Wuxia: Will the night master, the third Confucian saint is exposed

Chapter 16: Can a Master Killer Be Called Confucian? In front of the west wall, a thousand bones will wither

The Chen Zhileo in the picture is obviously not convincing enough.

Therefore, as soon as Wang Yangming spoke, he ushered in the hoarse response of countless readers around the world.

“That’s right, a reader has his own reader’s style!”

“We disdain to be complicit with the butcher!”

“If such a butcher can be called a Confucian saint, what are we to study hard for decades?”

For Chen Zhibao’s verbal criticism, the pen suddenly rose.

There was no response.

It’s just that in the golden list above the nine heavens, Chen Zhibao’s picture suddenly began to change.

Brilliant golden light and shadow fly by!

A new picture suddenly emerged.

……

The starry night is bright.

Beacons lit everywhere.

Chen Zhibao was born in the Great Military Camp of Western Liang.

That night, the stars hung high in the sky like a scorching sun, and it seemed that there was a Big Dipper.

One of the meteors suddenly appeared, murderous and red as blood.

It is for killing stars.

Kill the star volley, kill the god and descend!

Chen Zhibao, who was born in the Western Liang military camp, came into contact with countless blades as soon as he was born, and was quite interested in this.

When he was thirteen years old, he went into the mountains alone and studied under the Northland gun fairy Wang Xiu, who was the first in the world at that time.

After several years of cold and summer grinding, Wang Xiu has done his best.

The day he went down the mountain happened to be Wang Xiu’s sixtieth birthday.

That night, the mountain was brightly lit.

The golden hall was full of guests, toasting Wang Xiu cup after cup.

Half-drunk, a torrential rain suddenly fell on the mountain.

The frenzied rain poured down and suddenly enveloped the heavens and the earth.

In a trance, a white-clothed man with a spear walked in.

Wang Xiu looked at the return of Chen Zhibao, who should have gone down the mountain, and was still in doubt.

Chen Zhibao suddenly raised his gun and fell, and in an instant, he killed dozens of guests who came to celebrate his birthday.

Blood is everywhere.

Among them, there is also the junior sister who has always had feelings for Chen Zhibao, Wang Xiu’s only daughter, Wang Qingjun.

This girl, who was only fourteen years old, never left Chen Zhibao’s watery pupils until death.

Seeing her daughter die tragically at the hands of her apprentice, Wang Xiu fought Chen Zhibao in order to clean up the portal.

The two fought bloody for a night.

Finally, before dawn, only Chen Zhibao walked out, covered in scars and blood.

Nearly a hundred corpses in the hall, Chen Zhibao buried Wang Xiu and the two alone, and then burned the hall clean.

It rained all night, and there were no stars and moonlight in the sky, only endless inky colors dyeing the night sky.

In the darkness, the raging fire was not extinguished, but still boiling fiercely, until everything that happened that night was buried in the fire.

And Chen Zhibao also sat at the grave of Wang Xiu’s father and daughter for a whole day and night.

Leave before dawn the next day.

Outside the picture, everyone had already been unable to hide the monstrous anger in their hearts towards Chen Zhibao.

Wu Shu shook his head slightly.

“What a killing god who crawled out of the hell mansion.”

Between the eyebrows, there was disdain for such a murderer.

And the rest of the emperors are mostly an idea.

Although Chen Zhibao’s strength is high and invincible, his killing intent is too heavy.

Zhao Chun in Tai’an City said even more bluntly: “Chen Zhileo is definitely a suitable general at the time of the big war. ”

“But in the prosperous world, this kind of rampant killing intent is afraid that it will always become a tiger dormant on the side of the bed.”

And Kyushu Haojie is particularly invisible.

This is also what almost everyone thinks.

In the distance, the head of Wudi City.

Wang Xianzhi stared at the picture above the distance.

I couldn’t help but sigh slightly.

“At the age of sixteen or seventeen, he can kill Wang Xiu, and Chen Zhibao can be regarded as a martial arts wizard that is rare in a hundred years.”

“This is his technique, the murderous aura is too heavy, and the heart is like this, I am afraid that it will inevitably be a miser in the future.”

It’s just that how can such a person who kills a master be worthy of being called a Confucian saint? ”

“God is blind!”

For Chen Zhibao’s verbal criticism, there is an endless stream.

There is an irrepressible momentum.

At this time, above the sky, the picture turned.

The yellow sand flew and danced in an instant, arrogant.

In front of the West Wall, the Xu Zi King Banner of Western Liang and the Shu Ye Shuai Flag of Xishu are staggered.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers and armor caught and killed.

Countless heads were harvested by the cold light, wrapped in smoke and flames, rolled into the dust, and hot blood was splattered on the ground.

Shattered armor and broken bodies filled the barrier, and in a blink of an eye, I could only see countless arms, thighs, and even heads that I didn’t know who it was, being cut off one after another, stirring into a pool of disgusting minced meat.

Seven horizontal and eight vertical.

The remaining armor seemed to have red in their eyes, only killing in their eyes, and roared forward to kill one enemy army after another.

I was also killed one by one.

In the end, no one knew anyone, and whenever they saw someone, they would fight to the death and wield their swords.

Countless fallen bodies piled up outside the fortress, and the bodies were lit by beacons and filled with foul-smelling black smoke.

There is no one and there are floating corpses.

The stars are falling, and the wolf is in flames.

As far as the eye can see, nothing can be seen except dim yellow sand and red blood fire.

The boiling shouts and wails in the ears were entangled with the mournful wail, overwhelming.

Chen Zhibao stood on the West Barrier Pass, his eyes looking down, and the endless bloody battle came into his eyes.

The bloodstained face was expressionless.

At this time, Xu Xiao had already personally ended the battle and handed over the command of everything to Chen Zhibao.

Chen Zhibao took over the command and just said: “Death battle.” Retreater, kill! ”

Seeing that the situation on the battlefield had developed in an uncontrollable direction, Chen Zhibao waved his hand and called a general.

“Bring Ye Baikui’s wife and children to the front of the battle, tie them to the tail of the horse, and drag them to death.”

Ye Baiku is old and has a son, the husband and wife are loving, and their daughter is only four years old.

But Chen Zhibao’s tone was cold, and he seemed to tie a four-year-old child to a horse and drag him to death, just saying something very common.

In his eyes, life is nothing.

Finally, the scene of his wife and children being dragged to death alive in front of the battle caused Ye Baikui, the head of the four famous generals with the same name as Chen Zhibao, to be in chaos.

Unstoppable to launch an onslaught on Chen Zhibao!

In the end, he was personally killed by Chen Zhibao, cut alive into a human trunk, and his head was suspended above the city tower of the west wall.

But looking back, the 200,000 troops that Xiliang participated in the battle only had less than a thousand left.

It was a fierce battle.

After this battle, the state of Western Chu was destroyed.

The heroes of all parties in Kyushu watched the fierce battle on the screen, and no one spoke for a long time.

The war was far more brutal than they had imagined.

One will achieve ten thousand bones.

At this time, everyone had only one thought in their minds.

Whoever you provoke in the future, kill and don’t provoke Chen Zhibao.

This world-killing god is really a cold-blooded, ruthless and ruthless butcher.

But they didn’t notice.

The sunset pendant was on the edge of the city tower, and Chen Zhibao sat next to the corpse mountain that had almost been burned, drinking wine one by one.

His clear pupils like a sharp blade reflected the dusky sunset, and rarely revealed a little softness.