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His iron mace was like a tiger, smiling arrogantly in the mountains.

The iron mace is like a wolf, galloping through the Wasteland, three rivers and snowbals are hard to return!

The iron mace was like a wild goose, imposing hatred on her. It was difficult for a female to live under the nine heavens.

In the three trials of Iron Mace Town, the tiger, wolf, and country thought of sending flying geese.

As the three mace strikes down, Wu Shan Bo was so terrified that he looked like a frightened bird, his eyes filled with fear.

"Oh, I'm teasing you!" Yue Tu leaned against the wall, wiping the blood and smile from the corner of his mouth as he spoke with a serious expression.

He no longer had the strength to fight, and there was nothing he could do now. He could only quietly wait for death. He could tell that Chang Lou hadn't used his full strength yet, and he wanted to entrust his Fang Die to him so that she could leave this road of no return.

"What?" Due to Yue Tu's injuries, his words were a little unclear. Chang Lou only barely understood what he was trying to say.

"It's your turn to go up! "Leave …"

Yue Tu used his last bit of strength to weakly spit out a few words. He used his eyes to gently look at the woman at the stairs for the last time.

"Sigh!" If I knew this would happen, I wouldn't have pretended to be someone else! "

After swallowing this sentence, Yue Tu fell into a coma.

"Leave it to me! "Kid, you're still young and yet you're saying your last words!"

Chang Lou took out her sword like lightning, thrusting it straight at Uncle Wu Shan, whose hair was disheveled and whose eyes were filled with fear.

The speed of this sword was so strong that it far surpassed that of the past. He was confident that he could end this battle with a single fatal blow.

"Don't …"

While the Elementary Scholar was shouting hysterically, Chang Lou's sword had already reached its destination. This strike was enough to seal the throat.

With a 'swoosh', the sword cut something, but it was not human flesh. When the sword and saber struck flesh, there was no sound.

"…"

Chang Lou was stupefied. He couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes.

The sword in his hand slipped out of his grasp and stabbed straight into Wu Shan Bo's shoulder. This position was not fatal, not in the slightest.

"Ah …" "Ying'er …"

Waving his arms in the air, Wu Shan Bo held a ball of flying ash and yelled towards the sky.

The house stared blankly at the flying ashes in the sky. There was not a trace of light in its eyes. It was as if it had become a dead man.

He killed a man. Although he had already killed many people, he had never been like this before. This sort of dejection caused his soul to suffer so much, and he even had the thought of drawing his sword to kill himself.

"Little Ying …" The Elementary Scholar sighed as he pounded the ground. Now, his stomach was full of energy and talent, but his heart was not sad at all.

A sad scholar could write good essays, but he did not have this feeling and leisure. His heart was filled with doubt and confusion.

At the last moment, the Elementary Scholar's wife blocked Wu Shan Bo's path and used her frail body to block the killing sword.

She was also a cultivator, but her cultivation level was rather low and she was only at the third level of the Innate realm. At her age, she was already considered to be quite talented, but the Chang Lou had stifled her talent.

In this way, Chang Lou killed an innocent person, a father lost his daughter, and a loving couple lost their other half.

All three of them had different moods.

Chang Lou is a deep regret, it is like a knife in a piece of carving of their own soul;

Wu Shan was deeply angry. His daughter was his most precious treasure, and now someone had taken it away from him. This anger was far greater than the regret and anger he felt after losing the good land and grass house by gambling with others.

The Elementary Scholar had a deep suspicion. He wondered if he was dreaming. Was he just waiting to get drunk?

The tragedy had already been brought to fruition, and it all depended on fate to continue.

"I'll kill you! You return my Ying'er! "

Martial Uncle let out a furious roar, which shook the Iron Tiger Pass. Many pedestrians could hear his roar from a few streets away.

Once a person became angry, their strength would be limitless!

Uncle Wu Shan's blade was faster than usual by more than thirty percent. With more than forty percent of his strength, the death of his blade was more than enough to cause a person's bones to turn to ashes.

His rage was truly the anger of Yang Hui, who had been defeated. That was the reason why he had the power to burn his bones and scatter his ashes.

No matter what, Chang Lou would never be able to block such a blade, be it now or in the past.

He owed debts. He who owes debts is free to resist, and he has no power to resist, nor will he resist. He owed his father a daughter.

This blade already covered the top of his head, just like the scythe of the god of death had hooked onto his neck.

The spectators had already smelled death coming from hell, and the smell of decay was nauseating.

Some of the more timid drinkers couldn't help but wet their pants.

Boom!" Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. It was as if they were denouncing the evil in this world.

Walking in the rain, the heavy rain poured down and poured into his ice-cold neck, causing his steps to become unsteady.

If anyone saw him, he would have thought he was drunk, that he was a drunkard.

He was now incomparably clear-headed. He really wanted to drink, let the wine numb him, and sink into that short and beautiful dream.

When a person wanted to get drunk, they usually didn't have any alcohol to drink, nor did they have any alcohol to drink! It wasn't that he didn't have money, but that he felt that there was no wine in this world.

After walking for a long time, he couldn't even find a place to drink.

The night was quiet enough. The suffocating silence bound him like a net in a dark corner, shivering.

"Hey!" "New guy, do you know the rules? I came here first, this place belongs to you!"

A person walked over while leaning on a bamboo cane. There was nothing in the broken bowl in his hands, but it seemed like it was filled with a steaming hot temper. His words were very unyielding.

Usually, beggars didn't have much temper, but there would always be times when accidents would happen. Among the thousands of beggars, there would always be one with a rather explosive temper, such as this one.

"Take it. Go there. There are many generous and compassionate girls. Since you look so good, you should be able to buy a few bowls of rice."

The beggar suggested to him that it was more an order than a suggestion.

"Oh!" He nodded, then walked over with the broken bowl.

This place was bustling with noise and excitement. There was no shortage of people, all sorts of people.

Now that everyone's eyes were focused on him, it was rare to see a well-dressed person dressed like a beggar. They were wondering if this person was crazy or a fool.

He put the bowl down and curled up in the corner, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the vast, quiet darkness.

"Interesting! Lord Pauper has never seen someone like this before. He deserves to be rewarded! "

A gangster-like middle-aged man straightforwardly threw a few copper coins into the broken bowl. The round Brother Kong spun in the broken bowl. However, he acted as if he didn't hear it.

"Too little? Then I will give you more! "Half a tael of silver!"

That genuine silver ingot was especially eye-catching, causing people's hearts to tremble.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please give your judgement. Isn't it about time for you all to begin your performance after receiving the money!"

The big man smiled, looking at the greedy and envious crowd beside him, he suggested.

"This is how it should be, this is how it should be!"

What he couldn't get himself, he never wanted others to get it easily. Most people did, and many agreed to it.

"Then let's begin!"