit out a blood.

What are these pieces of memory pouring into the brain?

Why is it so sad?

In the few nights when he knew his parents died, he was sad and depressed, but in the formation, he experienced more than a hundred times more pain than before.

What is this, as far as I am concerned in this world, nothing has happened, but it can influence my mind.

Because of the experience of the previous life, will all of this life be denied?

Liu Bei was very shaken. It has been a quarter of an hour in formation, and he can no longer stand, even spitting a few sips of blood on his knees, supporting his body with a Rende gun.

He remembered something.

Not from the previous life, but from this life.

Time is one year after leaving home to follow the demon hunter, the location is an unknown mountain village, the character is Liu Bei alone.

This is a very poor place, and the money of the whole village can not even afford the rations of the demon hunters, because they often cannot eat themselves.

But their masters didn't care about these, they still shot, killed the demons living nearby, and took care of themselves when they were injured.

After completing the mission, the demon hunter left.

As usual, we have to inform the villagers that the threat has been eliminated, and then ask for some supplies and members of the Qianluo Demon Hunting Squad.

"Why just leave." Liu Bei asked the master.

The master said, "That's a poor place. The farther away this place is, the better."

Liu Beidao, "Do you dislike the poor?"

The master said, "I am so poor that I can't even afford to eat, clothes can't cover my body, and living can't drive away the cold. Such poverty is naturally disgusting."

Liu Beidao said, "But we helped them."

The master shook his head, "We didn't help, and it was just a habit to destroy the demons. There is no place to thank."

Liu Bei puzzled.

The master went on to say, "The attack of the demons usually kills people, and the country has no time to take care of it, so as long as the villages try their best to stifle us. The greatest danger to the villages we meet is the demons, but it doesn’t work here, and they still have many lives in crisis. The situation is the same in many places in the world, and there are countless things that are more terrifying than the magic species."

Liu Bei pondered for a while and then said, "Then I will let everyone in the world live and work in peace and enjoy a day without threats."

The master heard this and couldn't help laughing.

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