The two people on the third floor were still as motionless as a mountain to watch all this coldly, until there were only two lonely people and corpses on the ground left in the building. Their eyes were focused on one place. The leader of the village was watching his masterpiece of painstaking efforts in front of him when he was about to be destroyed. The anger in his heart had already exceeded pain. Seeing his brothers who had been following him for many years jumping into the valley like frogs, he wanted to slap Wu Yonglin, who was confronting him opposite him, into a pool of meat paste with a golden gourd.

"I'm going to kill you." After saying that, the leader of the village said, he jumped off the unfallen jar with the two majestic golden gourd hammers, but a contemptuous smile appeared on the other party's face.

The scorching fire made the floor on the third floor as hot as charcoal. The first step of the Dazhai master quickly blisters at the soles of his feet, and his body involuntarily answered again on the jar. When he saw the other party standing on the corpse of his own people who had been too dead, the Dazhai master also stepped on the corpse of his own people, but as soon as he stepped down, the corpses under his feet immediately became riddled with holes.

The big village master with red eyes waved the pair of golden gourds like a mad bull whirlwind, rushing towards Wu Yonglin like a mad bull swept the broken clouds. Wu Yonglin, who didn't want to fight with the other party, immediately flashed among the corpses everywhere like a dragonfly. The broken ribs accompanied by the sound of wood chips made everything around him more terrifying. The blood on the ground turned from red to brown and black. After a burning stench came into his nose, it made the two cough continuously. The two who had chased for a while stopped and looked for a window, sucking the fresh air outside.

"Did the Hakka people in the village below die because of the construction of this hanging pavilion?"

"It's their honor."

"Then I'll let you feel what pain is."

"Keng" Wu Yonglin suddenly inserted a ring-headed knife in his hand into the beam and pillar next to it. The blade was filled with a small amount of wood. Wu Yonglin then gently stepped on the position where the handle of the knife was, ejected his body, held the knife in both hands and bent his body back into a full bow ready to go, and rushed down the head of the village leader with a force of force to slash Huashan.

When the Great Village Master was just led by Wu Yonglin like a cow, the ribs of the corpses around him were broken by him, they did not forget to cause some trouble for the Great Village Master during his lifetime. The Great Village Master's feet were covered with dense bone spurs. After stopping so suddenly, he felt a huge pain passing through his spleen and stomach and reaching the heart, making his legs tremble. When Wu Yonglin cut the mountain and opened the stone, he felt that the movements in his hand and the instructions sent by his head seemed to be slower. As a hero in the green forest, he instinctively raised a pair of golden gourd hammers in his hand to parry. Wu Yonglin knew that the sword in his hand was unbearable.

At this move, the ring-headed sword in Wu Yonglin's hand could not get any benefits, and it was easy to bend and deform. Then the body could easily become the target of the pair of golden gourds in the other party's hand. His move "ultimate killing" already implied the backhand. Wu Yonglin's move was very quick to get his body. His body suddenly curled up into a meat ball in the air, and jumped directly from the top of the pair of golden gourds that were crossed and stacked on his hands. Then his body stretched out rapidly, swinging the sword with a very risky butt towards the falling water dog blindly, directly attacking the lower plate of the Grand Sect Master who had no time to turn around. Wu Yonglin had already practiced his sword technique to the state of selflessness with his heart and hands. This extremely ugly move made the other party feel that he was

It seemed that some kind of mistake had made a hasty knife. When his casual arm used his wrist, wrist, finger, finger, and finger, the blade accurately cut the hamstring behind the other party's knees. The Great Village Master made a strange cry. Wu Yonglin, a knife that seemed to help him relieve him, helped him break the severe pain that spread to the atrium of the heart of his feet, made the only pillar that supported the body and weapon collapsed. After finding Wu Yonglin right behind him, the Great Village Master fell back without hesitation, trying to press Wu Yonglin, who had taken his legs away, into a meat pie. At this moment, Wu Yonglin inserted the ring-headed knife in his hand into the hot floor beneath his body, and the weight of his whole body was almost pressed on the ring-headed knife. The blade body

It had already collapsed. The bear-like body of the Great Village Master next to him pressed towards Wu Yonglin. The ring-headed knife broke from the middle with a "crack" sound. With a "puff", the sharp blade of the broken ring-headed knife was directly poured into the back of the Great Village Master's back. Before the unbelievable Great Village Master died, he saw Wu Yonglin standing upside down on a broken blade like Optimus Prime, borrowing a force on his body and ejecting it into the jar that everyone ignored. Then he began to urge the jar to roll. At first, the big threshold had already been turned into wood chips and fragments by the pair of golden gourds in the pursuit battle. The jar rolled out easily and pounced on the fire that everyone was afraid of.

The face of the Great Village Master soon turned into a pig liver. If he had known this strange way to go downstairs, why would he have had a life-and-death battle with the other party? He found that he was not only a little bit different from the other party's Zhiyong. He was completely trapped by Tan Daoji, and he had provoked someone he should not be offended and digged his own grave.

The fire soon swallowed the third floor of the hanging pavilion. Tan Daoji, who was still scared, hid far away with the people who had escaped from death. Looking at the people who were celebrating the courage to jump into the deep valley like diving, everyone could not laugh at them at all. If they were a little late, they would be very likely to follow the footsteps of these poor people. You must know that if you jump from above, there is no possibility of survival. There is only bare stones and countless bones in the valley. They don’t know how much courage a person needs to take the step of jumping off the building. Perhaps it is just to make themselves die a little more happily, perhaps for the hope of one-tenth of survival, perhaps hoping to free their souls.

When a black giant emerged from the collapsed fire building, the rumble of thunder scared everyone. When a black body, hair, beard, eyebrows, etc. were burned out, but stood in front of everyone safely, everyone was frightened. They completely regarded each other as a monster. When the other party grinned and looked like they wanted to eat human flesh, everyone, including Tan Daoji, turned around and ran away. They did not believe that a living person could survive the ghostly fire. This person was either a monster or an evil spirit attached to the dead. For such an alien, they wanted to be as far away as they were.
Chapter completed!