Global high martial arts dead air panel

Chapter 229 The Second Anchor
"Old Wu, what are you mumbling about?"

After stabbing Wu Kuishan, Li Changsheng turned his head and said with a sneer: "A group of brats don't even have the qualifications to participate in the war. They stay here to deliver food to the crypt?"

Wu Kuishan ignored Li Changsheng who was in high spirits, turned his head to look at the dozens of people under the city wall, and said indifferently: "What are you still standing here for? If you stay, remember not to leave the city."

Not far away, Wu Chuan smiled lightly and said, "You guys are useless, don't send them to your death."

The next moment, Li Changsheng laughed loudly and said, "Here we are, it's time to go!"

As soon as the words fell, several people came out like sharp swords, and they will kill people today!
"kill!"

The war broke out instantly.

However, when the four powerful men jointly attacked one of the city lords of Yaozhi City, Wu Kuishan's mental power suddenly moved.

The small crystal ball he had been protecting in his arms disappeared.

A huge coercion descended on the world accompanied by misty gray fog, and a blood-colored figure slowly walked out of it.

Just when everyone present was finally about to see clearly who that person was, the blood on the figure quietly receded, returning to its original clean appearance.

"Good day, everyone."

There was a faint smile on the handsome face without a trace of blood, as plain as a piece of paper, and he politely greeted all kinds of creatures around him.

He said with emotion: "Long time no see."

However, no matter if it is a demon plant, a monster, or a human being, when seeing such a polite resurrected warrior, the subconscious reaction is to throw his most powerful attack at him.

Then run away.

Just as if he was standing on this battlefield, the attack containing the majestic energy had no effect on him, even his figure never wavered.

He sighed softly: "What a rude and impolite person."

As his voice fell, the twelve ninth-rank catacombs present were fixed in place, and they couldn't even think of escaping.

Next, it was like an elegant feast of blood, strolling on the battlefield, like the god of death, harvesting the lives of the enemies in front of him.

"Are you kidding me..."

The originally crowded Ninth Grade Catacomb stared at the four of Wu Kuishan, trying to slow them down with a look of "you don't talk about martial arts".

"Ye, Ye Wang, didn't you leave the human race?"

"Ye Wang, aren't you afraid that the two great royal courts will encircle and suppress you? There will be no one to help you in the land of resurrection!"

"Ye Wang, the true king is not allowed to intervene in the battlefield below the true king, have you forgotten?!"

When facing death, his voice was extraordinarily noisy, procrastinating for time, trying to win a chance for himself.

But the executioner himself turned a deaf ear, as if the smile engraved on his face didn't even change the arc, and he said briskly: "The voice of a weak person can't reach my ears."

"Damn it! Guo Shengye, I'm waiting for you to betray your relatives in hell!"

"You are the thorn in the side of all forces, the thorn in the flesh! Don't you know how to restrain yourself?!"

Knowing that they had no hope of surviving, the ninth rank of the Catacombs cursed Guo Shengye one after another.

The old principal behind Guo Shengye suddenly raised his head and said with a smile, "No way."

The old man said firmly: "He will not betray his relatives."

Wu Kuishan saw that Guo Shengye's figure shrouded in gray mist seemed to pause for a moment, and then raised the bamboo stick in his hand again. The green bamboo stick had harvested too many people's lives, but there was a faint glow. Layers of blood.

Guo Shengye, who was far away in the Palace of the Son of Heaven, moved his fingers hanging by his side, and then hung down feebly.

"An old man of..."

Guo Shengye vaguely gave his own evaluation.

The corner of his mouth rose for a moment, as if he was afraid of being discovered by someone, he evened it out quickly, leaving no trace when he came and went, and it was still calm and breezy.

Guo Shengye snorted softly, "It's just that I want to leave the mess to me and retire early."

Suddenly, there was a slight temperature in the frozen heart, the temperature would not be too high to make him feel hot, but not too low to make him unaware, the temperature was just right.

The plop, plop sound seemed to be mocking Guo Shengye's stubbornness just now.

The second anchor, thus appeared with the help of the Vault.

It hooked the heart of the body, pierced the skin, and sank deep into the flesh, but it didn't bring a trace of pain.

The war in Mordu Catacombs is still going on, or in other words, this is not a war, but a unilateral massacre.

Li Changsheng was amazed, and while watching the bloody blockbuster of the Eighteen Bans, he poured energy liquid into his mouth.

"Seriously, isn't this kid really a bit perverted?"

Wu Kuishan glanced at him indifferently, and reminded, "Ono can hear you."

Li Changsheng said nonchalantly: "I know he can hear it, I just told him to hear it, really, what are young people doing with so many thoughts all day long, and they suffocate themselves to pervert for nothing.

The old guys like Zhang Tao are not dead yet, let them be the savior or something!These things also make them want to go!Don't harm the flowers of the motherland all day long!
Look at our poor headmaster, all wilted! "

Li Changsheng smacked his lips in dissatisfaction. People cultivate flowers with a small kettle to water them. People like Zhang Tao are fine. They just use a large water pipe to irrigate, so they don't wilt!

After their principals have been wiped out, is it possible that Zhang Tao can still give them a principal who is exactly the same?

In the gray fog, the smile on Guo Shengye's face really froze. If it wasn't for the phantom's existence for too short a time, he would definitely take the time to stop this old man's mouth.

Really, he understands what it means that a dog cannot spit out ivory.

This word was tailor-made for Li Changsheng.

Just when Li Changsheng was expressing his high opinion, Guo Shengquan and the other three arrived, as did Huang Jing, Liu Polu, and Lu Fengrou, but they were all stunned as they watched the strange scene.

I thought it was a heroic battle to the death, but it turned out to be an immersive time-limited movie viewing.

"……How is this going?"

Guo Shengquan asked quietly.

Wu Kuishan coughed lightly and briefly explained the current situation.

"So we just look at it like this?" Lu Fengrou frowned, and said coldly: "In the final analysis, the strength is still too weak."

What a useless teacher.

Lu Fengrou clenched her fists, her nails sank into her flesh.

She is not reconciled. If she is stronger, she can fight side by side with the students. If she is stronger, she can protect the students behind her, just like the students protect them behind her now.

Wu Kuishan separated her fingers, held them, and interlocked his fingers, with only a wry smile on his face.

It's not that they didn't work hard enough, it's that this student is too monstrous. In less than three years, he has already stood at the top.

Today, they are just like their peers who could only look at Guo Shengye's back, always chasing after, but unable to stand shoulder to shoulder.

　I'm trying to see if I can write Chapter 3

　　I don't know if this year's Spring Festival Gala will be good or not

　　happy New Year!

　　
　
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