Chapter 598: Hate the confusion

The people there were all ugly, all fierce and wicked, and their bodies showed a variety of terrifying shapes. From the first day he entered there, he was forced to start brutal training at the age of two. However, he did not have a trace of complaints because he had the blood and instinct to kill God in pursuit of power and fighting, and because the most in the soul Pure hatred, he wants to become stronger, to get revenge, to kill all humans who want to exterminate his Bai family.
From then on, only sword training and sleeping were left in his life. Gradually, this pathological cruel training became his habit. Sometimes, he even waved the epee in his hand continuously for days and nights, until he stopped eating. Tired collapsed into a coma, he was like a crazy machine, and it just lasted for twenty years.
In addition to cruel training, his world is blank. Because of this, in his twenties, his strength actually surpassed Huaxia's strongest sword god.
The only warmth was the tears on her face every time before he was unconscious.
She is his sister ... but his world is destined to be free of fetters and concerns, otherwise, he cannot be a real killer.
They are all a group of lunatics, a group of inhuman lunatics. They tried every means to improve him with more brutal training methods. Because only when he becomes stronger, he has the ability to break the enchantment that only humans can break, and they can leave this place that is always dark.
As for the charm rain, they have always been indifferent, never instructing her to do anything, never talking to her, and letting her do anything, as if she did not exist at all. Although they are lunatics, they are definitely not fools. They know that only the existence of Charm Rain can make Hengtian not really collapse in the inhuman torture.
If it was a person of no value, would they allow her to exist.
A year ago, he heard the call of Huang Quan at the end, so he went out there and came to the world of samsara. The people there also seemed to see hope. After he had gained enough power, they came back and destroyed the seal. They would help him to avenge him and kill the world.
Slaughtering the world ... It was a simple hatred of a two-year-old child, and it was this hatred that accompanied him for two decades. But, when he grows up, will he really achieve the crazy slaughter world?
In the world of reincarnation, he got the doomsday Huang Quan, the god-killing weapon connected to his bloodline, which can follow him in and out of the two worlds. In the reincarnation world, he kills people every day, but he knows that everyone he kills is not really dead, that kind of killing is not really killing.
But why can't he do the real killing, and can only use this false killing to vent his confusion in this world.
It was because she was always by her side, or because of her deep-seated belief for twenty years.
After walking out of there, he began to touch the world. Originally, he thought it was a world full of wicked people and ugly faces, but gradually, he discovered that he was wrong, and what he saw was more of that kind of warm harmony, and in those twenty years, it was only in her The smile I've seen on my face.
In contrast, the cruel world he has lived for twenty years is the real darkness, the real ugliness and the extinction of humanity.
Slowly, he fell in love with this world and did not want to think about the hellish past anymore, and in the subtle way, he gradually began to have various complex feelings instead of a single hatred.
The killing knives never really fell. And that dark place, he never went back once, even began to forget their existence, forget the "mission" they gave themselves.
Losing his goal, he became more and more confused, wondering where to go and what to do.
One day, he finally had a new goal-that is Shura.
Killing God is powerful, addictive, and belligerent. He wants to lose but does not allow himself to fail. For the first time with Shura, he lost. He fought at the Huaxia Wudou Conference for the second time, but he still lost with the last trick. In the real world, he met him again-he had been training cruelly for more than 20 years, and he held Huang Quan in the end ... still defeated.
So he became his target. The arrogance of killing God does not allow him to fail. Either this world or the real world.
But what should I do after defeating him? Why did you appear here? What is the meaning of one's survival?
In confusion, his eyes lost focus and footsteps, and the sound of stepping on the ground was heavier than once.
Xiao Tian, ​​sitting on the grass, tilted his eyes, and suddenly stood up after seeing hate sky.
When he stood up, he would also wake up from the confusion, see Xiao Tian, ​​hate Tian eyes slightly, because this is the man who broke the barrier of killing God at the Huaxia Martial Arts Convention, and ended up with him.
He is very strong.
Therefore, hate sky evokes Huangquan in the end, and the desire to kill is ignited in his eyes. However, his attention was quickly diverted, as he met a pair of dead eyes.
There is a natural dispersal around Killing God's body, which makes people fearlessly kill, and Death is the killing gas that can eat people's lives. The collision of killing gas and killing gas, they all smell dangerous smell from each other.
With a turn of hate body, the point of the sword pointed at Yang Aotian, and the release was as fierce and murderous as Yang Aotian.
Xiao Tian, ​​ready to fight, can't wait to stab hate with a sword ... Seeing a guy who is thinking differently, he looks down on you, Grandpa Xiao! !!
Xiao Tian sat back on the grass, looking forward to the battle between the of death and the of death. He wanted to see their true power, and he wanted to know where the gap between himself and them was.
One is a profession of killing gods, one is a profession of death, one is cold-blooded, one is dead-hearted, one has a super-artifact doomsday Huang Quan, and one has a super-artifact causal reincarnation. The two seem completely different, but in coordination, they have amazing similarities. Office.
Facing the murderous spirit of hate, Yang Aotian glanced at him lightly, still sitting calmly, like a weathered corpse. Around his body, the green grass that had been devoured by life was easily blown off by the wind and followed the wind.
Hetian held the sword with both hands, and his body suddenly jumped. One of the most common jumps was on Yang Aotian. The contact between the sword and the body came with a strange "bang".
Yang Aotian remained motionless and said blandly, "I only kill those who should be killed."
He only kills those he hates, those who block him, his power, just for revenge.
That indifferent tone, unharmed gesture, the grey injury figures all let Hujitian frown tightly, he snorted coldly, raised his hands, the blood on Huangquan suddenly rose in the last day, and then chopped it down.
This time, Yang Aotian finally moved, the dark figure shifted three feet like a ghost, and Huang Quan slashed on the ground fiercely in the last day, and the turf rushed around.
Hatred reclaimed Huangquan at the end and snorted again: "I don't fight against people who have no war intention."
He turned indifferently and headed for the East. Mei Yu glanced at the mysterious death and followed behind him. She has been following him so inseparably, allowing him to slowly wipe out the suffocation and hatred in her heart, and then accept the world.
She is bitter and tired, but has no complaints.
"Aotian, it seems you are not afraid of attack." Xiao Tian patted his and stood up and said. From his dodging just now, he vaguely realized something, but unfortunately a wonderful battle could not be staged.
"Afraid of fire, afraid of light, afraid of life." Yang Aotian murmured.
"I know this, what about the attack?" Xiao Tian paused and asked suddenly, "What is the upper limit of the attack you can withstand?"
"One hundred thousand!"
"Oh ... In other words, unless you can do more than 100,000 injuries at a time, you can't hurt you at all?" Xiao Tian said a little bit.
"Yes!"
"What if it's over 100,000? Will it hang up?"
Perhaps 100,000 is the upper limit of the damage that his body can carry. Above 100,000, his body will be lost, or he will be unable to carry and be killed.
"will not!"
Xiao Tian's eyes glared, "Will you?"
"It will drop," Yang Aotian said coldly.
Although the death at this time is the identity of the player, it still will not really die ~ EbookFREE.me ~ When he is emptied like a normal player, he will also drop the level, but he will not die.
"Oh ... this is the case." Xiao Tian finally got a little psychological balance. Although he is still an impossible "deity", he did not go against the sky to the point of breaking the balance.
He is a small bug in this world ... but the first condition to become a small bug is death.
Shura is a super big bug! His presence has completely reduced all other players.
Yang Aotian stood up, and the eyes of the of death looked at the West deeply.
"Are you thinking about going to Simon's house again?" Xiao Tian said. Looking at his expression and eyes, he knew what he was thinking, and he might not think about anything other than Simon's house.
Yang Aotian nodded slightly.
Xiao Tian shook his head and comforted and said, "Trust me, I understand your mood. That egg is 10,000 times cheaper for him. However, you should know the background of Simon's family to a certain extent. The things involved in this family are too It is too complicated, and even affects the economic lifeline of Huaxia to a certain extent. After all, the boss is from the Dragon family. If you go this way, no matter what the result, it is likely to cause a lot of trouble to the Dragon family. So, still When the boss comes back, he will not let you down. "
Yang Aotian did not refute, but nodded slowly. The person who can suspend his revenge may be the only one in the world. Because he saved him, his sister, and even his strength today, he may not be able to pay off his kindness in this life, so he will never do anything that may be against him.
At this time, their "boss" was lying comfortably in the arms of the little fairy, closing her eyes and calculating the time silently.
He must attend the World Martial Arts Convention.