Zhui Xu

The nights of the three days are hot and hot, the torch burns, and everything in the yard is stunned. The dust that collapses in the corridor is still rising. There is a figure struggling to climb out of a rubble, and it must be messy, with blood on the head. The dust was mixed together, looked around, stood unsteadily, and sat down in a rubble. [No-window novel network] This is a half-life of the Wozhou Dahaotian Weishan. He wiped his eyes and looked at the figure that lost the soul.

"Crazy Tiger" Wang Niantu climbed up from the rear.

Thirty years ago, there were a number of masters on the rivers and lakes. Over the years, he was also a strong player in the Daguangming teaching. Even in the face of Lin Zongwu, he has never been like this today.

"Hey, come back."

He looked at the other's back and said.

"the wicked……"

Lin Chong swayed to the opposite side of Tan Lu, with blood in his eyes. During the sway of the fire, Wang Nantu came up and grabbed his shoulder and prevented him from moving.

"I hate your whole family!"

The dull voice was a word, the previous loss, the "mad tiger" has also moved the real anger, his tiger claws such as steel tongs will buckle the other side, the front Lin rushed to struggle, the distance between the two suddenly opened and shrunk Recently, in the blink of an eye, I didn’t know how the body swayed a few times, and the fists of each other slammed together, dull and thunderous. Wang Nanda's claws changed his eyes several times. He only felt that the shoulders and arm muscles, such as elephants, such as giant pythons, were to be bounced off in his struggle. He was immersed in tiger claws for many years, one claw. Going down is the stone must be caught in the lower half, at this time, it is faintly unable to grasp the other side.

In a blink of an eye, I made a few moments and made a few fights. Wang Niantu tore the sleeves of Lin Chong, and a head smashed into the past. A loud bang rang, and Wang Nanda was a head lice, and the other side avoided. Sinking and slamming his shoulders, Wang Nanda's "ah" slammed his elbows and slammed his arms and slammed into the sea. After Wang Nantu retired two steps, Lin Chong was also stunned. The surrounding spectators had not regained their anger. Wang Nantuo slammed the tiger's claws and swooped. The tiger claws slammed into the other's chest, and Lin Chong’s blow The punch was also blown up from the side.

The crazy offensive between each other, the boxing, the claws torn, the elbows, the knees, the legs and the legs, the screaming between the legs and the whip, and then stopped in the attack of the other side, the sound of the explosion The teeth are sore, and the two people in the middle of the courtyard are all full of blood. In the fight, several disciples of Tian Weishan can't escape, or they want to help the king to help, and they haven't seen it yet. Be clear, the beggars are opened, flying like a gourd, and after stopping, the mouth can't get up again.

They followed by Tian Weishan. For the great masters such as Wang Nantuo, they usually felt as powerful as the gods. At this time, they were shocked. I don’t know who the fallen man is, what happened to him. . Does he have such a skill, is there anything that is not going well?

On the side of the courtyard, Tan Lu was able to see his heart slamming, and Wang Niantuo blocked the other side without hesitation, and his feet began to recede toward the rear. Not far away, Lin Zongwu stood in the fire, naturally knowing the actions of Tan Lu at this time, but only a slight glimpse, did not speak. There are also big Guangming teaching methods that are shocked and fascinating, and the martial arts of the man is whispered in a low voice, but after all, there is no way to see the rules.

Lin Zongwu shouldered his hands and said: "In the past few years, the Central Plains has been swaying, and it is not surprising that people in the middle of the world have their own opportunities. It is not surprising that this man’s heart is lost, but there is a dead end between the gestures. It’s awful... It’s weird, this big master, you really haven’t seen it before.”

Tian Weishan has been wandering from the side, just shaking his head: "Not local."

At the end of the field of vision, the figures of the two collided together. Wang Nantuo grabbed the other side and stepped over the other side. Lin Chong’s body was downside down. There was no rule, and this time it was difficult to pull the king. Tuo turned around and slammed into the head of Wang Nanda, and the body rolled out and slammed into the shelf of the weapon on the corner of the courtyard. Wang Nantuo hit the pillar on the back, blood stains on his forehead, and the man on the other side stood up on the shelf. He screamed and slammed his feet, and he crossed the foot in a few steps. The distance, the shape is like a chariot, the distance is close, and the punch is punched.

The other hand held a gun obliquely in the hand, and his eyes were still looking for the lost Tan Road in the yard. Looking back, his eyes were empty, anxious, and desolate, and the pistol waved weakly.

"The way he took the gun is not right..." On this side, Lin Zongwu was whispering, and the voice slammed, and he widened his eyes.

"Be careful -" Lin Zongwu’s voice slammed out, and the force of the internal force was pushed to the Quartet. At this moment, Wang Nantuo has already felt that it is not appropriate. The long gun in front is like a dragon dance. However, the next moment, the feeling is like an illusion. The other side is just a twisted gun, and it looks like it is not standard. His rushing did not stop, his right fist swayed the gun body, and the left fist had to rush straight into the middle of the road, killing the explosion.

In this kind of impact, his arms and fists are hard like iron, and the other party takes one of the most common rifles, but only when he is smashed, he has to break into two. However, the feeling of the right fist is not right. When he realized this moment, his body had already flew to the side. The blood was all over the sky, the right fist had broken open, and the **** road spread under the ribs. He didn't smash the gun, and the tip of the gun was worn along his fist.

Stepping on the ground, the bluestone bursting toward the front, Wang Nanda stopped his body and tried to retreat.

Moon stick knife for a lifetime of guns, the gun is the king of the hundred soldiers, the biggest road is also the most difficult to practice, only because of a line of gunshots, all the damage is on that edge, as long as the front line is a little closer, the distance is close, the gun The strength of the body is not big. Even though the masters of the masters can turn into decay, these truths are the same. However, at that moment, Wang Nanda did not know how he was stabbed in front. His body ran wildly, and his feet stopped with a violent force. The splashing bluestone fragments also played a role in blocking the other side. In the gravel that flew up, the opposite man held a gun in both hands and stabbed it.

The simplest Zhongping gun, gunbing a line, seems to be powerless, the tip of the gun is like to **** Wang Diantuo, the distance is like an illusion, Wang Nanda is sinking in the heart, watching the guns Chest in and wear the back and come out... Suddenly, there was a hurricane.

"Who are you!" Lin Zongwu's snoring was like a thunderstorm. He broke into Wang Diantuo's body. His huge body waved his arms like a demon, trying to break the other's gun. The other party had already taken the gun back and stabbed it. Lin Zongwu once again swayed, the gun tip was closed, and stabbed... In a flash, three times, Lin Zongwu also took three times. Others only saw him flying in the air, dust and gravel splashing, Lin Zongwu’s left hand The robe sleeves touched the sky and the butterflies fluttered. Lin Chong’s gun was broken, standing there and looking around.

Lin Zongwu is like a mountain. Standing there, the next sentence says: "What is the relationship with Zhou Wei?" When I heard the name, everyone was shocked. Only the man was close to his lips. Looking for his enemies in the field, but finally can not find it. He had a broken half of the gun in his hand, and lost his soul. The next moment, everyone saw his body violent, and the half of the gun slammed down Lin Zongwu’s head: "The wicked -"

"Good--" the two violent screams almost slammed together and pushed around, followed by Lin Zongwu's countless sawdust that opened with his hands and blocked the gun. Lin Zongwu has been invincible for a long time in the world. However, this man’s head is almost insulting. Everyone sees his heart pounding. Then he sees Lin Zongwu kicking the lonely man.

The body flew over the courtyard, slammed into the ground, rolled again, and then fell...

......

Suddenly, it is the mountain temple in the snow, the confusion behind the Liangshan Mountain, and the swords that have been kicked by Zhou Wei’s feet are four hearts and minds...

Lin Chong has not practiced a gun. Since he was overwhelmed by Zhou Hao, he has stopped practicing the guns. Over the years, he has blamed himself and guilty. He knows that he should not pick up Master’s martial arts and filthy. His reputation, but when he dreams back at midnight, he will remember it by chance.

Those moves will not be played.

He feels like this.

I forgot the gun, forgot the past, forgot what I used to do, and focused on everything in front of me. Lin Chong told himself that this kind of peace of mind is his own forgotten. However, those who are hiding in the bottom of my heart can forget it. When I saw Xu Jinhua’s fall in the blood, the bottom of his heart was not even angry, but the feeling was finally like this. Over the years, he has been with him all the time. In the bottom of my heart, I fear these things. In every moment of breathing, Lin Chong, who used to live, is alive in the shadows. He is stunned, self-sufficient, angry and guilty...

For Tian Weishan and others, what I saw this night was just a sorrowful person. For Lin Chong of this matter, the front is full of people.

Where there are people, there are rules, and one person can’t resist them. How can a small teacher fight against sorghum? How can a sent prisoner fight against those adults? How can people not fall into the grass? His body fell, rolled up again, knocked down rows of weapons, and his eyes turned, but there were countless figures. Just like Xu Jinhua’s corpse, countless hands were holding him behind his back.

"Do not fight..."

"Everything is the same..."

"The emperor is a dog..."

"You can accept the money and you can live very well..."

In the past few years, so many hands have been pulled behind him...

The dog's bones are rolling, like many years ago, he rolled into the darkness from the small yard where Zhou Wei is. There was no Zhou here. He rolled to the wall and stood up again. The mouth showed an arc of tears or laughs. He held five or six weapons in his hand and rushed forward to the nearest person.

......

Tian Weishan and others stared at the man in Lin Zongwu's foot and stood up like nothing. He took a pile of things and rushed over. He took the knife and gun in his arms to the nearest big light education method. The other person's eyes are round, I want to laugh, and I am afraid.

"Your mother... this is..."

No big master will hold a bunch of long and short things like a village husband, but this person's martial arts is terrible. Feng Qihe, the guardian of Daguangmingjia, subconsciously stepped back two steps, and the weapons fell on the ground. Lin Zongwu flew from the other side of the yard: "You dare -"

The gun stabbed a line, and the clumsy rifle broke into the crowd. Feng Qihe suddenly felt the gun tip in front of him become terrible. It was like a crack in an avalanche. He opened the earth silently, and his throat was already pierced. Next to a rudder master Jing Zhonglin grabbed it, and the arm brushed up the sky, but Lin Chong suddenly changed a knife and smashed the past. Then the biggest figure rushed over, Lin Chong waved his knife and smashed it out. The two men collided together and slammed into each other. Lin Chong’s steel knife was broken into five or six pieces. Lin Zongwu’s fist hit and Lin Chong’s body was bullied. Then, he also responded with a fist, and made a few hands, vomiting blood and retreating. At this time, Feng Qihe was still turning his throat, and a long gun was worn on his throat. Lin Chong reached out and pulled it up with the rifle.

The gun screamed and slammed the door, and even Lin Zongwu couldn’t help but step back and take a step. Lin Chong took a rifle and smashed like a broom. The gun tip always stopped at a critical time. Lin Zongwu stepped back a few steps and suddenly approached. The bang on the gun, the ordinary gun of the wood broke and shattered. Lin Chong’s hand was still in the position of holding the gun. The bat was thrown over with a rifle. Sharp, hit Lin Zongwu, Lin Zongwu both hands to unload the force, the whole body was knocked out by Lin Chong hard and took a step, then Lin Chong took the opportunity to fall out.

He has a large body, although in actual combat, he has been suppressed by Lu Hongti or some others, but the internal force and the self-confidence are truly unparalleled in the world, but at this moment, the other side of the gun into the martial arts, actually hit him front. Retired, Lin Zongwu’s heart was also amazed. When he fell to the other side, he wanted to put a heavy hand, but the other side of the body was eccentric and drifting, and the homeopathic flies out. Lin Zongwu regretted it and turned to chase the past. Tian Weishan, who was standing in the distance, looked at it. When the man fell on his side and wanted to kick a kick, he was turned into a gun by the other party, and the four fingers were inserted into his thigh.

The blood is sticky and smelly, the thigh is the blood, and Tian Weishan yells that he can't live: "kill him! Kill him-"

Lin Zongwu rushed up: "Get out of the way--" the sad eyes of the two also greeted him.

Shot a line.

For many years, Lin Chong no longer practiced guns, but how can he not think about it, so he has the shadow of a gun when he holds chopsticks, the shadow of a gun when holding firewood, and the gun when holding a knife. Shadow, there is also the shadow of the gun when holding the bench. The decade of the wall has broken, so at this moment, people are facing the most bitter gun in the world.

This gun is eccentric, humble and self-sufficient. It has removed all the faces and appearances. For more than ten years, it has been trembled and afraid to move. Only at this moment, its only remaining edge is dissolved. All things.

In the first time to get the gun ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Lin Chong knows that he will not shoot, and even the shelf is not good.

If you don't shoot, you will be killed, but what does it matter? At this moment, he only wants to rush to everyone in front of him.

The most powerful figure rushed over to him, so he rushed over, no matter whether he had a gun or a gun, he just wanted to hit it.

The shadow of the crowd, the horrible yard, the crazy man opened his mouth, his face and mouth are bloodshot, as if yelling loudly to the first person in the world today.

There is no sound, and the masters of the two masters are madly playing together.

Someone tried to rush up with a knife. Some people ran away in the horror. Some people hesitated to get in by the fight, then flew out and didn't breathe. After a while, Lin Chong took Lin Zongwu and knocked down the wall of one side. Tian Weishan fell to the ground, blood flowed out of his thighs, flowed to the ground, and finally died. Some of the disciples in the martial arts want to teach to Daguangming, and they still stay here, and many of them have fled in horror... Outside of Wuzhou City, Tan Lu ran wildly on horses and rushed to escape to Qi’s news. ......

The night is still, the chaos and the heat are filled with the city of Vaud.