In twenty years, it can make a newborn baby grow into a young man, and can make a weak scholar who is new to martial arts become a top master.

Hatred that has accumulated for twenty years can make a person crazy. Once this emotion breaks out, it can no longer be described as tragic.

Moreover, there are more than one enemy. All he can do now is to kill the one who can kill first. Another one who cannot kill, and the opportunity has come, and he can die with him. He can close his eyes and die in this life.

Uncle Ying, whose original name was Mo Ying, was a child of the Mo family in the northwest. In his early years, he was also a handsome young talent. When the Qidao Alliance was first established, he relied on his strong strength to beat the opponent and won the position of the four major envoys. At that time, when talking about the Demon Eagle, his weight in the world was not necessarily much worse than the four major beast gods who were very popular. He was the loyal minister of the Qidao Alliance and the most loyal follower of the Fallen Heavenly King.

I thought that the passion in my heart would not cool until I was old and lie in the coffin. But unexpectedly, the morals he had always followed and the most basic justice and conscience of mankind became the source of trouble. The people I have always followed were hypocritical treacherous heroes, and the junior brother of the same school who had learned art together since childhood was a hypocritical villain who stabbed him with a fatal knife in the back.

The most unpredictable thing in the world is the human heart, and the most changeable thing is also the human heart.

In the face of greed and interests, people's hearts will become more vicious than devils.

I fell off the cliff for seven days and survived by drinking dew, but I was infected with the poison of the red scorpion that could never be removed. I had to endure the painful pain of burning my heart and bones every day.

Although he survived, his heart was dead. The reason why he insisted on living and enduring was to avenge him.

No one is human, no ghost is ghost for twenty years. In the past twenty years, he has sneaked into the Demon God Castle dozens of times to take revenge, but every time it ends in failure. Many times, he has to escape seriously before breaking through the periphery of the Demon God Castle. Although he is not convinced, he has to admit that in order to take revenge, he can only lead the thief out of the nest.

When he learned that Yilan had killed Nie Fankong, he knew that the opportunity he had been waiting for many years was coming.

The fishing plan was actually proposed by him. Yilan is not a fisherman, but the real fisherman is him, Uncle Ying.

He was like Yilan's shadow, but his actions were very secretive. Even the fat white man didn't notice that there was another person around Yilan.

Uncle Ying is Yilan's life-saving benefactor and the person who raised her. The relationship between the two is like father and daughter, and they have no reservations to each other. They also have a common enemy and have the same goals in dealing with the Demon Castle.

But Uncle Ying refused to let Yilan participate in the grudge between him and Peng Yifei.

Yilan knew that Uncle Ying was the older he was, the more stubborn he was. He made up his mind that even the nine-headed cows could not be brought back, and he had waited for too long this day. Although he was very worried, she respected Uncle Ying and trusted Uncle Ying more. Before facing the fallen king head-on, Uncle Ying would not die. Only Peng Yifei could die. It must be!

Wishes are beautiful, but the ending is difficult to predict.

Peng Yifei is an old half-step Dan Sect. Although Uncle Ying’s realm is similar to his, over the past twenty years, it has taken a lot of physical strength to suppress the scorpion poison every day. On the other hand, Peng Yifei has been many times stronger than Uncle Ying’s various conditions. Perhaps because of his understanding talent, he has been stuck in his original realm for many years and has not reached the top, but his spiritual power has reached a very terrifying level.

The two of them have a life-and-death battle. From all aspects, Uncle Ying is at a disadvantage. The only thing that can become a variable is that Uncle Ying is not afraid of death, he dares to die. But Peng Yifei dares not. He has a superior status and has enjoyed wealth for many years. How could he be dragged to hell by Uncle Ying? In the battle between life and death, his instant fear may determine the victory or defeat of life and death.

Fatty Bai asked who the man was repeatedly, Yilan kept her mouth shut. Her head was like a rattle, and she didn't say anything no matter how she asked. After the two parted, Fatty Bai had no choice but to send someone to follow Yilan. On the one hand, she was surveillance, and on the other hand, she was protecting.

A heavyweight figure as "Demon Eagle" Peng Yifei appeared in the capital, and the Secret Service has made complete safety reports in all aspects. Although we know that there is a master in the capital, a person like Peng Yifei is always too dangerous and anything can happen. After all, the master is not omnipotent, and the capital is too big. It is impossible to take good care of it.

Next is waiting for Peng Yifei to come to the scene.

On a remote sea on the southeast coast, Peng Yifei, who was already on the boat, had seen the mainland coastline, never dreamed that the destination in the capital had laid layers of protective nets waiting for him. An old acquaintance who should have died nearly twenty years ago returned to the world from hell and was waiting for him.

...

In the heavy rain, three young men wearing gray uniforms were covered in blood and running wildly in the fields, at a very fast speed, very fast, faster than horses. They seemed to fly on grass leaves without touching the ground. Their chests were embroidered with a golden peak, with three peaks, like the tips of three swords. Each of them was carrying a long blue cloth behind them. The shape they had drawn was probably a rectangular box or small strip box inside.

The young man holding a gun in one hand had already broken the iron spear, which was the part with the gun head. The red tassel, which was originally silky, had long been struck, condensed into strands, dark red and brown, and some places became purple and black, which was caused by the condensation after being soaked in blood. The wound on his face pulled from the corner of his inner eye to his ears, as if it was cut by a knife, and the white bones were visible. The white muscles turned to the sides, including the dried blood and the blood that was flowing, probably water, and the blood and rain were mixed together, and it was hard to tell whether it was blood or water. Half of his body was dyed red, and the scattered wet hair stuck to his face. The originally handsome and masculine face looked extremely ferocious and terrifying at this moment. The color was ashen, like a ghost, a living ghost.

The young man holding a double knife had three arrows behind his back, and two arrows were stuck in his backpack. It was an unusual arrow. The tail of the arrow was forked flat but had no feathers, the thickness of his fingers, and the dark body emitted a faint cold light, which was obviously made of steel. Half of the arrows entering his body were deeply wedged into the flesh and blood, and there was no blood flowing out of the arrows because it was too deep. There was no blood in the wound, but the man's nose was bright red. When he ran, blood was pouring out of his nose. The two swords stained with blood on his hands were also covered with jagged gaps. The blade had been rolled up.

The only intact young man looked the youngest, who was fifteen or sixteen years old, and his eyebrows were as young as a young man. He looked tired and haggard, his lips looked extremely pale because he had no blood. His eyes, which had been extremely tired, were covered with blood, but his eyes were extremely fierce and stubborn. The two daggers on his hands were covered with thick layers of blood. There was a lot of human hair stuck on it, and the smell was irritating. No matter how heavy the rain was, it could not water the smell on the dagger. The blood was too thick and there were too many people killed, and the smell was solidified. The rain could not be removed.

After a day and night, I never touched a drop of water or a grain of rice. The exhausted three people had reached their limits of their physical strength and energy, their lips were chapped and they were panting like cows, but their running speed did not slow down. They could not slow down, and they dared not slow down. One step was death.

"Fifth Senior Brother, Seventh Senior Brother, look, there is a Zhendian in front of him." The running young man suddenly stopped and pointed his hand forward. The originally dim eyes bloomed with a gleam. At this moment, the rain flowing along his face bypassed his eyelashes and did not block his sight. Seeing the town in the distance was like seeing hope and perhaps he could survive...

Pupp, the young man who was shot in the arrow behind him also took this opportunity to take a break and sprayed out a mouthful of black blood mixed with blocks. His body shook, and he fell forward with a heavy head and feet. A hand that stretched out from beside him firmly supported his arm and held his body. He was the fifth senior brother who looked oldest last year.

"Let's go, let's go into town."

"No, Brother Fifth, we can't go." The young man who was shot in the arrow grabbed Brother Fifth's hand with his back hand. The joints of his slender palms turned white, and he clenched them tightly, and he was very dead. His eyes were stubborn and he couldn't bear it.

The young boy wiped the rain on his face, and his eyes were a little confused. Through the rain curtain, he looked at the blurry town in the distance, and the smoke rising from cooking stoves, and then looked at the two senior brothers. He found that the town was a good thing. Only when he entered the town could he pull out the arrows on his back. Why didn't he let everyone in?

The fifth senior brother looked at the young man who was shot in the arrow and knew what he meant. The pursuers behind him were the Black Flag Army, the Black Flag Army, which is famous for its cruelty and cruelty. If he entered the town and acted with the Black Flag Army as his own goal, once he and the other three entered, then the town was likely to be implicated by them, and would disappear in the world and be slaughtered.

"Old Jiu, carry your seventh brother on your back. Let's enter the town."

"Oh." The young boy moved the package behind him to his chest, put the dagger on his waist, and raised his legs of Senior Brother Qi and ran away.

"No, Lao Jiu, let me down quickly, let me down! Brother Fifth, you can't enter the town, you can't enter..."

The young boy did not understand the great principles. He only knew that if he didn't pull out the arrow on Senior Brother Qi's back and didn't deal with the wound, Senior Brother Qi couldn't even stand it tonight. He let Senior Brother Qi beat and struggle on his back and begged at the top of his lungs. He ran faster than before with his back.

"Lao Qi, some things cannot be done, but they must not be done. There are many people in the town and the goals are scattered. Only in this way can we send the things we have on our bodies to the place." After a pause, he said with a blank expression: "This world is dead every day. People cannot escape or hide. If you don't die today, you will die tomorrow. This is life, the life of the people in the world."

"Fifth Brother, I don't understand what you are saying." The young boy asked in a daze.

"You don't need to understand."

As we got closer and closer to the town, we could see a vague figure.

The person who was shot in the arrow was Tang Ning! The fifth senior brother and the young and old ninth young were the other two Eagle Nest students who also enjoyed three days of vacation.
Chapter completed!