Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 548 545. The first appearance of Lord Red Devil

  "Boom"

  The detonation of the trace anti-matter bomb created an energy shock wave in the ruins of the Qianxing Tower, blasting the entire ruins at the foot of Shan Qiuming to shatter.

  The body refiner holding a sword and humming a song was empty under his feet, but his body immediately reacted.

   Stepped on by a wave of spiritual power, so that he did not plant one end, but the last ruin before him completely collapsed, like a demolition site that was torn down and rebuilt.

"Dry!"

  Lao Shan turned around and cursed:

  "What are you two **** doing? What should I do if I crushed that young boy to death? My revenge, can I have a snack?"

  The body refiner will have a hot heart.

  Since the eldest sister Shan Qiuli was bullied by this slutty, he has been holding back a lot of energy.

   There are only two of him left in the mountain family, and he is still bullied by others.

  The feeling of being unable to take revenge is like a file, frustrating back and forth in Lao Shan's heart.

   is almost a demon.

  He has seen Fang Qingyun.

  That little **** is going to get up from a pile of rubble in disgrace.

  It's okay, okay, it didn't crush him.

  A smile floated on Shan Qiuming’s face. He moved his left wrist with the sword clasped and dropped to the ground for a moment, then lifted his left foot and slammed it to the ground.

  The violent violent burst of the body that originated from the tempered body blasted into the ground, and was then delicately manipulated by Lao Shan, like an impact ring, pushing outward from the ground centered on him.

  Smashed all the ruined walls within thirty feet, and in the strong wind followed by brute force, completely cleared the surrounding area, artificially creating a stage-like battle area.

  It's finally time for revenge, so it must be a little ritual.

   "I don't remember I provoke you?"

Over there, Fang Qingyun folded his arms, gathered his spiritual power, shielded himself, and struggled to offset the huge wind force in front of him. After the surroundings were cleared, he put down his palm and saw the mountain that was dragging his sword towards him. Tyumen.

  This young boy is not afraid.

  In the past, he has also seen big scenes.

  He looked at the tattered red robe on his body, raised his head and shouted towards Shan Qiuming:

  "Remind Ben Shao, who are you here for?"

   "I am evil repair."

  Lao Shan stretched out his thumb, pointed at himself, proud to say his new identity, and replied with a smile:

   "Evil repair kills, why do you need a reason?"

   "Most evil cultivators kill people for reasons, fellow daoists. They are just evil cultivators, not lunatics."

  Fang Qingyun said in a weird tone:

  "Besides, Ben rarely encounters those evil cultivators, but he will not put the name of evil cultivator on his lips. This is not something to be proud of. You must be looking for Ben Shao's bad luck for a certain woman.

  Is Ben Shao slept with your wife? Still robbed you of your childhood sweetheart? This is much less done. If you don’t tell me, I’m an unjust man who died.

   Just do it. "

"Yes?"

  Lao Shan rubbed his chin and said:

   "This Xiu didn't have much contact with evil cultivation. You can see through the origins. This is really troublesome. It seems that you have to cut your tongue first, then break the soul, and finally castrate you."

  In this weird dialogue, Shan Qiuming seems to have had enough.

  He moved his neck and exerted force under his feet, but the bricks and stones were not shattered. That violent way has now been mastered by Lao Shan, sending and receiving freely, and the destructive power is even more tyrannical between gatherings.

   didn't need any secret method of shrinking the ground, let alone the Spirit Breaking Curse, he pushed the body with brute force, disappeared in an instant, and appeared like a flicker in front of Fang Qingyun's body.

  The burning epee in his hand did not see the big opening and closing, so he stabs straight and straight, without leaking a bit of strength, smooth like a swordfish that separates the water, and quietly stabs towards Fang Qingyun's body.

  The sword is silent, even more murderous.

  Young Master Fang's protection with spiritual power is like paper in front of this blade, and it will shatter if it touches it.

   But there was a strange flash in this guy's eyes, and it seemed that he was carrying a certain expectation. Not only did he not step back, but instead rushed to face the sword of Laoshan.

   "clang clang clang clang"

  Four crisp sounds rang between Shan Qiuming’s sword and Fang Shaoye’s heart.

  The four moiré swords with slightly different details are opened from four directions and overlapped in one place in front of the murderous intention.

The four sword auras of the same origin are superimposed on the blade, blocking the edge of Laoshan’s assassination sword at the intersection of the four swords, and in the high-speed vibration of the blade, superimposed on the assassination sword of the body refiner. Brute force elimination.

   is like a sword pierced into a quagmire.

  The further forward, the more scattered the strength.

   "Get in the way!"

  A deep disappointment flashed in the eyes of Fang Qingyun who wanted to die.

  How many times have this happened!

  Every time he got into trouble, provokes revenge from the monk, and is about to die, these four nasty ghosts who are responsible for protecting him will always appear just right and save his dog's life.

  Too annoying!

  Can't make a mistake, let Ben Shao die easily?

  Alas, the person in front of him looked fierce, but facing Yunyue's four spirit swords, it is estimated that it will be difficult to win the battle tonight.

  People in the world say that finding death is easy and difficult to live, but it turns over when you get to yourself.

"what!"

  At the moment when Young Master Fang was extremely disappointed, the old mountain's tongue burst into thunder, his sword style was blocked, and he was unable to assassinate, so he immediately abandoned his sword without using it.

  The body is as flexible as an ape, stepping forward, making a fist with his left hand, hitting a heavy cannon, going straight for a moment, letting the force explode, and blasting at the intersection of the four swords.

  Dragons and tigers roared with strength, heavier than ten times, opened the annoying four swords in an instant.

  In the surprised eyes of Young Master Fang, he gripped a claw with his right hand, shaped like lightning, and slapped Fang Qingyun’s chest with one claw. In an instant, blood was splashing, and Young Master Fang’s thin and tall body was torn apart by this claw.

   also used the body refiner’s spiritual shattering art, which spiritual power to add to the body, and what magical treasure to support, all of them are useless.

   "Puff"

  Fang Qingyun was slumped to the ground by a paw, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out, smearing that pretty handsome face like a clown mask.

"It hurts!!!"

  He clutched the torn wound, rolled on the ground, howling in pain, and shouting to Shan Qiuming, who was dripping blood from his fingers:

  "Quick! Add another claw and kill Ben Shao! Hahaha, Ben Shao has caused trouble. After waiting for ten years, I finally waited for you. You are Ben Shao hit the nemesis, and you want to take Ben Shao apart.

Great.

come! "

  Faced with this invitation, Lao Shan happily stepped forward, with a move with his left hand, the rusty sword fell into his hand, not much, just toss it, and there was a blazing flame.

   Blocked the four sword slaves rushing around for a few points, and then raised his left foot, like a warhammer.

  Fang Qingyun’s legs were crushed in the smashing blood and bones that made people sour, and it was almost into meat, and the blood was shed everywhere like a waterfall.

   Under normal circumstances, the spiritual body of the cultivator of the gods has been established, even if it is far less powerful than the body of the body refiner, it is not vulnerable to this point.

  This kind of tenderness, at first glance, is the realm of forcibly lifting with the elixir of Lingbao. It is used to catch fish and pull out seedlings to promote growth, resulting in the cultivation of the Dharma body, which is also the most inferior.

  It's okay to bully a minor repair. If you really encounter a fight in the same situation, you will be cut apart within a few rounds.

  And this kind of tofu dregs repairing the gods is often the favorite opponent of those tyrannical little monks who want to leapfrog and become famous.

   "It hurts."

  Fang Qingyun's legs were crushed, and his whole body trembled in pain. This group of people fell into a pool of blood, and there were pieces of meat thrown out by his broken body.

  It looked like a pig in a slaughterhouse waiting to be slaughtered.

  His eyes were bloodshot, which was obviously painful to the extreme, but there was still a twisted smile on his twitching cheeks, and he didn't seem to regard the immediate pain as a torture.

   "Good job, move faster!"

  He said hoarsely:

  "Before the eighteen spirit sword immortals under the old immortal came, kill me. The group of sword slaves must have set off now, and with the speed of the imperial sword, I am afraid Zhuxiang will arrive.

Come.

   Quickly punch me in the head. "

   "I'm busy, I'm not free, let's suffer more!"

  Lao Shan also wanted to make a punch at this time, but he was being entangled by the four sword slaves who had surrendered their lives. These four guys were probably specially sent by Fang Lun to protect Young Master Fang.

   Its sword moves are weird, and it doesn’t see how strong it kills.

But a combination of the four spirit swords from the same origin can dissolve the brute force of Laoshan, play like three feet around the fingers, open the sword net, and between you come and me, a mountain Qiuming is forced to be trapped in it. .

  It looks like a small insect falling into the spider web, and it can’t hurt.

  But it is not so easy to break the entanglement sword move.

  Lao Shan struck forward a few punches, and he would be resolved if he hits hard, knowing that these four sword slaves are also difficult opponents.

  One by one, the breath is not strong, and it looks like it is somewhere between Cunzhen and Cultivation, but together, it can trap opponents whose cultivation base is much higher than theirs.

  But they have tricks, isn’t Laoshan not?

  In the next moment, the martial arts of God rises, sacrificing themselves!

  As soon as he started, he sacrificed his life for six points, which instantly doubled Laoshan's strength and speed. The blood lingering around his body was blessed with supernatural powers that could pollute spiritual things with blood qi.

  While the angry dragon turned over again, and the tiger roared in the discoloration of the world, he slammed forward with both hands, and a set of deadly sonic punches was finished in one breath.

"Snapped"

  Lao Shan's expressionless acceptance, took a step forward.

  The whole body is like a sea of ​​clouds, and the figures of the four sword slaves who are circling freely explode at the same time, like a self-explosive bomb hidden in the body, in the Laoshan kill, its blood and bones are shattered and exploded, like a cat.

  Only four tragic blood bones hit the ground.

  The four spirit swords that lost their sword slaves also clanged in a pool of blood.

   "My name is Red Devil, but Xihai Xiexiu."

  Shan Qiuming squatted down and looked at Fang Qingyun, who was waiting for death with his eyes closed. He stretched out his finger and pointed it on Fang Qingyun’s blood-stained forehead, and said:

   "If you want to die and understand, that book will fulfill your wish. Do you still remember Shan Qiuli from Tongtianfang?"

   "Ha! It turned out to be this."

  Young Master Fang grinned and said:

  "I knew that the fairy who provoked Tongtianfang would definitely not end well. This young man was a bet. That Qiuli fairy was indeed a beauty, and even rarer to be gentle and gentle, she was a good match.

  It's a pity that this young man is not worthy of her.

  If there is an afterlife, Ben Shao will definitely learn from those gentlemen and be a good person, and then go there and wait for fairies to stay with him and live a happy life. "

   "No, no, you got it wrong."

  Laoshan's fingers moved slightly, pressing down on Fang Qingyun's forehead, the movements looked gentle, but they were actually blessed with brute force, causing the fingertips to penetrate into the flesh and blood and touch the skull.

  "I hate Shan Qiuli. She always likes to point me to my affairs, and always wants to pose as a elder sister to teach me.

  This person, like you, is also a bad person.

  I also did a lot of absurd things when I was young.

  But you remembered it for me!

  In this world, only I can bully the pesky Shan Qiuli, and others dare to extend a finger to her, I will never let them go. "

   "Puff"

  Body refiners move their fingers like a gun.

  During the movement of his wrist, he broke into the spirit bone with his finger, and the head of Fang Qingyun exploded. The red and white were scattered everywhere, polluting a large area of ​​ground behind him.

  But tofu dregs cultivates the **** realm, and also cultivates the **** realm. The primordial spirit has been born, and the moment the body is destroyed, Fang Qingyun’s primordial spirit escaped from the sea of ​​knowledge of the gods.

  According to reason, this meeting should activate the secret technique to send the soul to a safe place.

  But Young Master Fang just didn't take the usual path, and the soul didn't walk away. He just stayed in place so stupidly, waiting for Lao Shan to capture it, and then complete the real frustration.

   "Really sensible."

  Shan Qiuming grinned, took out a blood-red jade seal from Na Ring, and slammed it against Young Master Fang’s primordial spirit, and incorporated it into it, obliterating the spiritual consciousness.

  This process takes some time, mainly because the body refiner does not practice spells, and lacks the ability to attack the soul.

   must use this magic weapon to do it.

"you!"

  Completing his revenge, Lao Shan stood up in a comfortable suit, took a cigar for himself, and shouted to Dong Xiaorou who was supported by Su beside him:

  "Your master sent. Cough cough, please ask me Lord Red Devil to rescue you, but that person is a big badass, do you know? Remember to stay away from him in the future. Don't look at me as an evil cultivator who does no evil.

  But your master is a hundred times worse than me. "

  (End of this chapter)