Chapter 94, Swordsman Ancient Desert!
Chapter 94, Swordsman Gu Mo!
A soldier can be killed, but not humiliated.
Li Muyang was very sympathetic to the fat man’s experience. Everyone was a low-key player of the same level. Why was his brain worth 100,000 and his brain worth only 50,000?
What's more, if calculated by size, the fat man's head is as big as Li Muyang's - this is simply bullying people to death.
Li Muyang patted the fat man on the shoulder and said, "Don't take it to heart, one day they will understand your value."
"I want them to understand now." The fat man faced the killers who were surrounding him with a fat face and said, "Fatty, don't show his power, think I'm a sick cat. If we can solve the previous six batches, we can solve the current four batches------"
Li Muyang reminded him with concern and said, "The first six batches were all sent by one group, and the four batches this time stood up at one time-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The fat man was like a deflated ground ball, and asked weakly: "Can you transform now? Just like killing Cui Zhaoren-----"
"How many times have I explained that Cui Zhaoren was not killed by me-----" Li Muyang is very sensitive to such things. Why does this fat man always say that Cui Zhaoren was killed by himself? There are big misunderstandings in the middle, a huge misunderstanding---------
"I know I know. You are afraid of taking responsibility. If I were you, I would try my best to clear my relationship with this matter--but there are some things that we can't just admit to as nothing happened. I calculated my fingers and everyone should know about this matter, right?"
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This time it was the fat man's turn to comfort Li Muyang, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "It's okay. If you kill, just kill him. Anyway, it's useless to regret it----------------------------------------------------------------------------
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"Is it that Li Muyang?" The ugly woman stared at Li Muyang in white clothes and turned into black clothes with a smile. Her voice was as hoarse as an old croaker and said, "I want to lend you something."
Li Muyang felt that such lines were very familiar, and he seemed to have seen them in some strange and strange novels he had read.
So he stared at the old woman with contempt and said, "Don't you just want Li Muyang's head on his neck?"
"Not bad. I just want to lend you a head."
"I only have one head-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Hahaha, is that? Someone has offered 100,000 gold coins. If you can pay a higher price, I don't mind giving you a big shot today-----"
"Look." Li Muyang turned around and said to the fat man: "With money, the devil can push the grinding, and the ancients did not deceive me. These people can really do anything for money, but they don't know what integrity is."
Then he said to the ugly old woman, "I only have ninety-seven gold coins."
"It's interesting. It's really interesting." The smile on the ugly woman's face froze, and her voice said viciously: "For many years, no one has dared to play with me like this. Boy, I'm going to settle the head on your shoulder."
"Although you look ugly, you have a good taste--the nickname is very good, and it complements your appearance." Li Muyang said with a smile: "They dare not play tricks on you like this, because you look too scary-----"
"She is a widow-----" The fat man reached out and grabbed Li Muyang's shoulder and whispered: "He is a disciple of the Tang sect in Sichuan Province. He is full of toxins and kills people invisibly. No one dares to offend her."
"So what?" Li Muyang said angrily. "If she is willing to let me go, I can call her godmother---I don't offend her, she won't kill me?"
The fat man was stunned for a while and nodded and said, "Yes, you are all dead anyway, so you will scold him hard----You ugly old witch, pigs are better than you. You are a pig, and you are insulting pigs. Do you usually don't look in the mirror? If you look in the mirror, why do you have the face to kill people and commit murder? No wonder your name is the ghost widow--no one wants to marry you, right? Your husband must have chosen to commit suicide without looking at your ugly face. I admire your suicide husband. Although he is blind, he has good courage. You said how miserable you lived. If I were you, I would have hit the stone long ago--there was a big stone there, so hurry up and hit it."
"You fat pig---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
While speaking, my body suddenly walked towards the direction where the fat man was.
It is said to be leaving, but it is actually shrinking into an inch.
The distance of more than ten meters was approaching in an instant, and the snake head in his hand was extremely fiercely hitting the fat man's head.
The fat man fell to the ground regardless of his image.
A person has the advantage of being round, at least he gets faster than others when he gets away.
The widow was extremely angry, so how could she let go of the fat man who insulted him like this?
She walked away with her feet, but she could not see her steps.
The snake head in his hand slammed at the fat man on the ground.
"My life is over----You ugly monster, you vicious woman, go and look in the mirror------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The fat man was still scolding while getting out. Although he could not beat the poisonous widow, he at least took advantage of it.
The fat man attracted the old poisonous woman with his suicide-style ridicule skill, and the other three groups of people stared at Li Muyang.
"Amitabha! The Buddha's suffering is so hard that he must borrow his head from Li Tanyue." The monk holding a big shovel bowed to Li Muyang with one hand and said with a smile.
"It's the ultimate. Without wine or meat, you can't even light up lamp oil-----If we have the head given by the shepherd donor, our life will be better." The monk holding the wooden fish added: "The Bodhisattva said that if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? The shepherd donor saw that he was a person with great wisdom. I want to be willing to give his head to us, right?"
"Monster, don't rob it. This head is the first thing that our Seven Rakshasa in the Insect Valley is to take that head to exchange for oil and money, we must first look at the two swords in the hands of our seven brothers who agree or not." Da Rakshasa Jin, dressed in small braids, shouted loudly with a shiny look.
"Where did a group of jumping clowns come from? Do you dare to run to the front of the Sa family and act wildly?" The monk Dazhaozi was furious and cursed.
"Brothers, let this monk bleed----I want to taste the difference between the monk's blood and the ordinary people's blood--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Li Muyang watched without saying a word.
I thought to myself, fight, fight, you can fight to the death.
Li Muyang is now the Tang Monk in the strange book "Journey to the West", and countless monsters and monsters want his head.
However, the difference between him and Tang Seng was that Tang Seng was not afraid of the old man's collision, nor was afraid of the banshee fairy jumping, and he also drove away his great disciple Sun Wukong, who had great magical powers. Li Muyang was much smarter than him, and the old man did not help him, and women did not touch him. The only good brother, Fatty, was almost flattering and pleasing along the way, for fear of saying a heavy word that made him slap his butt and leave.
"Don't be impatient with all the warriors." The blue-shirted swordsman riding on the maroon horse finally spoke. He looked at the two fake monks and seven big shemalemons and said, "This child's strength should not be underestimated. It's better for everyone to work together. Don't be escaped by him or run to the mountain-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Before getting on the stairs, Li Muyang never thought that his head would be so valuable----
"Who are you?" Li Muyang stared at the blue-shirted swordsman and asked.
Although he remained silent from beginning to end, just staring at everything that was happening in front of him coldly. But Li Muyang could feel that he was the most dangerous person on the scene.
A dog that can bark does not bite people, and a dog that can bark is the most fierce.
This blue-shirted swordsman has no murderous aura or evil spirit, but it makes Li Muyang's sweat hair stand up and his back feel cold. He feels like he is secretly coveted by poisonous snakes and beasts.
"Swordsman Gu Mo." The man in blue replied expressionlessly.
The horse's mouth sprayed a lot of geothermal air, and the horse's legs were trembling with coldness.
Because of his internal strength, the horse under his seat was afraid of this place and could not escape.
"I don't know." Li Muyang shook his head and said. He saw this person looking at him with hatred, unlike other people who only had joy when they looked at him-----it was like looking at a mountain of gold.
"Is he Cui Zhaoren's family?" Li Muyang thought to himself.
"Li Muyang, today is your death." When Gu Mo was speaking, he clamped his legs and flew up with his men and horses.
The horse was frightened and its four hooves were scrambling.
The huge horse's belly pressed towards Li Muyang's head. At the same time, the big sword more than ten feet long in Gu Mo's hand also choked out of the sheath and slashed towards Li Muyang's head.
The heavy sword has no edge, and Gu Mo's long sword has no edge. However, there is a red light flashing along the edge of the blade, as if it is a burning red flame.
Hiss------
Burning sounds came from the air.
It was some flammable gases in the air that were ignited by the heat of the heavy sword.
Li Muyang was sweating all over and his clothes were soaked.
He stood there and did not dare to move, nor could he move.
Advance is death, retreat is death.
Escape is even more impossible.
Not to mention the difficulty in avoiding the heavy horse's hooves, even the attack of the giant sword also enveloped hundreds of meters in a radius.
No matter how Li Muyang moves and dodges, he cannot dodge the power of that sword.
What makes people even more despair is that the two wine and meat monks and the Seven Rosha of the Insect Valley saw the green-shirt swordsman taking the lead, and were worried that he would steal his arms and head, so they used magic tricks to attack Li Muyang one by one.
Surrounded by all sides, life and death crisis.
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Chapter completed!