Thunderbolt Lord of the Fairy Mountain

Chapter 151 The Sword River Rolls, Desperate!
Shocked by the strange change, Huang Yang's blood-clothed clothes circulated the internal energy in his body. He took the long sword, the internal energy circulated, and the bright silver light bloomed, drawing a thin line and hitting the huge palm print head-on!
When Mrs. A saw Ah Bing make a move, a look of anticipation rose in her eyes, and joy spread from her eyes.

Other villagers also discovered this strange scene, they did not expect it.In this desperate scene, it was actually A Bing, who usually seemed optimistic, stood up and looked at the scene in front of him.

Of course it seems to be successful!

"Come on!"

Clenching his fists, muttering, and staring intently at the field, Ah Yi had blood in his hands, but he pretended not to know.

As long as this palm is successful, he can live.

Everything else is no longer important.

"Kill him!"

The rest of the people also clenched their fists and secretly pressed their hearts, hoping that A Bing could kill this abominable demon.

To avenge everyone and let them live.

Among them

Mrs. A didn't know it and strangled her arms tightly. The daughter in her arms had been strangled with red marks, but she didn't know it. Strangely, the little girl didn't cry this time.

Instead, he stared closely at A Bing's palm.

A bright light bloomed, and Ah Bing's palm, which everyone had high hopes for, finally intertwined with Huang Yang's bloody clothes.

boom!
boom!
Rumble!
There was a loud noise all day long, smoke filled the air, withered yellow leaves flying around, and weeds flying everywhere.

Amidst the flying yellow sand, Ah Bing was powerless to retreat.

Whoosh!Whoosh!
Panting heavily, looking at the smog swirling in front of him and the scarlet blood flying, a gleam of joy flashed in his eyes.

This is the joy of redemption.

A smile broke out at the corner of his mouth, and A Bing fell into memories.

In fact, as early as when he was very young, he discovered that his right hand was born with supernatural power, which was different from ordinary people. He didn't understand it at that time, and he even injured his little friend because of a momentary miss.

After that, the friends who played with him avoided him and were unwilling to play with him.

He tried to hide his right hand, and kept it in his sleeve all day long, preventing it from seeing the sun.

Day after day, year after year, until everyone forgets, forgets, and in the end, even he himself forgets.

I just thought that everything in his hands was normal, and there was no difference between him and them.

He began to try to stretch out his hand, once every six months, once a month, once a day, and it gradually became normal.

Everything is indeed back to normal, but when he doesn't need to use his right hand, he still chooses to hide his right hand in his sleeve, maybe this has become a habit.

Or a part of life.

As his isolation was accepted, he cherished everything in front of him more and more, and his smile gradually filled his face, turning into optimism now.

"Did you win?"

Ah Bing staggered, his body could no longer stand upright, he swayed from side to side, this palm had exhausted all his strength.

He has exhausted the strength he has accumulated for more than [-] years, and he has done his best.He followed his inner voice and struck out the palm.

This redemption itself is also the palm of the hand that redeems everyone.

Whispering, he looked back at the people who were looking at Qi Yi, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he looked at the smoke again.

Whispered again: "Did I win?"

Before the expression of joy unfolded, his pupils froze.

"Hahaha~~~"

"Your hope is gone, let me see what else you have!"

"Ok?"

In the smoke, Huang Yang's blood-clothed face was covered with blood, and he staggered out of the smoke, as an innate strong man.

Although A Bing's palm that had been reserved for twenty years was extremely powerful, it was a pity that he resisted and walked out alive.

"Then, you are to die!"

Huang Yangxueyi looked gloomy, almost, almost, he died.

This is unforgivable!

But, fortunately, fortunately, he resisted.

A Bing muttered, wanting to say something.It's a pity that I'm so weak that I can't speak anymore.Before closing his eyes, he was already full of despair.

He knew that this time, he was going to die.

Dead.

There is no trace of vitality.

It's a pity that they couldn't be saved!
Thinking about it, he finally turned around, glanced apologetically, and opened and closed his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

Bang!
The body lost the support of consciousness, without a fulcrum, and fell down weakly.

"Whatever you look at, kill me!"

Huang Yangxueyi looked at the people around him with resentment on his face and roared.

Such a scandal must not be passed back to Shuyu, let alone the people of Dimai, so he can only kill to silence it.

"Yes, my lord."

Seeing that the leader was angry, the soldiers quickly responded without any hesitation.

bass!
tread!tread!
Bass, bass, bass!
A silver light bloomed in his hand, and he turned the long sword upside down. The sword body flashed with silver light, and the tip of the sword rubbed against the ground, making a scratching sound.

He wants to kill this annoying boy.

If it weren't for him, he wouldn't have to kill to silence him.

So many people, what a credit!

It's a pity that it all came to naught because of him.

Nothing, nothing.

"die!"

As the pace approached, Huang Yangxueyi suddenly galloped towards A Bing at a very high speed, his sword was invincible, and his figure was like the wind.

Killing intent Ling Ran!
"No!"

"Kill!"

"go to hell!"

"Despicable human race, go to death!"

"Help!"

"Abing!"

"Woo~~~"

There was a lot of noise all around, the villagers begging for mercy, howling, mourning, and the killing and torture of the elves, all of which seemed to have become the accompaniment of Huang Yang's bloody clothes!
"Haha~~~"

An unprecedented sense of joy filled his heart, he was finally about to kill this scourge, the more noisy the surroundings were, the happier he felt.

Mrs. A closed her eyelids weakly, a drop of clear tears was sent out of her eyelids, and dripped onto the ground.

Like bright pearls, broken into bits and pieces.

Do you still want to do this?

Do you still want to die?
My child, mother is sorry for you!
Despair is like a wheel covering everyone's heart, without any hope of salvation or survival.

The comatose Ah Bing, the cheerful Huang Yang Xueyi, the crazy and cruel elves, and the desperate villagers!
The silver light rose, and a dazzling sword light seemed to connect into a silver thread, piercing the space, and the long sword fell, and the tip of the sword was about to penetrate into A Bing's body.

Huang Yang Xueyi could even imagine that in the next second, he would be able to see a beautiful blood-colored rose.

That is, the blood spattered, diffused.

As soon as his thoughts arose, a roar came from the side.

"Bastard, court death!"

Lang Ran shouted loudly, exploding the void!
After drinking loudly, a silver light appeared in the sky, and Huang Yang's bloody clothes stared at it. It seemed that a long sword piercing the sky was coming from the sky.

The sword light is invincible, as if condensed into a long river of swordsmanship, the vast soup, the rolling sword intent is like waves, rolling over wave after wave.

The dazzling sword light filled his pupils!
For some reason, Huang Yang Xueyi only felt a burst of weakness in his body.

The hand holding the sword is stiff and motionless!
clap!
The sword fell to the ground!
There was a huge pain in the body, as if there was a sharp sword light flowing!
Just like the Jianhe in front of me, the vast soup, coming under pressure, only despair in my heart!
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