Deng Jiuling didn't know the mud bodhisattva, but knew that in the Mo family, there was a very powerful fortune teller who intended to harm him.
When I went to Putuo Island for the first time and met Professor Sun Junyisun, Deng Jiuling even passed the mud bodhisattva and missed it.
This time, in the dark, the two met again.
Eyes facing each other, calcium carbide sparks.
The mud bodhisattva actually didn't know Deng Jiuling, but he had received news from the boss of the Mo family about Deng Jiuling's murder in the Mo family.
Whether Deng Jiuling is powerful or not, in fact, the mud bodhisattva doesn't care about it.
but…
Back then, the mud bodhisattva encountered a life-and-death crisis. If it were not for the help of the "South Sea Sword God" Mo Gucheng, the mud bodhisattva died decades ago.
This grace must be reported!
For this reason, the mud bodhisattva even wanted to kill Deng Jiuling at the expense of reversing the way of heaven.
Unfortunately, because of Professor Sun Junyi's intervention, the mud bodhisattva's journey against the sky was finally rendered invisible.
But the mud bodhisattva is not reconciled!
Even if Jinlin turns into Kunpeng, the mud bodhisattva is still unwilling!
"The Hundred Years of the Mo Family's catastrophe is indeed impossible to resolve, but this catastrophe can cause disasters." The mud bodhisattva said with a ferocious look: "As long as this catastrophe is transferred to the Jing family, the Mo family will survive the catastrophe!"
And Deng Jiuling was standing in front of him, the last boulder!
kill!
Only when Deng Jiuling goes to death, can he vent the mud bodhisattva and the monstrous resentment in his heart!
"Smelly boy, although the old man is not sure, whether you are the Mohist who wants to kill the person!"
but!
The mud bodhisattva's eyes were cold and cruel: "No matter who you are, today the old man will kill you to prove the truth!"
This is the mud bodhisattva's self-confidence!
Even if you, Deng Jiuling, can kill thousands of people in one go, what can you do
Xia Yuan still has an army of more than 270,000 people. Have you finished killing
not to mention…
In the eyes of the mud bodhisattva, Deng Jiuling had released the evil spirit of the wolf-fang sword, and it could not last forever.
"Kill!" Xia Yuan looked gloomy and waved his hand.
Boom!
Immediately there were thousands of warriors, under the protection of the shield hand, moving forward continuously.
boom! boom! ... Boom!
Ten thousand soldiers stepped at the same time, and even the earth trembled.
"No, sir is in danger!" Jing Fu, the housekeeper, looked shocked.
"How about... Let's save Mr.?" Pavilion Master Jingtai drew out the long sword, his eyes firm.
"Dad, forget it, we are all seriously injured. Hurrying to heal the injury is the kingly way, don't let the boss back." Jingtian hurriedly persuaded.
"The evil spirit in Langya Broadsword is gone, how can the sir continue to be brilliant?" Pavilion Master Jingtai looked worried.
If Deng Jiuling falls, that person from the Jing family will be cut off from Xia Yuan.
Such a result, neither the master of Jingtai nor any high-ranking member of the Jing family could accept it!
"Could it be that my Jing family is really going to be destroyed today?"
"Hey, although Mr. Mask is strong, he has only one person, but Xia Jiajun still has 270,000!"
Suddenly, desperation continued to spread among the senior leaders of the Jing family.
"Smelly boy, there is a shield formation to guard this time, this general depends on how crazy you are!" Gululu took a sip of white wine, Xia Yuan looked stubborn.
Deng Jiuling slashed thousands of people with a single knife. Although the evil spirit is no longer there, the true energy is still there, which is still shocking.
In order to prevent any accidents, the soldiers learned well this time, let the shield soldiers move forward first, and the sword soldiers hide behind, attacking from the gap between the shields.
These shields are all forged with special alloys, fire-proof and explosion-proof, and can withstand bullet attacks.
boom! boom! ... Boom!
But in a moment, Deng Jiuling was surrounded by densely packed shield players.
"kill!"
drink!
Drink it!
Countless soldiers roared at the same time, Sen Han got out of her sheath, frantically through the cracks in the shield, launching a thunderous attack on Deng Jiuling.
One sword, two swords,... hundreds of thousands of swords!
The dense knives intertwined, bursting out in the blizzard of murderous intent!
kill! kill! kill! kill! kill! kill!
The soldiers wielded their knives frantically, panting with exhaustion, but still did not dare to stop.
Deng Jiuling, it's terrible!
Deng Jiuling slashed a thousand people with the first stab and 10,000 with the second stab. The soldiers said they were not afraid, that was naturally false.
Now that there is a chance to kill Deng Jiuling, the soldiers naturally cannot take it lightly.
"Stop!" I don't know how long it took, and with Xiahou's loud shout, the soldiers began to retreat.
"Great, that killer god is finally dead!"
"It's so cool, I just stabbed more than a hundred knives in one breath, and my arm was sore."
The soldiers panted and wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads, but their faces were filled with excited smiles.
To the fighters, Deng Jiuling is like the rebirth of the overlord Xiang Yu, which contains power like a demon.
Xiang Yu was invincible at the time, but was eventually destroyed by Liu Bang and had to slay himself.
Today, even if you are strong in Deng Jiuling, can you compare with Bawang Xiang Yu
Oh!
What an international joke!
however…
When the soldiers backed away, they found the place where the dust had dispersed, standing with a young figure dragging a big knife and slowly moving forward.
This person is indeed—Deng Jiuling!
Just now the soldiers kept swinging their swords, and Deng Jiuling hid in the book of life and death to recover his true energy, and he had long since returned to a state of heyday.
"This killing god, is it all right?"
"Run!"
Wow!
Without Xia Yuan’s order, these soldiers turned around and ran, one by one running faster than rabbits.
Nima, can you not run away
These soldiers swung their knives desperately to hide their fear of Deng Jiuling, exhausted their energy, and thought they had killed Deng Jiuling.
But unexpectedly...
Deng Jiuling, the evil star, has appeared again!
escape! escape! escape!
The rout of these fighters immediately made Xia Yuan's nose crooked, and he wanted to scold him, but there was no use for him.
"I am arrogant-Xiang! God! Laugh!"
Tear!
Deng Jiuling's eyes were cold, and the third knife that had been stored for a long time finally burst out!
Pull the knife!
cut!
Boom!
With a slash, blood is raining all over the sky!
Deng Jiuling launched the peerless light work of the vertical cloud ladder, and the lightning bolt of the Pentium appeared, and every time a knife fell, countless people's heads would fall.
Cang!
I don't know how long it took. When Deng Jiuling plunged the knife upside down to the ground, the ground was full of shattered shields.
A human head mountain appeared in front of everyone.
shocking!
The red blood, fused with the ice and snow, kept flowing down and gathered in the huge pit.
Kill 10,000 people!
Hum!
Deng Jiuling performed Ten Thousand Slash again, and everyone was shocked.
"Sir, so strong!"
"Great, my Jing family is saved!"
The senior members of the Jing family were all excited and excited.
Xia Yuan's face was gloomy, almost out of water.
The mud bodhisattva frowned tightly, and his old eyes were full of shock.
Deng Jiuling remained calm, his face was calm, dragging the knife, and moving on.
"Today I will kill Xia Yuan, and those who stand in my way-die!"
Cang!
Deng Jiuling's sword was cold, and the blade spattered sparks on the ground, adding a bit of horror.
Wherever he went, the crowd retreated.
Two hundred and sixty thousand people, no one dared to compete with Deng Jiuling
boom!
In this scene, Xia Yuan looked more and more gloomy, and his eyes almost burst into flames.
However, Xia Yuan was just defeated by Deng Jiuling and is now recovering. How dare he go heads-up
As for the group frame
Nima, Deng Jiuling used the power of one person to shake the 260,000 people back. Who will fight for it
"This general is owed to Xiahou's kindness, and he commanded the army 300,000, but now there are only 260,000 left?"
collapse!
At this moment, Xia Yuan's heart was broken.
If you had known that Deng Jiuling was so good, Xia Yuan would not have come.
Especially the wolf-toothed sword, why could it burst into such a huge power after it fell into the hands of Deng Jiuling
day!
Incredible!
However, when Xia Yuan's scalp was numb and he was hesitant to withdraw the army, the mud bodhisattva suddenly said, "Don't be afraid. It's just a paper tiger."
Although the Langya Broadsword is a weapon of the underworld, Deng Jiuling's continuous cutting of 20,000 people has made this sword temporarily unsustainable.
It's not that the Spike's sword can no longer be used, but that Deng Jiuling's true energy is insufficient, and he can no longer urge the real power of this sword.
"Flying Tigers, kill this general!" Xia Yuan gritted his teeth and roared.
Boom!
As soon as the voice fell, the earth rumbling.
The soldiers pushed away one after another, giving way to a big road.
In the distance, a group of warriors, wearing heavy steel armors, wielding meteor hammers, and riding iron horses, galloped forward.
"The Flying Tigers actually exist!" Pavilion Master Jingtai's pupils shrank, and fear appeared for the first time.
"It turns out that this is Xia Jiajun's trump card, and Xia Yuan's hiding is really deep enough!" Jing Fu gasped.
"Dad, are these fighters very powerful? I don't think it's too awesome, right?" Jingtian was a little dazed.
"You don't understand!" Pavilion Master Jingtai looked solemnly: "The fighters of the Flying Tigers are all masters of horizontal training. Their armors are specially forged and can withstand high temperatures and severe cold. They are almost invincible! "
Jiangbei Xiahou was so powerful that he had wiped out countless families in the past 50 years, and he was extremely powerful.
Xiahou martial arts is very high, but there are not many people who know this.
Because every time Xiahou, he would not personally make a move, but strategize and directly win a thousand miles!
Among them, the most elite trump card in Xiahou's hand is the Flying Tigers!
Over the past fifty years, Xiahou has been collecting giant beasts from all over the world and feeding them with the milk of wild beasts such as wolf milk and tiger milk.
These children, who ate raw meat, drank animal blood, and killed each other since childhood, were born to be killing machines.
They only receive one point of education, and that is-loyal to Xiahou!
This is a killing machine that was born for war and died for war, just like a humanoid beast!
Among them, the killing machine rising from drinking tiger milk is called the Flying Tigers!
All the fighters of the Flying Tigers are tigers in human skin. They don't practice any martial arts, but their bodies are as fierce as tigers.
When these warriors put on special armor and charge quickly on a fiery horse, the power of this meteor hammer is absolutely terrifying!
A fighter of the Flying Tigers, a meteor hammer falling, can make the truck scrapped.
Ten thousand Flying Tigers soldiers charge at the same time, enough to kill any 9th rank martial arts master!
Boom!
After the Jingtai Pavilion's prime time was over, the densely packed Flying Tigers fighters simultaneously threw out the meteor hammer in their hands.