Urban: Town Country War God

The world is full of hustle and bustle, my hand up...

Can cover the sky.

But you are not here...

There is no turning back in life. Only by moving forward can you go forever and reach the peak.

At the end of the song, people are scattered, and the east wind borrows.

The scenes in the field were like a heavy hammer, hitting the four people, Mo Wentian, and Long Liang, the northern border of Jianglong's heart.

Hit after hammer, hammer after hammer.

They were dumbfounded, looking at the scenes of the killing in the field dumbfounded, with shocked faces.

"How is this possible?!"

Long Liang completely collapsed, and he did not expect that everything would be reversed.

I originally thought that with so many people, it was more than enough to deal with Lin Xiao alone, or even not needed at all, to completely kill this young man.

However, the scenes before him have completely subverted his worldview, making him fear and tremble!

Death is not terrible.

The unknown is the most terrifying.

Especially that kind of unknown fear is enough to make a person with a mind like iron and iron walls completely collapse.

Now, Long Liang is like this, he is completely broken.

The face that was still rampant became frightened, his eyes enlarged, and his heart was full of shock, except for fear.

Mo Wentian and other four people are like this, the shock and fear in their hearts have reached a peak.

Three or four thousand people failed so easily. How could this be possible? !

The killing officially began, death began to spread, and one body after another began to fall to the ground.

In the entire hall, countless broken limbs and blood spilled over this quaint building.

Let this building stand for five years and only belong to the four great gentlemen of Yanjing, and become a **** on earth.

The east wind broke and broke again.

boom!

Everything, the dust settled completely, when the last corpse fell, when the last Begonia flower fell.

Everything will turn into dust.

Only the corpses all over the ground were left, and the brilliant red begonias blooming like **** shura flowers.

In addition, a group of black armor, a huge and heavily fortified army of thousands of people.

Also, the young, tall and slender figure standing in the center.

When I look at it, it seems like a **** of war, the king is here, looking down at the world, overlooking the world.

The life and death of these ants under the sky, only need him to think, they will completely die.

Huh!

thump!

A group of black armors, like tigers, put down their weapons, kneeled respectfully on one knee, and respectfully shouted at the young figure standing in the center: "See Lin Shuai!"

The sound was deafening, resounding across the sky, and the evil spirits filled the sky with stars!

Lin Xiao's eyes were like stars, and he raised his hand slightly.

Wow!

The Army of Thousands stood up together and stood aside respectfully.

Lin Shuai?

Long Liang was taken aback for a moment, and then a huge fear appeared on his face.

After that, he collapsed completely and exclaimed: "You are the one!!"

Who?

Mo Wentian and the others are obviously not clear, with doubts.

However, Long Liang had already collapsed at this moment, and the panic in his heart, such as the waves swept by the flood, did not have any thoughts to explain, and he did not dare to say it.

Because that person is a taboo, a great horror, and a person who makes the whole world tremble.

It was a demon, a great **** with great horror.

It is a supreme existence unparalleled in the world.

The discoloration of the talk, the horror of the smell.

He can cover the sky with only his hand.

He can call the cloud and call the rain by covering his hands!

It was such a big man who unexpectedly was right in front of him, and he was still so reckless to provoke him and made him kneel and kowtow to apologize.

This…

Doraemon!

At this moment, the dagger in Xu Hao's hand had stopped spinning, with bloodthirsty on his face, he walked towards the frightened Long Liang.

The pitch-black dagger in his hand exudes a faint cold light, like the sickle leading to the Nine Nether Hells, with his terrifying face like Shura, the whole person forms a word-demon!

"Young Master Long, it's time to hit the road."

thump!

Long Liang collapsed and knelt down very spinelessly, begging for mercy, "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I have no intention of offending, I really didn't know it was you, if I had known it was you, I would definitely not dare offend…"

Who does not know the power of the dark night death, who does not know?

Once an order is issued, the existence of terror that can destroy the country.

How can he not be afraid? !

Lin Xiao didn't know much about it, but coldly glanced at the five people present with different expressions, but without exception, they were all frightened, and said calmly: "After ten days, lift the coffin and move the tomb, choose the tomb to kneel and apologize. "

After speaking, walk forward without a trace of hesitation.

boom!

As soon as his voice fell, Mo Wentian's four people were ashamed of death, and the whole person seemed to be tens of years old, as if they had exhausted their last strength and collapsed on the chair.

"No, please, don't kill me!"

Long Liang also wanted to beg for mercy.

He doesn't want to die, he is still young and has a great future.

Finally, under the dragon royal family, the group of behemoths, mixed to this position, such a graceful occasion, sadly disappeared.

How willing is he!

Of course, all this is to no avail.

The pitch black, but extremely sharp dagger, lightly stroked his neck, a blood stain from thin to thick appeared suddenly.

The blood, like spring water, began to gush out frantically.

This, the third military commander of the Long Family, the fourth grandson of the Long Family’s old prince, widened his eyes, covering his neck, staring firmly at the young figure that was drifting away. Slowly slipped into the chair, and in the end there was no interest at all.

Before he died, there was only that way in his eyes, with the sky on his head, the sun and the moon on his shoulders, the beautiful back of the majestic.

The fourth youngest of the dragon royal family of the first generation died just like that.

When he came, he was energetic and gave directions.

When he died, he was extremely suffocated, and he died without respect.

Seeing that the east wind has risen, great achievements have been made.

I can't help but take this opportunity to temporarily return to Xiakou, mobilize soldiers, and then pick things up.

At that time, Zhou Lang, Zhou Lang! It's a waste of effort to discipline you.

On the stage, the big drum made a sensation, and in the end, the song ended.

A group of Huadans forcibly endured their inner panic, and finished the most thrilling Dongfeng in their career, and the curtain came to an end.

The corpse, the blood, the crabapple flowers, and the terrified four people, in this hall, combined into a not so stunning, but aesthetically beautiful with an abstract picture.

a long time.

Long Nan Mo Wentian and others finally reacted.

"What should I do now?" Lin Ruo asked in a whispered heart.

The remaining three people did not reply, their faces were unlovable, a touch of weakness appeared on their faces, they swept around, looked at the corpses on the ground, and Long Liang who was already dead, there was nothing else but a wry smile.

The wind is surging.

Yanjing, with the help of the east wind in Yiqu, killed thousands of people, amidst the panic and fear of the four tribes, one tribe and the three tribes, the wind fell.

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