Slaughter the two men, the footsteps never stop, step by step towards the direction of the ghost crow. I can't help but have a boiling passion when I recall the scene of killing those two monks with amber in my mind. The murderous look on me is more intense, and with every step, the momentum is rising.
Comfortable! !
When fighting amber, Indra obviously felt that every inch of her body was constantly beating, emitting an unusually comfortable feeling, which was a kind of joy and blood, and seemed to be a natural nature. The desire for fighting, the deep yearning for the kind of fighting with swords and blood.
Fight. Keep fighting.
In the body of the king of beasts, the blood of fighting flows. The ancient demon's innate instinct to cultivate that kind of fighting is constantly stimulating his nerves. Made him emerge with a strong fighting spirit. A feeling of not spitting and wanting to move is constantly echoing in my chest.
In ancient times, almost all ancient demons practiced. For martial arts and combat skills, he has an immeasurable talent, and every battle is extremely passionate and passionate. That is the touch of strength, that is the contest between martial arts and martial arts. In contrast, that kind of fighting, in ancient times, was the most powerful means of demon race.
Legend has it that in ancient times, the powerful demon xiu. You can break the void and crush the stars with lighter skills at will. Pinch the sun and the moon. That earth-shattering avatar is simply a powerful expression.
Indra fought for a long time. Most of them rely on the seven deadly sins, the demon piano and even their own roaring sound waves to fight the enemy. Although they are strong, they lack the unique feeling of respecting the flesh and bloody real fighting. Feel the blood and the joy of fighting. Until today.
Only one knife went down, and when the two monks were killed, the blade was cutting across their bodies, and the pleasure in the flesh and blood could not be said.
This is the blood in a man's heart and his unique fighting spirit. This unspeakable mood has been echoing in his chest, making him feel like vomiting but unable to spit it out.
Raise your eyebrows. Sha Qi brow is permeated with. Cold and arrogant, extremely cold.
I can't help thinking of a song I saw in my last life.
"Man, when violence. Things and benevolence. Two don't stand. When a man kills, he will kill without mercy. Immortal career, all killing people.
I can't help but vomit a song. This is a killing song, this is a man's way. When he first saw this ballad, countless lofty sentiments sprang up in his heart, and his chest was full of blood, and he couldn't wait to be in the bloody battlefield of ancient times. Be a real man once.
As soon as this song came out, every time I spit out a word, the endless fighting spirit in my chest was like an extra box mouth, which burst through the body directly, and a feeling of being relaxed and free emerged from my whole body. The mind seems to have reached a sublimation at this moment. The fighting spirit of the body, every time you sing a word, will rise by one point. The pace at the foot is also moving forward rhythmically.
"Once upon a time, there were great people who were loyal to each other. You kill people and your body is as light as a feather. There are also heroic tyrants who kill people like hemp and gallop around the world, only boasting invulnerability. If you want to find this kind today, you will get a moon shadow in vain. "
"ouch!" .
Agitation, the whole person stepped into an indescribable situation without warning. Every step, the mind seems to start to change and sublimate in the song. Since the rebirth of this Zijin continent, all kinds of things have emerged in my mind; Immersed in that killing song. The whole person. Really start to slowly integrate into the world in which you live. Hu Bo's magic weapon is the core memorial of life. As soon as my mind is closed, I can't help roaring on the knife. Domineering in the knife is even more awe-inspiring
"Have you noticed, upright Confucian bees are immortal. From then on, China praised benevolence and righteousness. Once barbarians invaded the Central Plains, the literati cried like cowards. I want to learn ancient customs and revive my heroism. Fame is like dirt, and those who despise righteousness laugh at it. Wearing an iron sword, killing people in a rage. "
"Cut shares of drinking, laughing ghosts and gods. It takes ten weeks to kill an enemy thousands of miles away. Turn Zhu Tian naked, married. Go out by the west gate. Raise your head at dusk. God was tired and just wanted to sleep. The cry of fighting suddenly left his mother, who was sad but not sad. I have a history, and that person will never come back. Fighting between heaven and earth shocked the Yin court.
The song full of murder is constantly echoing in this barren wasteland and spreading to the distance. Somehow, the song seemed to touch the sky. The sky above Indra was extremely bloody. In the blood, there are countless golden horses and horses, the sound of killing.
Step by step. Singing with your mouth open scares ghosts and gods. The mind involuntarily enters an incredible situation, empty and bright, no, it is a kind of inexplicable sublimation. Indra's innate fighting spirit and murderous nature were completely aroused when she first killed people with amber. In this ancient and modern man's bloody killing song, it suddenly caused a kind of * * * sound, naturally immersed in that artistic conception.
In the wasteland of skeletons, it is the battlefield of ancient times. The killing ground is still in this wasteland. I don't know how many heroes were buried. As soon as the killing song came out, it spread on this wasteland, and there was a scene that no one could imagine, which led to Zangchuan; , I don't know how many Yingjie's * * * sounds. Vaguely, under the barren wasteland, a ghostly image of a young talent appeared. Jean valjean roared around Indra.
Crying like a ghost! !
These are all the spirits left by the supreme power that has fallen from ancient times. It should have been buried underground, but Indra sang a "killing song" on this wasteland, which surprised the ghosts and gods. The incomparable pride in the song made countless residual souls wake up from the ground. Constantly rushing out of the ground, around Indra.
But at this time, all the thoughts of Indra seem to be completely immersed in this song. I'm unaware of the outside world, just step by step.
"Three steps to kill a person, the heart stops. Thousands of waves of blood, thousands of mountains of corpses. A strong man goes out to war, tired of sleeping on enemy corpses. I will still kill people in my dreams. The smile reflects Su Hui. Daughter, don't ask, why is the man fierce? In ancient times, benevolence only harmed people, and morality was never true. Have you noticed that liger's prey is famous? Who has pity on this poor elk? The world has never been divided into strong and weak, even if it is reasonable, it is futile. Don't ask, men have their own ways.
"David tang! ! "
Countless souls seem to be immersed in the violent arrogance in the song, knocking on their weapons in succession, making countless killing sounds, setting off the song. That tragic breath. The echo over the wasteland. A more bizarre scene appeared, and the broken soul moved forward step by step with Indra's day and jumped into his body.
On his forehead, the purple tattoo of the king jumped wildly in an incalculable degree, and generate showed a bright purple divine light. Everyone is fascinated. Naturally rushed into the body, rushed into the king. Wang Wen's forehead slowly turned into a purple flame. Every time a soul rushes into his body, the momentum of his body rises involuntarily, and the breath emanating from him adds a kind of tragic killing.
"Man, when violence. Things and benevolence. Two don't stand. Men are killing each other, bold as bears and black as wolves. If you were born a man, you would kill him. Don't teach men to wrap women's hearts with their bodies. A man never reveals his shirt, but he laughs at his dead opponent. There are a hundred battlefields in the enemy's field, and I want weeds everywhere.
On the wasteland, Amityville is horrible. The whole day turned into a bloody sky.
"What's going on, how did this wasteland become like this? Oh, my God, these are all souls buried under the skeleton. How did they get out? Is there a born murderer? "
"Listen, everyone, this song, this song is good" is so overbearing. Who is singing? "
"Don't these are induced by singing. Who wrote this song? My blood is boiling and I want to kill someone with a knife.
Indra was not the only one in the wasteland at this time, but also a group of monks. The song echoed in the wasteland, and with the passage of time, the song became louder and louder, not only resounding through the wasteland. What's more, the whole Naman is constantly echoing and leaving. Everyone who hears this song "A Man's Walk" and this song "The Song of Killing", whether it's a human being, a demon, or even birds and animals that have not yet been born spiritually, can't help but feel a great sense of pride in their bodies.
At this time, in front of Indra Day. A group of monks in black were frightened and listened to the songs ringing in their ears with expressions of fear and doubt. Among them were men and women who fought alongside Indra. Almost all the monks in the wasteland gathered here.
"snapping! ! Bang! ! "
Pace calm, mouth still singing:
"Men don't tremble. There is a song for you: killing one is a crime, and Tu Wan is a hero. If you kill 1 million, you are a middle man. Xiongzhong Xiong Xiong, the Tao is different: He who sees through the name of benevolence and righteousness for thousands of years makes this life heroic. A good name doesn't like a bad name, and killing millions goes unpunished. It is better to scold me for not teaching than to teach 10 thousand people to hate each other. Looking at the world for thousands of years, where are heroes who don't kill people? "
"kill! Kill! Kill! ! "
The body is still moving forward, dragging amber, and countless souls are constantly centered on it. Crazy about him. This scene is bizarre to the extreme, that is, no matter how severe people see such a scene, they will scare their eyes on the spot.
The word murder came out, and the murderous look aroused rose directly to the sky, running through the sky, the earth, the sun and the month. The whole wasteland stirred violently.
The bones and soul-eating trees growing on the wasteland have strange roar and abnormal evil vision.
A killing song actually touched the whole wasteland and produced such earth-shattering and weeping changes.
Indra, who caused all this, is still immersed in that inexplicable artistic conception. I didn't know there would be such a change I don't know. What kind of change and future will this change bring to him?
"This song is Indra?"
The morning light of Baihua Valley suddenly changed on my face, and I suddenly stood up and looked at the barren wasteland in disbelief.
The way my boys walk makes me feel very excited, and I have a feeling of boiling blood. Demons are just beginning to really spread. Next, let's walk with the boys and ask for some tickets, any tickets @WS.
Chapter 236 Invincible
Indra is ugly every time. But the impression in my mind is so bad that I can't explain his voice. Listen to the songs that spread all over the city, which contain infinite men's blood, pride and violent murderous look. Raise the unparalleled fighting spirit in the world.
Even those ignorant animals who have not opened their spiritual wisdom can feel the blood rolling in the songs that run through ancient and modern times, and they can't help screaming and growling. Among the barbarians, one after another. Many docile animals can't help turning their eyes into blood red. The body exudes unprecedented violence.
The killing song in A Man's Walk is a way to do everything in the world. Killing one is a crime, Tu Wan is a man, and killing a million is a man. The song is full of killing, full of men's lofty sentiments, full of countless bloody. This is an eternal swan song. Throughout the ages, there has never been a song comparable to a person's walking.
Even in the calm heart of the morning, listening to this song, I can't help but feel the eternal pride in the song, and I can't help but have a desire to fight for it. In Na 'an, I have been depressed for countless years because of the life of the demon family in Na 'an. You can't throw it yourself.
In the calm heart lake, there are ripples in circles. Slowly, a figure appeared inside.
"Indra day can sing such a strange song. Well, it's really a wonderful work among demons. Not to mention the whole Zijin continent, even in the demon world, there has never been a demon. Unfortunately, "I gave birth to a monarch, and you gave birth to a concubine." "Suddenly stood up. Standing at the window, looking at the wasteland where the song came from, the self-light in my eyes seemed complicated.
There is a saying that, through the ages, a real hot-blooded man, full of pride, can most tempt a beautiful woman.
Listening to the heroic singing, there is no denying that there is a ripple in the morning light, and it feels a little tempted by Indra. However, it only calmed down in an instant. The ripples gradually disappeared, and my mind slowly recovered.
"bang bang! ! "
"roar! ! "
"ooh ! "
"wow! ! "
Just listening, under those strange songs that shake the past and the present. The monster beast kings in Na 'an abandoned themselves, roared loudly in succession, responded to songs, one by one, and then countless demon families howled. It resounded throughout Nanman. At this moment, Nanman was doomed to be an unsettled day. It is also an extraordinary beginning.
"Elder sister, the man in the song dynasty is the eldest brother. A real man is a real bully. Jules has decided that Big Brother will be Jules' idol forever. Singing is too exciting. " Zhu bird stands on the shoulder of the morning light, and her eyes are full of countless little stars.
"You, if you're right, there must be something big in the barren land." Chenxi said thoughtfully, "Unfortunately, I haven't taken that crucial step yet. I want to protect the noumenon and I can't leave the valley. Otherwise, I would have witnessed it. It will definitely make me feel something. However, your eldest brother can make such strange songs through the ages, and no one can see his achievements in the future. Maybe there may be another powerful one in our demon family. " After that, she looked at those empty eyes, which were unusually deep and contained a very complicated look.
"snapping! Bang! ! "
Indra is completely immersed in that nameless artistic conception at the moment, and his whole body exudes the same breath as the man in the song. Passionate fighting spirit, endless murder. Inspire the ghosts that have been silent for many years under the skeleton wasteland. These are all brave men who fell on the battlefield, and even at the last moment before they fell, they were still bleeding in the battle. Waving blood.
Killing and singing cause all ghosts to sing.
They are residual souls, and they can't be resurrected. Only the last trace of obsession with fighting and killing is left in my mind. It was unexpected at the time, but it was expected. These residual souls began to pour into Indra's body, and finally his obsession with killing and fighting was pinned on him.
If you are sober, such a move, such a pure killing of ghosts, not to mention thousands, even if it is only one or two thousand, can make Indra completely sink into endless killing, become a slave to killing, and even go crazy and lose his mind. As long as he meets any creature, he will not hesitate to destroy it.
But on the contrary, he was shocked by this ancient song. At that time, I entered an indescribable realm. Although more and more people come in with these spirits. The killing spirit and fighting spirit in me have climbed to a terrible situation that shocked the whole world. The sky is vast, forming a huge blood cloud. Violent murder, soaring into the sky, rushing out of the barbarians.
"Hum! ! "
However, in the strange vibrato that resounded through Naman, there seems to be a mysterious force rising from Naman, covering the whole Naman at once and killing the world.
The cloth was completely bound to prevent it from rushing out of the barbarians. Even if the spears are blossoming, there is no way to break free from the shackles of this mysterious force. It's amazing.
These, regardless of Indra's day, just kept moving forward, kept singing, and sang back and forth over and over again, and the blood of all the creatures who were eager to move was tense. Every step, I don't know how many souls rushed into his body. In a mysterious way, the purple king pattern on his forehead began to change dramatically.
Jumping constantly, like a flame. Same as the essence.
Every time a soul enters the body, his body seems to be getting taller in vain. Every step, the dead bones of the wasteland behind him began to turn into powder, forming a huge canyon.
"bang bang! ! "
At this moment, Indra is a fusion of countless souls, which is completely equivalent to a furious demon.
Finally, when the second time is over. Indra suddenly appeared in front of the monks.
These monks, their blood is boiling. Obviously influenced by singing skills. However, at the moment I saw Indra, I couldn't help feeling a deep fear in my eyes. Although I haven't started killing yet, I can drown all the monks in it in an instant because of Indra's endless killing breath.
At the moment of being submerged by the killing gas. In their minds, there are countless scenes of killing and thousands of spiritual bodies surrounding Indra.
"kill! Kill! Kill! ! "
Although Indra Tian is still in a state of unconsciousness, I don't know that the dog men and women I am looking for are among this group of monks, but the stimulation of murderous look in the body has an impulse to defeat the enemy without fighting in my mind, and the murderous look on my body is like essence. Form a terrible blood wave and roll endlessly. Mouth spit out three words in succession. With a wave of his hand, the tiger spirit
"David tang! ! "
At this moment, he is not alone, but has the power of countless souls who have fallen in this wasteland. This knife, murderous look and even fighting spirit rushed into the amber like a flood.
In the past six months, I have been practicing the basic knife technique continuously every day, and all my understanding of the knife has been poured into it.
Thousands of knife techniques emerge inexplicably in my mind, all of which are formed by the rapid combination of basic knife techniques. These knife methods kept flashing in my mind, constantly annihilated, constantly combined and formed, with this infinite fascination and murderous look all over the world, all gathered together, and the inexplicable artistic conception he lived in was all fused together, instantly forming a sublimation.
Suddenly formed an unimaginable terrible knife method.
"ah! ! ? "
Amber swung a knife at the monks. This knife swung out, and suddenly, I saw the wasteland under amber shaking wildly, and countless bones fell in front of amber, and amber completely turned into countless red powders. From the amber blade, a terrible knife awn broke out, and the golden knife light penetrated the world. Through the void.
At the same time, there are countless ghosts and gods. All these ghosts and gods waved combat knives, instantly covering Fiona Fang thyme. These ghosts and gods are nothing, waving combat knives, which are the simplest, but they are all kinds of chopping moves in the basic knife method, which are straightforward and simple, but can be used on knives. But it seems to contain the trajectory of heaven and earth. Every knife was cut out on the spot, and the void in front of it was broken.
Each demon uses different moves and different angles. One knife, one knife, covering all the spaces in Fiona Fang.
This knife, not a simple martial art, actually made the gods and demons dance together, stunned the world and made the sun and the moon dull. With the power of ghosts and gods.
"ah! ! , get up! ! "
At present, this group of monks have been robbed by chinese odyssey's murderous look. Look at this earth-shattering knife again. It's really like a knife. However, when any life is forced to die, even rabbits will jump up and bite people, let alone monks. I don't know who it is. Woke up all the monks.
I waved the ghosting image without hesitation, and all the ghosting images burst into strange light, including seven pieces, flying in mid-air, strangely merging together in the light, but on the ghosting image, a strange and incomplete corner appeared. It is incomplete.
"Gaga! ! "
The ghosting appears. There was a creepy cry in the picture, which made people feel cold. In the sound, they saw the skeleton kings as big as giants coming out. A * * * has seven bodies, each with a different weapon. My eyes trembled violently when I saw countless ghosts coming down from the sky.
"Gaga! ! "
At the same time, there was a terrible roar. Here we go. Made a very speechless move,