Chapter 1176: angry!

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Wan Dong frowned, touched his nose, and said a little uncomfortably, "Senior, although you are a senior, you can't just scold others. [Pass \\ 说] /"
"Curse? Do you know that if I'm not happy, there will be a blood flow in a moment!" Then, a snowstorm-like murderous explosion erupted on the man's body, making Wan Dong's mind burst into a rage. Since his debut, the strong guys of all colors have indeed seen a lot. It may be so outrageous, but it is unique.
This kind of murderousness never comes from cultivation, but it is absolutely real, accumulating bit by bit from the killing. This person's blood flow is definitely not a bragging!
"But you kid is very interesting, I won't kill you for the time being. You continue to say, what else do you hear from my flute?"
The man's slightly frowned eyebrows spread, and the murderous flare on his body instantly vanished.
Wan Dong's body suddenly lightened, and his mind secretly thought, this person was really terrible, and the power he realized from the true meaning of Yun was almost useless in front of him.
After a pause, Wan Dong went on to say, "In addition to the joy of the predecessor's flute, there seems to be hidden sorrow and even contradiction like a thick fog. You both look forward to seeing your sweetheart to meet you, But for some reason, she didn't want her to come. There was a lot of entanglement in it, like a mess ... "
"Enough, don't say it anymore!" Before the Wandong dialect was finished, the man suddenly waved his hand and shouted sharply.
Wan Dong also knew that he must have poke into his sore spot and shut his mouth consciously.
After a moment of silence, the man's anger seemed to subside, and he turned to look at Wan Dong and said, "You are smarter and sharper than I imagined. I even doubt if you understand mind reading!"
"Seniors have won the prize! The mind-reading thing is illusory, and the juniors naturally have no chance to learn. But then again, the senior's flute is the voice of the heart. When I read this flute, I also read the heart of the senior.
"That's right! Xiao Xiao is the heart's voice! By the way, how is your injury?" The man asked, turning the subject.
Wan Dong hurriedly saluted him and said, "Thank you, juniors, thank seniors for healing and saving lives!"
The man waved his hand and smiled, "You don't have to thank me! I've hit your injury, and it's reasonable for me to come to cure."
"What !?" Wan Dong's heart immediately shivered, looking up at him in surprise. "You ... are you the Assassin who wanted to kill Mutong at the Lin Family?"
The man did not shy away. When he even nodded, he said, "Yes! I prepared a full hour before I shot, but I didn't expect it to be destroyed by you in the end."
"You ... why do you want to assassinate Mu Tong?" Wan Dong couldn't help but ask in horror.
"Being ordered to act!"
"Being ordered to act?" Wan Dong was taken aback again, and couldn't think of it. Who could have such a great ability to give him orders.
The man seemed to have infinite sadness about this, his face was bleak for a while, and there was helplessness hidden between his eyebrows.
"Then ... what about Mu Tong?" Wan Dong suddenly thought, asking nervously and anxiously in his voice.
"Hehe ... what do you say?" The man said with a smile.
"You killed her ?!" Wan Donghun went up and down like he was wrapped in ice, and the cold shone through his whole body.
When Mulian talked to him about Mu Tong, he was full of love inside and out, showing how important Mu Tong is to Mulian. Wan Dong has even seen the scene of Mu Lin crying for Mu Tong's grief, and his heart hurt.
"She is my task, of course she is going to die!"
The man didn't seem to understand Wan Dong's mood at this time, and he made an understatement, as if Mu Tong was just a cat, a dog, a weed, her life and death were meaningless.
Wan Dong's heart couldn't help rising with a touch of anger. All his previous feelings towards this person disappeared without a trace. Even if this person is smart and handsome, no matter how high it is, it is just a murderer who does not blink. Why do people like this make people feel good?
"You shouldn't kill her!" Wan Dong's eyes were slightly reddened, and a trace of murderousness came straight out of him.
"Maybe, but I have killed her."
"So, your death time is up!" Wan Dong's expression suddenly sharpened, his wrists flicked, and the reincarnation sword flew out of the storage ring with the soaring cold awn, and fell into Wan Dong's hands.
"This sword is ... you really are that person!" When he saw the samsara sword, the man's expression was obviously revived, and he exclaimed involuntarily in his mouth.
It was just that Wan Dong didn't even pay attention to it at this moment, and with a blast, the reincarnation sword suddenly swayed, the blood was slaughtered for thousands of miles, and the smoke disappeared, and it came out of the sword front in one. The two mighty swords almost merged together, turning into a dreaded sword-like awn, a mighty, vigorous rush towards the man.
Not far away, the sea of ​​clouds seemed to be affected by Wan Dong's sword qi. He actually rolled up a cloud of sky out of thin air. From a distance, he looked like a giant dragon flying in the sea of ​​clouds.
Wan Dong knew in his heart that this person was definitely the peerless man he had encountered in his life, and he did not dare to keep his hands at all. With this sword, he exerted 12% of his strength.
"You are not the attacking force that a pinnacle of earth wheels can exert. Of your peers, you can indeed be proud of yourself. But to me, Lu Youlong is still far away!" Lu Youlong laughed loudly, as if his figure was born Standing like a root, he was standing still, his left hand behind his back, and only his right hand was raised. The right arm trembles slightly, a mottled palm that is more than ten feet thick, and immediately sprays out through the palm of the hand. It brings a sound like a crying wolf and a horror from the sky and earth.
Wan Dong's feelings are not wrong. Lu Youlong is already a strong man who has reached the peak of Shinto Realm. Wan Dong's swordmand is completely vulnerable to him in front of him. Just listening to the loud noise, the sword energy released by Wan Dong burst into the air and burst, even Lu Youlong's clothing corner failed to set off.
Although Wan Dong had expected it, he was still taken aback. At this moment, Lu Youlong's five fingers on his right hand were abrupt, and he was full of vigour, blasting at Wan Dong. In surprise, Wan Dong hurriedly crossed the reincarnation sword to resist.
For a time, the chest seemed to be smashed with a heavy hammer, and the uncontrollable back of the foot burst back and forth, and there was a burst of blood at the chest, even breathing became a luxury. His face was flushed with redness in an instant, and it tasted once. He felt it once, and no one wanted to come again.
"puff!"
After taking more than ten steps back and forth, only a mouthful of blood spurted out, but Wan Dong couldn't take care of it.
"Understand now, in front of me, you don't even have the slightest chance."
"Not seen!" Wan Dong stood up with his teeth clenched, holding the samsara tighter.
Lu Youlong chuckled and said, "Your unyielding will is indeed admirable, but sometimes, the will cannot change anything."
"Your words are too much! Look at the sword!" Waiting for Lu Youlong's words to land, Wan Dong's feet shook, and the whole person immediately merged into the wind.
Thousands of miles of blood slaughtered, the smoke disappeared, and the sword of reincarnation, but Lu Youlong could n’t help but Wan Dong knew that he had no chance of fighting hard with Lu Youlong. At present, he can only rely on it. Too.
"Huh?" Lu Youlong was obviously surprised, and his brow furrowed slightly.
Even if it is a monk who is at the top of the heavenly grid, Wandong is confident of fighting against the true march, but at this time he is facing the strongest person at the peak of the Shinto realm, and he has no heart in his heart.
Can only hold his breath desperately, hide his figure and breath, all hidden in the wind, quietly approaching Lu Youlong. And this process is a torment for anyone. Wandong and Lu Youlong are actually only more than ten feet apart, but in Wandong's eyes, it seems to be the end of the world. Every step forward is so difficult.
But when Wan Dong came only three feet away from Lu Youlong, Wan Dong found that he could no longer take a step forward. The square with Lu Youlong as the core is like being covered by a huge invisible hood. Even if Wandong stretches the true wind to the extreme, he can't break through. Because of this cover, there are no holes at all.
"Your body style is powerful, but before the absolute gap in cultivation, it is meaningless!" Lu Youlong shook his head and said indifferently.
"Is this a method that a Shinto Peak Realm should use, it's shameless!" Wan Dong couldn't break through several times and said bitterly.
"Hehe ... you think you are close to me, can you help me? Come and try it!"
As soon as Lu Youlong's laughter fell, the cover in front of Wan Dong disappeared without a trace. Nothing could stop Wandong, and Wandong came to Lu Youlong in one breath. Without any hesitation, Wan Dong immediately waved his reincarnation sword.
Jian Feng brought a sharp whistling sound and instantly passed through Lu Youlong's body, but the blood-splattered scene that Wan Dong had expected had never happened. It was just a residual image!
But why? At the moment when Wan Dong crossed his sword, he clearly saw Lu Youlong smiling at him, how could the residual image laugh?
But Wandong didn't have time to think about it. The direct consequence of Jianfeng's emptying was that Wandong had nowhere to work, and his body was staggering forward, driven by his huge inertia.
At this moment, a hand suddenly rested on his shoulder from behind him. Needless to say, it must have been Lu Youlong. Wan Dong turned his sword forward and thrust it backwards without thinking. But the result was the same as before, Jian Feng went empty again.
"I will not believe it!"
Repeatedly failed, arousing Wan Dong's anger, the true wind struck to the extreme, the samsara in his hand also seemed to be crazy, and continued to stab. One sword, ten swords, one hundred swords ... In the end, even Wan Dong himself can't remember how many swords he has stabbed Lu Youlong, but every time it is only a shadow, no exception ... : dad856
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