MTL - Martial God-Chapter 47 The oriole is behind

He Yiming shot like a power, and a soft palm took the life of this gray man.

He was lightning fast this time, and there was no pressure in his heart. When the person was killed and the person was grayed out and the black towel on his head was taken down, he remembered that he had killed another person.

He smiled in his heart. Is this a life, a second time, and a mature experience?

However, in order to kill these robbers who want to kill themselves for the sake of self-defeating, He Yiming's heart is not a big burden, but a faint sense of excitement.

This is very different from the feeling he had when he killed Hu Bin. Maybe he is really used to killing.

Picking up the toes and taking the big knife that the man fell was in his hand. Although he did not learn a special knife method, the same type of Kaishan 36 can be converted into a knife method. If it is at a critical juncture, this martial art can definitely prevent God from killing God.

The footsteps are wrong and have entered the courtyard.

A pungent **** smell came to the fore, and the originally elegant and beautiful courtyard was now red with blood.

The four gray-faced masked savage knives were slashed toward the creatures of all activities, but in front of each of them, there were several Zhuang Ding’s entanglements. Each of their moves is extremely dangerous, and it seems that life and death are on the line.

At the moment, the hospital is now a floating body, and the old and the weak are all available.

But the battlefield that really determines the outcome is in the middle of the courtyard. The great man named the first is playing with Cheng Ningsheng.

They all know that this moment is the most important thing, and the learning of life has been unreserved.

For the first big man holding a big knife, the blade is cold and violent, and there is a thin red line on it. It seems to be full of blood, giving a strange feeling. Under his wielding, the sky is full of shining knives, reflecting the flames under the night sky, like a group of **** white clouds flying and dancing.

And Cheng Ningsheng, who was right with him, was old and strong. He had a cane in his hand. This crutches seemed to be black and unremarkable, but it was completely cast by steel and weighed eighty-six. jin.

Such a heavy crutches, under the widow of the old man, although there is no such dazzling dazzling, but the plain but also contains great power.

Both sides have exerted all the hard work, but in a moment, no one can get the other side.

When He Yiming was at a loss, he heard the head of the person burst into tears: "Stupid, grab the box."

A slight glimpse, He Yiming reacted, this person is talking to himself. He glanced at the ground and saw a red wooden raft on the ground outside the two men's battle groups.

When he saw this thing, He Yiming’s eyes were bright, and he certainly knew what it was. I immediately jumped over and easily took this thing into my hands.

His heart is full of sighs. Before coming here, I couldn’t think of how to get this thing so easily. Isn’t God even helping myself?

Cheng Ningsheng suddenly violently screamed, and he looked at He Yiming tightly, his face full of hustle and bustle. The crutches in the hand suddenly came out of the hand, with a fierce wind breaking, flying like a lightning to He Yiming.

If He Yiming is really the gray-faced masked man, at this moment, I am afraid that I can’t escape the cane sneak attack anyway. However, since he changed people at the moment, he immediately leaned down and rolled on the ground, smashing out like a civet cat, and flew out of the courtyard in the direction he came.

The crutches were inserted like lightning on the wall, and the enormous force allowed half of the crutches to pass through, and it trembled fiercely on the walls. It can be seen from this that the anger of Cheng Laozi’s anger is a powerful force.

Cheng Ningsheng screamed loudly, but the masked man behind him was laughing loudly, and a big knife made it fascinating, completely enveloping the body of Cheng Laozi.

After losing the joint blade, Cheng Ningsheng suddenly felt the pressure multiplier. He immediately understood that if he remembered the thousand-year-old blood ginseng, he would really die under this knives.

Over the years, Mr. Cheng has finally calmed down at the moment of life and death. He has exerted the same powerful fighting power between his palms and his dances. Although he can't pull back the disadvantages, he wants to kill him. It is also unlikely in a short time.

He Yiming took the mahogany scorpion and fled the courtyard quickly. However, when he came out, he heard someone screaming, and there was a strong internal force in front of him.

He has recognized this person in the corner of his eyes. This is the first master of the second generation of Chengjia. The inner strength is cultivated as Cheng Jiahui, who has reached the eighth peak.

As long as he looks at his clothes at the moment, he is full of wolverines, he knows that he is also hearing the movement here, thinking of the father and the millennium blood ginseng, so he will rush to come here.

He Yiming’s heart screamed that he was unlucky. If this person came late, he would have already left.

Faced with an eight-layered inner master, even if it is He Yiming, it is not afraid to have the slightest scorn. However, just as he raised his palm, his heart suddenly flashed through a strange idea of ​​blaming Jiangdong.

The fire in the body quickly ran up and climbed to the ninth level in an instant.

He Yiming raised his right palm, his palm has become bright red, just like a layer of red paint, it is faint and cold.

At the same time, a powerful hot wave of hot air spread from his palm, which is the special use of the fire power to the extreme, the full use of the essence of this practice.

Cheng Jiahui's face instantly became horrified. As the first person of Cheng's second generation, he only had to recognize the origin of this practice at a glance. And already judged, just relying on this power of the palm, I am afraid that it is not that he can resist.

But at this moment, he has already been riding a tiger, and there is no room for change.

A loud bang, He Yiming stood a little shaking in the original place, and then immediately flew out like an arrow from the string.

Cheng Jiahui's body flew out, and in the air he smashed two small trees with thick fists, flew over the valuable flowers and plants in the garden, and slammed into the thick soil walls of the courtyard.

However, when he saw that the gray man did not continue to chase, but instead of rushing away, the heart was relieved. However, after this change, let alone he has suffered internal injuries, even if it is as good as ever, there is no courage to continue to pursue.

I breathe a few times, and the burning feeling in my body is much better. Cheng Jiahui gritted his teeth and lifted his internal strength. He forced the injury down and quickly entered the inner court. As soon as he entered the inner court, his eyes were immediately red. However, his sinister gaze is far from being comparable to He Yiming.

He suddenly turned around and did not rush to the father's battle group, but flew to the four gray-faced people who had the upper hand. In front of a crazy eight-layer internal cultivator, the four cultivators with only five layers of internal strength did not have any resistance at all. However, it was a face-to-face, and was sent to the earthquake by Cheng Jiahui. .

In the midair, the four of them are already vomiting blood and die, and the dead can no longer die.

Later, Cheng Jiahui took a turn and came to the wall, struggling to pull out the iron fist of the old man. When he had done all this, his body shook a little, especially when the iron fist was pulled out too much, and the injury between the guilts could hardly be suppressed.

The headed hooded man suddenly snorted, the knife light turned and received, his feet were slightly forced, and it was already flying away. He came here to win the treasure, but not to destroy the Cheng family. The man has taken the treasure away, and of course he will not be entangled here again.

Master Cheng did not expect this change, but he watched this person go away, although there was endless grievances in his eyes, but the body was firmly in the same place, and there was no meaning to pursue.

A fierce shouting sound rang in Chengfu, and the gray clothes that murdered and set fire everywhere heard the sound, and immediately they sang a whistle, then turned and left.

They made boundless blood in the entire process, and they were prepared and attacked. It is not unusual to get such a result. www.novelbuddy.com~ And most of all, this group of people is obviously very familiar with this tactic. Once the leader has issued an order, no matter what they are doing, as long as they are still able to move, they will immediately leave without hesitation.

As for the people of Chengfu, it is already a heart-wrenching. Since these fierce gods have retired themselves, naturally no one dares to catch up.

These people did not stay in the county, but quickly gathered toward the west gate. When they came to the west gate, they immediately took the door.

With a nine-layered master inside the gray coat, sitting in the town, grabbing a small unguarded county gate from the inside is simply a hand-to-hand effort.

They left the county through the gate and immediately entered the mountains.

More than 50 people passed this battle and 11 people died. However, these people are all men with **** mouths, and although they look a little bleak, there is no one to say anything. When they set foot on this road, they already knew their final end.

After the head of the group summoned everyone, his gaze swept across everyone, his face changed dramatically, and it became more and more difficult to look.

The two people standing next to him, one person asked: "Qiu, what happened to you?"

The head of the person’s face was blue and green: “I have got the box, but I’m not here.”

Everyone suddenly and silently, if the iron sixth is to escape with the treasure, then waiting for him, will be endless pursuit.

After a long time, the fierce splattered in the eyes of the first person, from his mouth, cold, as if the sound of the teeth from the seams of the teeth rang out one word: "Give me a check..."

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