"who!?"
The captain drew his sword suddenly and looked to his side.
In the rain curtain.
Plain clothes and sleeves hanging down, and their hair and beard are all white.
The hunched body of the past is now straight, and the lowered eyelids are slowly lifting, revealing a face full of vicissitudes of time.
Within three feet, the rain dares not fall.
Take a step and settle down.
Although it is still not high.
But at this moment his figure was as thick as a mountain.
It's like a treasure knife that finally fades away the rust.
On this rainy night, the cold is bone-chilling.
Bi Fang, who was desperately dragging Qin Yin, fell into the mud and water with a clatter, and his head was raised in horror at the end of the alley.
Qin Yin only felt that the sigh seemed to be right in his ears.
He tried hard to open his eyes.
The white rain curtain hangs in the night sky, spreading into fog, and the figures stand apart, like a frozen statue.
"This is the important place for the city defense, who will come here!!"
The captain shouted again, and his spiritual power rushed all over his body.
The ten armored iron guards behind him even drew swords at the same time.
The way forward is blocked.
Hurry...
Nearly a hundred iron-armored soldiers stepped out of the eaves on both sides of the alley at the same time.
"I, Sun Wudao...come here to get a piece of wood."
Like an old man next door, like a street vendor, warm and mellow, and dull as if he were a family.
The figure on Zhongtie Satellite TV finally spoke.
However, the steps never stopped.
Neither hurry or slow.
With a hunched body, the road shortened by one step.
"There is no wood here! Old man, go further and it will be the time for you to be buried!"
The captain's voice was filled with the sound of gold and iron, and he held the knife in both hands and stepped out in one step.
However, the old man's eyes never fell on these iron armored city guards. His eyes were calm and distant, falling to the center of the alleyway, and landed on the young man who still refused to die on a rainy night and crawled hard.
"Looking for death! Yuliang Iron Guard - Kill!"
The captain stepped forward with a long sword raised, and the blade was cold.
The armored guards behind him advance like a wall.
The rain falls.
A drop of rain mixed with water curtain passed by the old man's eyes.
Round like jade beads.
Time is silent.
Sun Wudao's vigorous gaze finally fell on the raindrops at this moment.
Slightly close between your fingers.
Raise your hand and flick it gently.
Buzz...
The world is silent.
How powerful will a drop of rain spread into fog?
When the time of stillness finally continues slowly again.
The raindrops popped up at the fingertips collapsed into a vast white mist, like a surging river, and like a vast sea area. As the clouds rose and destroyed.
The mist brushed across the crowd, bringing up a bright red swamp.
Yuliang Iron Guard, wearing armor and swords, his posture was frozen in place.
Raise the knife to face each other.
Separation of flesh and blood.
Flush into bones and reveals the texture.
Like eleven perfect bone sculptures, lifelike.
The plain clothes and white beards were neither slow nor fast, and they passed by the eleven bone eagles with their hands behind their backs.
The rain was drizzling.
There was a dead silence in the entire alley.
There were hundreds of iron guards, but no one dared to move.
Even the courage to escape disappeared completely with the rising blood mist curtain at this moment.
Sun Wudao never looked at the soldiers from beginning to end.
Step down, stand still, lower your eyes, and there is no wave in the ancient well.
"The boy from the old Qin family."
The old voice is gone without the jokes of the past.
"Carpenter Sun..."
The last strength made Qin Yin look up and look at the swaying gaze.
The same face, but its momentum is as sharp as the gap between heaven and earth.
The former carpenter Sun turned out to be Sun Wudao.
It turns out that it is such a powerful man who can be destroyed by a bombing hand...
"I asked you, you are afraid of death." Sun Wudao's voice was neither sad nor happy, and there was still a calm expression on his face, and his voice rang in the alley like a bell and a big bell.
"What's the joy of life, what's the pain of death." The last trace of blood surged on the young man's cheek, and Qin Yin's face looked ferocious.
"Do you regret it?"
"I regret it, I couldn't kill him!!" Qin Yin's eyes were covered with blood, like a crazy tiger. His five fingers were snatching the ground, and his bones were already exposed.
"Then you... are you afraid of pain? That kind of pain that will hurt your soul and bone marrow, and will never be erased."
"Ha ha ha ha!!"
The dying boy laughed like a candle in the wind on this silent rainy night, and the flames exploded but could be extinguished at any time. "I, Qin Yin, are not even afraid of death. You actually said I am afraid of pain?!!"
Time ceased for a moment.
Sun Wudao finally bowed his head and looked at the boy formally, and his voice sounded faintly:
"Then I'll give you a chance to start over, would you?"
The laughter stopped, and Qin Yin looked at the strange old carpenter coldly. His vitality passed, his vision became blurry, but his voice was still as sonorous as iron, "Condition. What do you want."
"What do you have?" Sun Wudao looked at Qin Yin.
...
What do I have?
...
The last vitality in the body began to flow away.
The figure of the old carpenter in front of me has become increasingly blurred.
The unyielding and unyielding hearts were rushing and rushing at this last moment because of this sentence.
Qin Yin raised his head and used his last strength to throw out the sentence word by word.
That sentence is like a candle in the wind, but also like a scorching sun, which is enough to engrave the stars and immortal words.
"In my life, Qin Yin only has a pair of hands that never trembles... and a heart that never fears you!"
The madness on his face is freeze.
Qin Yin looked straight at Sun Wudao, and his body that was so high that it finally froze.
Vitality scattered, and the boy's raised body fell down depressedly.
The old eyes looked down below, and the turbid pupils were like a sharp blade slashing through the darkness, blooming with dazzling light like stars in the sky.
"Enough."
Just two words.
Qin Yin didn't see it.
From the moment these two words bloom like thunder.
Furong Lane is a hundred feet long, and all the pouring raindrops are frozen at the same time.
Qin Yin's body hovered strangely when he was about to fall to the ground.
Milky white spiritual power emerged like a sea.
The misty air evaporates and condenses the moon.
The moon sprinkles bluestone and turns into giant wings.
As the giant wings swung, the clouds rose and the sky rose, dragging the young man's body.
Sun Wudao looked to the end of the alley, and his deep eyes seemed to look through the city walls and mountains, looking directly at the stars in the sky.
"The rotten wood collapses, and it is a rough jade."
"I see people like a river and a genius like a vast star."
"But anyone with this will is never seen in the world."
"If you pass the entrance to life and death, you will be there under the sky... you will be there."
With a faint voice, he looked up and turned around.
Qin Yin's body followed behind him.
Raise your right hand and gently wave it.
The hovering raindrops fell again.
Nearly a hundred iron guards felt their breathing return to their bodies again.
Before they could be happy, they heard the sound in their ears as rapid as arrows.
He raised his head in a daze.
The rain fell like an arrow, paving from one end of the alley to the other end.
Iron armor and iron clothes are full of holes.
Within a hundred feet, there is no more vitality.
On the stone road paved with blood, Sun Zhiren walked out of the alley with one hand, but stood up gently and looked away.
In sight, in front of the city gate.
A horse was single, heavily armored, and nine feet tall.
The same outfit, the same white-hoofed black.
However, his momentum is far stronger than Shi Xingcuo in the daytime!
One, two, three...
In the end, the rain fell in the air was bound out of thin air into seven rivers surging around. The spear in his hand was as thick as a pillar of heaven at this moment.
The man with black armor and iron face spoke, and his voice was like a golden sword intersecting.
"I am the general of the Hei Shui Hundred Cavalry of the Nan County, Song Bian Dao!"
"The spiritual power fluctuations are so strong. Who is you!"
A loud shout.
Buzz!
The spear swirled up, and the tip of the spear surrounded by surging spiritual power pointed directly at Sun Wudao.
The old carpenter of the past only did one thing.
Close your fingers together and move upward.
At this moment, the indescribable sharpness condensed between heaven and earth.
The rain in the air was forcibly twisted and coalesced.
One blow...
The rain knife slashed thirty feet vertically.
People, horses, ten feet behind the city wall...
All broken.
The 100 Black Water Cavalry at the seventh level of the River Realm did not make a sound, or under the power of the spiritual power that was powerful enough to make Wu Yu suddenly stop, he could not make any sound, and eventually collapsed into blood mist with his mount.
"I'm just an old carpenter." Sun Wudao spoke gently, and his once turbid eyes were now like a god.
On a rainy night, no moon.
Chapter completed!