: Five hundred fifty-four. Shame on face!

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Yang Ming stood holding the sword, the mysterious sword in his hand was evil, the lingering breath of killing turned into a thousand-meter-diameter killing domain, under the endless wave of blood, Yang Ming was like a sword killed from a sea of ​​blood , Majestic, do not look directly.
Under Yang Ming's mutant killing domain, the black and white impermanence's total attributes dropped by 30%. The only resistance in his heart was also penetrated by the psychological defense line under this majestic blood wave, and he knelt down without hesitation.
For the people of the killing capital, it is a normal thing to kneel down and beg for mercy and not die, just like drinking water and eating.
It's just that in the past, as the captain of the law enforcement team, Black and White Wuchang has always been the capital of murder with arrogant strength. Only he was the one who made people kneel and surrender. He had no idea of ​​kneeling and surrendering himself.
However, there is a big horror before life and death!
Only by living can we enjoy the glory and wealth, only by living can we enjoy the service of beauties, and only by living can we enjoy the worship of others.
The black and white impermanence had already lost the bone and dignity of Title Douluo from the moment he kneeled down to the King of Slaughter more than ten years ago. Now he is only planning to change to a master, and he can be confident.
Black and White Impermanence is very confident. With his 91-level Title Douluo strength, even if he arbitrarily seeks refuge in an external power, he can become a guest of the audience. He believes that with Yang Ming's eyesight, he will never waste his own top combat power. .
Quiet.
Silent silence.
Black and white impermanence's keen mental power, can feel a pair of scrutinizing eyes falling on him, those pair of indifferent pupils that seem to be high above the sky, like gods, seem to have the ability to see through the human heart, black and white impermanence feels like being stripped The poor worm of the clothes, all the secrets are exposed under these eyes.
Waiting is an extremely painful process.
Especially this process of facing and adjudicating one's own life is comparable to the most evil torture in the world.
Serum-like sweat continued to slide down from the forehead, cheeks, and nose tip, and within a short while, the black and white impermanent body was soaked.
However, the black and white impermanence waited bitterly, just like Meng Jiangnv waiting for the sad news that her husband was crushed to death in the Great Wall, the word "death" fell into his ears mightily.
"What? Death?"
The black and white impermanence eyes widened, it seemed that Yang Ming's decision was unbelievable.
You know, he is Titled Douluo, even if it is only the bottom of Titled Douluo, he is not the Chinese cabbage that can be seen everywhere!
However, Yang Ming did not give him much time to think.
A stunning sword light drew from his throat.
Head down.
With the unwillingness to die, black and white stared at Yang Ming with bitterness, his mouth opened slightly, as if cursing Yang Ming not to die.
From the neck of the neck, the spray of blood mist seemed to come alive and poured into the mysterious sword, adding several mysterious engravings to it. The pattern seemed to be a simplified version of the black and white impermanent face, as if it were used The pencil scribbled out a few strokes, but people who are not familiar with it really can't tell.
Yang Ming's face was cold.
Did not regret at all, killing this one who might become his subordinate.
Even if the bombing gang lacks high-end combat effectiveness.
But Yang Ming really looks down on people like black and white impermanence.
Looking up, his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate a long distance, to see the huge blood pool in the luxurious building, and the man on the throne beside the blood pool.
"King of Slaughter Old Pifu, your strongest dog was killed by me, won't you get out of me?"
It seems that because of Yang Ming's successive provocations, it finally stung the nerve of the King of Slaughter.
A blast of blood blasted into the sky, and under the erosion of the blood, within the closest 500 meters of the luxurious building, all the murderers, without exception, melted into a pool of blood like a candle melted into the sky. .
The extremely sweet and smell spreads between heaven and earth.
The perpetrators in the inner city of the city of slaughter ignored the horrible and scene just now, as if a devout believer saw the true of his faith descended to the earth, blood spit out in his pupils, and their expressions knelt on the ground feverishly, far away The ground worshipped the swift figure in the air.
"King of Slaughter, King of Slaughter, King of Slaughter..."
The shouting made these murderers hoarse their voices, but they didn't mean to stop at all.
In the voice of worship, the king of killing Yu Yan arrived.
It was a tall man, his whole body wrapped in a huge scarlet cloak.
A pale face, a pair of completely blood-red eyes, and his body slowly descending from the air, it seemed that he didn't need to be restricted by gravity at all. This was a higher-level spirit power application that only a part of Title Douluo could control.
Suspended in mid-air at a height of one meter from Yang Ming, the Slaughter King stopped his descent. He deliberately looked down at Yang Ming from the air, and the deep but sharp voice sounded:
"The new generation of killers, don't take your time!"
"Our previous contradiction was nothing more than a villain instigating separation. This is the reason why I ignored you before, but my refusal does not mean I am afraid of you!"
The corner of Yang Ming's mouth rose slightly, and one glance penetrated the essence of the King of Slaughter.
If he is the real Tang Chen, who can perfectly display the strength of Peerless Douluo, wherever he needs nonsense, he can kill himself with a single blow.
It's a pity that he is just a poor worm who has been boarded. He can't display his powerful strength. Once the fighting time is prolonged, there is even the possibility of Tang Chen regain control of his body, so the King of Slaughter can avoid it as much as possible. dispute.
Yang Ming picked up his finger at the King of Slaughter~EbookFREE.me~ and put on a very provocative posture, saying:
"If you say, I just want to get an inch, just want to pull shi on your head?"
The King of Slaughter's face sank.
He knew that he could never be kind today.
In the next instant, many mysterious blood patterns appeared on his pale skin, and a sword-like magic pattern appeared on his forehead. Behind him, a pair of huge blood-red wings spread out, both offensive and defensive. , Can be used as a two-sided shield.
Strangely, the Slaughter King didn't show any spirit ring, as if he was confident of his own strength.
But Yang Ming knew that the King of Slaughter didn't want to, but couldn't, because that would use Tang Chen's own strength.
The voice of the Slaughter King didn't have the slightest feeling that it belonged to human beings, only the endless cold and evil.
"Since you are shameless, you can just go to death, I will leave you a whole body, of course, it is a dry body!"