The stone on the other side was not delayed by the confusion in Chunqiu's heart.

Howling, rushing towards the distance.

This stone doesn't know what justice means, let alone respect. It only knows that its mission is to kill the purple-robed figure with one stone.

The friend in purple robe didn't know what was going on. When he heard the roar coming closer from behind, he not only twitched the corner of his mouth.

I don’t know what I’m thinking in my heart, or maybe I’m just numb.

He stopped running and quickly stopped.

Zhou Shen's momentum has reached the end of the bottom line, and if it falls any further, it will be hopeless.

Looking at the sky in the distance, Zipao still raised the corner of his mouth.

This may be the pride of the Doomsday Association that was mentioned by Shenlong's senior management back then and was indestructible with swords.

I muttered to myself in my heart, feeling numb.

He stretched out his hand to touch the space in front of him, and a breeze fell into his hand.

If there is, if not.

They all say that this is respect and justice from heaven.

But who can explain that loyalty and filial piety are respectable and respectable.

A stone from the distance hit me quickly, so far yet so close.

Braving sparks and scrubbing at high temperatures, the originally angular stone is now as rounded as jade.

Purple robe Yaoyao head.

"It turns out that everyone is like jade and everyone is like stone."

"Why hesitate, right or wrong doesn't matter anymore, just come."

The purple robe raised the corners of his mouth and straightened his chest.

Like a javelin thrust into the earth, it stands flying with the eastern continent.

The rocks in the distance were getting closer and closer, and the sound of wind rushed towards them.

Zipao's brute strength was not much left, and it was difficult to breathe and move.

It can be seen that in the name of the Doomsday Association, Zipao still raised his head and raised his hand.

Looking at the sea of ​​clouds and waves in the sky, there is only one bright red sun.

Zipao decisively shut down the monitoring formation, and then roared angrily.

"Here, I have always been, will always be here, living and dying with the Doomsday Association."

"If you die on this day, your blood will flow into the sea on another day."

The words fell, the roar rose, and the angry waves rose.

A round stone less than the size of a fist roared over.

Zipao narrowed his eyes for the last time and swung his palm forward again.

With an unsuspecting bang.

Zipao retreated several steps in succession.

The right arm he had just waved was long gone, and the purple robe was also broken.

The wound was as neat as a knife or an axe, without any flaws.

Zipao didn't look at it either, as if he was no different from Chuchu.

Just as if he was unsteady, he took a few steps back and stood on the Eastern Continent again.

An arm dozens of meters away quickly withered and turned black until it turned into a puddle of pus.

After the huge flight, the stone has long been turned into powder.

It has completed its mission, but Chunqiu's mission has not yet been completed.

Neither of them looked at each other, but both could feel that the sense of life had not disappeared.

He was silent for a long time until the footsteps in the distance sounded again.

Zipao didn't even look at the young master from the Alliance of Ghosts and Gods who came over, but instead laughed angrily.

"It doesn't matter if you break my arm. If you don't accept it, let's fight again."

In the distance, Chunqiu put his hands on the ground and tried to stand up, but after a few times he lay back down.

He just spoke in a vague voice that he could hear.

"I would rather die singing for the center than complain about working like a dog. Am I doing the right thing?"

Although these words are few, just a few sentences, they are also the seeds of Chunqiu's heart.

Stroking something that was getting further and further away, Chunqiu listened.

Young Master Qian Bohang's calm question came from afar.

"You lose a life and win half of the world. He wins a life and wins half of the world. Is it worth it?"

Zipao stretched out his little finger and hooked it.

"It's hard to say whether to be straight or not, but it's hard to say whether to be straight or not. It may be good to be a dog, but I prefer to be a dog that won't cause trouble casually."

The young master's face darkened suddenly.

"But since the beginning of Shenlong, we are still in the same spirit."

Before he could finish speaking, Zipao interrupted.

"Although they are said to be intimate, they are already in the world."

"Since I don't want to move, or maybe it's not your piece of flesh that I want to move, that's sweet."

"But now there are many waves and frequent plots. How can I be friendly to others?"

"Do you want my number one organization to languish?"

The young master sniffed and shook his head.

"This is so, we must fight?"

"Purple Robe is willing to die for the Doomsday Association."

The man in purple robe put one hand into his sleeve and said coldly.

"I can't help but cry, so I'll stand still."

The young master smiled and his tone was calm.

But if you look carefully, you may see the mystery.

The scroll in his hand had already been unfolded, and the blurry ink stain disappeared.

To be precise, it turned into a ball of darkness and submerged underground.

And the drawing paper that originally rested on it is now as white as new.

Seeing that everything was basically completed, the two strolled towards each other.

One person is calm but extremely fast.

If a person walks slowly, he can have the ambition to die.

I don’t know how long it took for the two of them to meet each other.

There are no imaginary flashes of swords, or those earth-shaking scenes.

The two just stretched out their fists and bumped into each other.

To ordinary people, this is how two friends greet each other.

No matter what I say or do, I don't feel the slightest sense of coercion or power.

Even when the two fists collided, it was a slight collision and then separated quickly.

The sound was not loud, as if everything was still.

Peaceful and comfortable, filled with gentleness.

But within a minute and a half, the young master's body was torn open like a spider web with countless bloody openings.

None of them are big, and the injuries are not serious.

But the density is extremely shocking, covering almost every inch of the body.

Red blood gushed out from all the wounds and immediately soaked his clothes.

Young Master Qian Bohang took a few steps back.

"Lack of strength, the first organization really deserves its reputation."

Zipao chuckled and covered the bright red corner of his mouth with one arm.
To be continued...