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Both life and death are the same, for the little devil, they are the same, because he can't stop it.
I don't want to stop it. The gods can't control it when they fight, and they are not qualified to control it.
No one can stop it, no one can stop it.
Who can stop the young samurai from going to death
nobody!
In other words, An He didn't take it seriously, and it was impossible to stop it.
The Fujun curled his brows, and there was ice and snow between his brows, "It suddenly became like this."
An He: "It's not a sudden."
Prolonged confrontation and conflict will break out completely. Everyone wants to kill the other party. It's endless and it's too annoying.
Ning Shu had completely turned into a bloody man, bloody, blood was leaking from every pore, and his clothes were rendered blood red with blood on his face.
Drops of blood rolled down from the cheeks like sweat.
The meridians in the body were torn, and the conflicting power in the body was constantly impacting, causing some damage. The surging power needed a breakthrough, as long as it was vented.
The uncle's face was covered with black stripes, blood-red eyes, and there was no human appearance, only indifference and murderous intent, and the fight against each other caused both sides to be injured, but they would not stop.
Ning Shu is the target that the uncle must be killed, especially since he seems to have lost consciousness now, then it must be a sword to kill.
Ning Shu not only wanted to keep herself alive, but also to punish Uncle Tai. In this case, whoever stopped would die.
More and more races gathered, standing in a safe position to watch the battle, no one rushed in, nor dared to rush in.
The whip shadow and sword shadow in the sky collided with great power, raging to annihilate everything, and the fool would rush up.
An He looked in one direction, and there was a strong bloody air drifting over there, and he saw the broad banner, the solemnity and murderousness of the army from a distance.
This feeling is too familiar. The army is here.
In the void, apart from their organization, there are other armies.
Such a neat and tidy team
An He squinted his eyes and looked at the approaching team. Too many races gathered, no matter what the purpose of these races gathering, it would be very unfavorable for them now.
The organization is too far away.
An He has already issued orders to the army officers below to gather more teams to avoid anything happening.
At least he must succeed in bringing the uncle back.
At this time, An He deeply knew how important it is to have a main system. Sang Liang would deploy personnel when such things happened, and the powerful people in the organization would come to the battle.
Now that Sang Liang didn't know his life or death, he could only mobilize people from the military side. As for the task force, there were some faction leaders who couldn't mobilize at all.
Can't figure out what is in Sang Liang's mind
Is your uncle's situation so bad? Is it necessary for him to use his death to open a way for the uncle
As the number of gatherings increased, their number was very small, helpless and pitiful.
Maybe he might also be folded here and can't go back.
If Tai Uncle wins and grabs what he needs, it's okay to say that if he loses, the price is really too great.
Is he looking forward to his uncle's win or is he looking forward to Ning Shu's victory, being kind to them and letting them go
An He feels ashamed and despicable for his inner thoughts, the despicableness of the weak.
With the huge team next to it doing this, it seems that their team is weak, helpless and pitiful.
The races in these teams are all different, but they coexist peacefully under the rule of one person.
An He looked at the man in the ancient robe, from which Wan Jun stood, standing on the highest point, and he could be seen as soon as he raised his eyes.
Awe-inspiring and full of domineering aura, it looks like a great Yazi, and the strength is estimated to be not weak.
Otherwise, how could so many different races belong to his commander
Where did this come up again.
An He is really helpless, this girl seems to have beaten his uncle.
So what does it mean to appear now
Want to take advantage of the fight between the clams and the clams to make the fisherman profit
It's too hard, it's really too hard...
An He felt very stressed, but couldn't do anything. He could only watch the situation become more and more complicated.
What's so special, isn't it okay to live well
Li Wen stood on the chariot, flicked his sleeve, looked up at the battle, couldn't help laughing, "Is it interesting?"
An He rolled his eyes, hehe in his heart.
As it reached the end, Ning Shu didn't dare to care about it at all, and had no chance to observe the surroundings, let alone knowing that there were many people watching.
Peerless martial arts provided her with a steady stream of strength, but it didn't seem to cause any harm to her uncle.
Ning Shu suppressed his inner irritability. The more at this time, the less irritable he should be. The more he must calm down and not make mistakes. Any mistake is the price of life.
Even if it was dragging, the uncle couldn't drag her. Now, how much energy can Law Hai provide for the uncle, certainly not much.
If she keeps dragging on like this, she will be able to drag the uncle to death, and if the uncle is anxious to end the battle, then there will be mistakes, and then he will be fatally blown.
Now the uncle is not only covered with black lines on his face, but also on the back of his hands. These lines are full of unknowns, like a curse engraved all over his body.
As long as it drags on, external forces and internal destructive forces can turn the tide of war.
Ning Shu stabilized her mood, her situation was very bad, and the enemy's situation was the same.
On the black sword, there are traces of wandering lines, and the black light on the sword peels off every inch, revealing the sharp sword body, which is sharp and dazzling, as if the seal has been lifted.
The sword power was astonishing, and the killing intent and coercion were like Mount Tai, Ning Shu's mouth was suffocated, but under the stimulation of this pressure, the power in the meridians became more and more surging and turbulent.
Fighting bravely, heart beating like thunder!
Regardless of everything, pay all to kill the enemy on the opposite side.
The law of calmness, the sea does not have a ripple, it is sticky, quiet, like stagnant water.
There are busy taskers around, and ants are generally busy building their nests.
There was a trace of wind blowing across the sea of Law, and there were ripples. The ripples were unobtrusive, but the ripples became bigger and bigger, setting off waves of waves.
There was no wind, and the waves got bigger and bigger, and the calm sea set off a monstrous black wave, bringing out a strong smell of decay.
"Run." The taskers were stunned as they watched the sudden eruption of the sea of law, and the thick black waves could slap their souls apart.
People who were as weak as ants immediately fled to the surroundings, and they might be swallowed by the sea of law if they ran slowly.
Fa Zhihai roared and neighed, as if an old man shouted and struggled with his last strength.
The power of surging roar is not something that these taskers can resist.
(End of this chapter)