Chapter 373: Those who practice my common people, kill! (two)

"why?"
Ning Xuanyuan said these three words coldly.
Murderous wild.
Snapped!
It was another slap and slapped Jinfeng, feeling the brain shaking and the cracked skin. Jin Feng endured the pain in his body, and exclaimed, "Yes, I'm sorry, it was the old man's previous mistake."
Obviously, the chicken belly must be compared with each other, and the personal dignity cannot tolerate outsiders. Even if a word of blasphemy, in the end, they have to pretend to be a saint, stand on the moral high ground, and persuade others to be generous and tolerant? !
Slapped for a while.
Jin Feng's head was foggy, his hair was messy, and the explanation that Ning Xuanyuan wanted was still unable to give a reasonable answer.
Pei Xiaotian sat on the Grand Master's chair in a daze, and did not dare to say anything. This, should be him, the first close encounter with Ning Sheng in his lifetime?
Click!
Jin Feng's throat bone became tighter and tighter, and his pale cheeks had lost their blood.
Jin Yi, who had been arrogant before, was trembling with fright. At this time, where is the sharpness and spirit of the younger generation?
What frustrated him even more, and couldn't bear it, was that this guy who had just turned 30 and was between young and young was actually two years older than Ning Xuanyuan.
This……
boom!
Jin Feng, one of the elders of Huang Ting Taoist Temple, finally lost his voice. After Ning Xuanyuan lost one hand, he spread out his five fingers with one hand, and his breath was steady.
At this moment, the large numbers of powerful people on both sides of the substation were all clustered around Pei Xiaotian, while Ning Xuanyuan was standing seven or eight meters away from them.
Close at hand.
However, in their eyes, the detached and peerless Ning Xuanyuan had the illusion that he was unattainable and far away, and he was very unique and shocking.
The noisy and lively Wushu Association has been silent for too long.
People from all walks of life who watched the battle from a distance finally realized why the Wuxie Association suddenly fell silent after a brief period of doubt.
"Ning Sheng appeared."
"This guy really dared to die. The Wushu Association has stationed at least a few hundred powerful men above the five realms to round up him. Are you afraid that he won't come back?"
Alleys in the market.
Big wealthy family, ordinary people.
Almost all were attracted by this news, especially the many residents who were close to the Wuxie generation, all of them looked so seriously at the location of the Wuxie.
Countless vehicles passing by on both sides of the street stalled on the spot, and then heads one after another, poked out the windows, raising their eyebrows to see the sky.
This decisive battle, which has been spread for several months, is finally about to come to an end this fall. I don’t know, who will be the finale?
boom!
Just as tens of thousands of anxious eyes, silently watching the moment, came from above the 95-meter-high brilliant building of the Wuxi Wuxie, suddenly burst into a cluster of light.
The long sky of Zhanzhan is changing rapidly.
A sticky long strip of black shadow, like thick ink, swayed slowly above the Wuxie Association, like an immortal pen, using the sky as a piece of paper to paint freely.
"Huh? What do you think it is?"
"It seems that there is a real sight, manifested?"
This is unbelievable, it can be called a fairy handwriting. Before the sound of cold breath billowed one after another, countless people held their breath and were dumbfounded.
The luster of ink and wash reflects a thin, immature figure standing on the horizon, with his back facing the Wushu Association and the local residents of Yanjing.
A thin boy, about sixteen or seventeen years old, holding a sturdy war horse, bathing in the sunset, walking alone in silence.
Passing somewhere by the river.
A group of young companions about his age were half squatting in the river, laughing and playing while washing the yellow sand on their bodies. Those faces were full of youth and tiredness, and their eyes were clear, just in time.
Huh!
The strong wind blows, and the scene hanging on the horizon is like a sand painting, and the traces of it are erased in the blink of an eye.
Next second.
Huang Sha Lielie's lonely frontier, and the young man with his back to the sentient beings, walked alone in silence, and the tired companions who had previously met by the river hurried to the battlefield.
Then, he never came back alive again, at the age of sixteen or seven, he had not yet married, and had not yet met the only beloved girl in this life, and all died.
Full of blood, great youth, all stayed on the battlefield!
"So, it seems to be Ning Sheng's experience?"
"It turns out he joined the army when he was sixteen or seventeen."
Half of Yenching fell silent.
Countless local residents, demented, stared at the picture above the Wushu Association, with sad hearts and tears in their eyes. Those hot-blooded men who died on the battlefield had paid the most, but had the least chance to enjoy the beauty of the world.
The picture is still there, and the boy continues to lead the horse alone.
In the end, he grew up alive, his shoulders widened, his stature became stronger, towering like a mountain, and a cloud-like expanse, seeming to be able to carry heavier things.
Behind him, a little light began to light up.
In the beginning, there were few, but in the end, it was like the stars in the sky, filled with mountains and rivers and the earth. It was the lights of the homes of thousands of people on the earth, accompanied by the curling green smoke, accompanied by the barking of dogs and frogs, endlessly.
The picture began to blur. The young man became a big man. The warhorse who used to go to life and death together, but slowly limped, became ill, and couldn't walk anymore. The big day slowly went west, withered vines and old trees fainting, and heartbroken people in the world.
He is alone after all.
boom!
Along the way, he died too many robes.
One hundred thousand people have no words.
What did you do before the gate of long sleep?
At this moment, the national capital of Yanjing, no matter in front of the streets, outside the shops, or in the bustling and drunken business district in the past, no one screamed, no one was noisy, and all remained silent.
Taiping was originally a hero.
But where are all the heroes?
Ning Xuanyuan slowly opened his eyes in the Wuxie martial arts field, and then calmly clenched the open fingers into a fist, "Now you understand?"
Pei Xiaotian smiled miserably and looked sad.
The Wushu Association deceives the poor people, gives hope, never materializes it, and humiliates the army's basic and humble nature. It is a rotten street stuff that nobody wants.
As everyone knows, these two types of people, for Ning Xuanyuan, who was born in the military, the former are reborn parents, and the latter are brothers of life and death, neither can be deceived!
boom!
The fragmented scene resembling a fragment of time suddenly converged. As Ning Xuanyuan took a step, a thousand identical figures suddenly appeared in the sky.
One side of a thousand people.
Overlooking the Wuxie Association, panic and mighty, it seems to be above the world.
"Insult my life and death robe, kill!"
"Those who practice my common people, kill!"
"Whoever messes with the foundation of our country, kill!"
Ning Xuanyuan handed out a punch, and a thousand figures appeared behind him, simultaneously handing his punches, and finally gathered in the headquarters of the Wushu Association, a towering 95-meter-high building.
"This, this fucking, is the Twelve Realm Thousand Faces Tathagata!"
"Ning Sheng, is this terrifying already?"
Many spectators who had come to realize this problem later realized the problem, their hands and feet were directly cold, and the indestructible headquarters of the Wushu Association burst into the sky with sand at the top.
Punch through, earth-shattering.
This……
This horrified picture is like the end of the world, dilapidated rubble, rolling dust storm, quickly spread from the top, covering, a whole martial arts association.
"Ahem."
Pei Xiaotian swept across several steps, waiting to calm down, the corners of his mouth were full of blood, and countless bodies that had been shaken to death were already lying around, this...
"Cough cough, I probably guessed who you are." Pei Xiaotian weakly shook his head, with a sad smile. It turns out that you Ning Sheng has been in the military department and never left. Not only did you not leave, but also not long ago...
"Ning, Ning Shuai!"
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