"------" The rest shook his head and said: "May I ask, what order did the leader Luo Hao give?" "Cremation, no remains, no tombstones, everything is simple, the ashes are scattered to the motherland." Mo Xianxing replied: "So as Mr. Jun wished, her posthumous affairs will be carried out according to her wishes...Pfft..." At this point, she couldn't help but laugh, and the rest also smiled generously. "What? Isn't this good?" "Yeah, at least it's better than being made into a harmless specimen for people to admire." The air was filled with the cheerful laughter of the boy and the girl. Smiling, the rest couldn't help but sigh: "That Ms. Jun is really lucky. She is obviously a figure like Stalin, but she still has so many friends in the end." The history of the two worlds is completely different. The People's Revolutionary League is more like the Soviet Union than the Republic. Ms. Jun has the status of Lenin, and the character of Stalin is not an open-minded and high-spirited spirit, but a ruthless and strong heart tempered by mud, ice and snow.
“She and Stalin were more accustomed to solving the people who created the problems than to solving them.” The rest nodded slightly, thinking of the guy who liked medals, and whispered: "At least there is no Emperor Su Shun in this world. That is a fool who is rare to see in a hundred years." Mo Xianxing did not reply, but thought of the martial arts king's disciple, the world-famous Qilin'er. "It's not that there is nothing, it's just that I am forced to not enter the world of mortals..." ---- Ps: In the imagination of this book, if the God Killer suddenly disappears and Lu Yinghua is not accepted as a disciple by Luo Hao, in the end, he will become the leader of the People's Revolutionary League, and his behavior is equivalent to Gorbachev... Never lie to your lover: Chapter 18 This person’s martial arts skills are not inferior to mine "Let me out, mother is waiting for me!" In the dark dungeon, a soldier was howling loudly. He knelt on his knees with a ferocious face. What was even more strange was that half of his cheeks actually had many small, dense sharp corners. Zheng-! The sword light cut through the air, and the soldier fell helplessly. The man in a black trench coat put away his sword and looked down at the corpse on the ground coldly. "Buried with martyr's honor." The man turned and left, leaving behind a few brief words, and walked slowly through the corridor, walking from the shadows to the light. "The seventh one this week." The man's name is Wang Polang, and he is one of the thirteen people in China who are named "True King". Su Zhenjun has been stationed in this fortress for 20 years. I witnessed the construction of Hanyu Fortress from scratch, witnessed the construction of three hundred-meter-high iron walls, witnessed the comings and goings of countless martial arts and soldiers, and personally executed countless people. Whether you are a martial arts practitioner or a magician, the deeper you practice, the wider your world of cognition becomes. In this process, "reality" will catch up with people's narrow hearts, and eventually swallow up reason like a tide.
However, this fortress is special. The closer you get to the depths and the closer to the gods, the more clearly you can hear the whispers of the gods. He has been bewitching the warriors for ten years. "430 six." Su Zhenjun whispered a number, which was the number of soldiers he executed with his own hands. The autumn wind blew up his windbreaker and lifted up his short hair, revealing a resolute face. His eyebrows were like spears, his posture was like the wind, and his body was upright, making people think that he was a spear that pierced the sky. He opened the iron door and looked through the corridor on the city wall, and then he saw the most important guest of the day. It was a handsome young man with a hint of pain in the corner of his eyebrows and sharp eyes. He was dressed in black and followed by a girl with a cold face. She followed the young man quietly, like a follower. "------!" Suddenly Zhenjun's pupils trembled. Su Zhenjun had already seen the photo of this god-killer from another world. At that time, he thought he was just becoming the God Killer, the boy felt like a ruthless machine and a sharp sword. However, the young man's feeling changed again. When Su Zhenjun saw the young man, he just glanced at him and felt startled. "Just an ordinary person who has never learned martial arts or alchemy?" Su Zhenjun felt a little ridiculous. Finally, the rest came to him. "Are you the one in charge here?" Su Zhenjun stared at the other party closely and spoke hesitantly. "Yu Shen...is a warrior?" "Learned a little boxing." Su Zhenjun said: "You are being humble. I have practiced martial arts since I was a child and can be considered a master. But you make me feel like a high mountain, a mountain that I cannot reach." After the words fell, the expressions of the others remained unchanged, but Mo Xianxing on the side showed a hint of surprise. The rest of them glanced briefly and said casually: "You're not bad either." Not only is he good at it, he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. In his early years, he accompanied the army and went to the Japanese islands to fight the American devils. Later, he realized his own sword and defeated countless swordsmen in Japan. Su is one of the few people at the top of martial arts in the world. Only a few people such as Saint Raphael of Italy, Esteria the Butcher of Panama, and the Crimson Devil Paul Browntree could rival him. There are only two people who are far better than him. One is the Chinese God of War, Hao, and the other is the Italian sword emperor Salvatore Tony. Now, one more. "How on earth did you manage to control your body? It only took half a month..."
Suan couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Although, I heard that the Sword Emperor only studied with Saint Raphael for a few months and mastered her swordsmanship. You are too... outrageous." The rest froze in place, and then made an ethereal sound. "I learned it in my dreams." "------!" "----?" The atmosphere suddenly became silent, and finally, Sui said this. "Yu Shen, do you want to compete with me?" As he spoke, his eyes suddenly became hot. "Please let me see the martial arts that rival the Sword Emperor and the Martial God. It is the realm I have always longed for." This is provocation, but it does not contain any hostility. Some are fighting spirit, some are awe-inspiring, and some are pious. "Not fighting, but sparring?" Generally speaking, the rest of the people were not so interested, but seeing the sincerity in the man's eyes, the corners of his mouth rose. "Okay, just think of it as a warm-up." Zheng-! As soon as he finished speaking, he drew his sword boldly and heard a dragon roar. "Cut evil with the sword, cut off the soul with the heart, and fight with justice!" Three phrases came out of the man's mouth, and his momentum suddenly reached its peak, and sword energy, dragon and snake burst out. With a sword in hand, ghosts and gods will not stay. This man was a soldier when he was young. He cared about the country and the people. He achieved great enlightenment on the battlefield and became a monk. This man was a Taoist priest in his middle age. He was quiet and inactive. When the gods did evil, he would go down the mountain with his sword. When the sword was drawn out, the sky was filled with sword energy, as if there were thousands of troops galloping, and the momentum of a hail of bullets and bullets was heard. The sound of chirping was endless, and the sword reflected the starlight, illuminating the surrounding area brightly. True martial arts involves stepping on snakes. This is Taoist martial arts. The rest of the people's eyebrows trembled above their eyes, exhaled a breath of fresh air, clenched their hands into fists, and were surrounded by energy, like immortals wearing feathered clothes, like people in the sky. With the first punch, the sword energy dispersed. The second punch made the sword tremble. The third punch, the sword intention was blocked. Then, he pushed out a palm, and the towering city wall trembled suddenly, and all the sudden attacks were locked and then broken. Cun Jin·Rock Breaking, this is Cun Xin Boxing.
Suddenly, instead of retreating, he took half a step forward, restrained his hands, and bumped into the other person with his body. His whole body was one, as strong as a diamond, and he used his whole body to hit the person. Seeing this, the rest of them formed arms like dragons, condensed the power of the spell into their hands, and pushed it out mixed-color yin-yang ball jade rolled out like a cannonball, causing ripples. Inch Strength·Thunderbolt! boom--! Between the collision, a strong wind suddenly rose. He was suddenly repulsed, but with a smile on his face, the power of the spell circulated along his meridians for a week. Suddenly, many hidden points in his body violently erupted with a strong aura. This momentum is simple and grand. "------!" The rest of them lost their minds for a moment, only to see the opponent's sword passing through time, taking one step ahead of him, and came to him. If time is compared to animation, then this sword is like a frame suddenly inserted, and it is unreasonably inserted at the front. The sword energy was dazzling, but the others were completely unaware of it. He struck out violently, and the air around him flowed violently, like a turbulent undercurrent under the water! There was a "boom", like clouds floating by, and the rest was like a red bird flying into the sky, dodging the sharp sword by a hair, and then swiping it casually. Snapped--! The remaining fist landed on Su Su's chest, and fierce energy surged through his body, causing Su's body to tremble uncontrollably. "------!" The young man looked at the man in surprise, but saw that his eyes were calm. The rest took back his hand, shook his head and said, "Why don't you hide? This is just a sparring match. I have no intention of killing you." "But I've already lost." Su Youran said: "When I was practicing in Japan, I met the leader once in Xitian Palace. Just from a distance, I knew that it was a realm that I would never be able to reach in my life." There was a hint of nostalgia in the man's tone. "But I also know that martial arts are all skills based on the physical body in the final analysis. The difference is just because I am not a heavenly being (God Killer)." Martial arts is a journey, if you learn it you will live, if you imitate it you will die. Just because everyone has different foundations, the appropriate techniques are also different. Ordinary people must carefully consider when choosing exercise methods, let alone advanced martial arts. The same martial arts must be used differently by different people. Even the remaining ones use Cunxin Boxing which is very different from Fu Hua, at least the way and type of energy they use are very different. "What kind of scenery is the world that people in heaven see? I have never known, but I am convinced that the pinnacle of martial arts is because they are born at the pinnacle." He looked at the rest with a dead, unwilling, yet joyful look. "But the martial arts you perform is a step-by-step process for a mortal to reach the pinnacle."
This is Sui's realization after fighting against the rest. only…… The rest of his eyes were as cold as winter. He looked straight at the man, wondering what he was thinking. "King, please show me."