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When the panic reached a critical point, it finally broke out.

In just a short time and a half, more than ten or twenty Wujuns had died at the hands of Zuo Wuzhou. No one was spared, and no one had their bodies preserved. Some were torn apart alive, some had their bones uncovered, and some were beaten to death.

Punctured with punches, some were decapitated, and their death was extremely miserable.

"He is a madman!" The warriors were so frightened that they howled wildly and ran away.

Bang! A punch rose and fell, blasting into the back of a warrior's heart. When he pulled it out, it was not only stained with blood, but even a beating, bloody heart was taken out.

He was full of joy in his chest, and was overwhelmed with excitement for a moment. He raised his arms with great enthusiasm, and the joyful laughter spread from his throat, spread into the sky, filled his intestines, and made people's blood boil with excitement and pride.

Crush this heart, and the sonorous words are accompanied by laughter, shaking into the heart: "Is this your preparation? Nothing more than this, nothing more than this."

The heroes were ashamed and angry.

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The sound of thunder struck, and there was a tremor of the earth shattering.

A Martial Lord was caught up in the blink of an eye, spurting out blood, and was almost torn apart by the heavy punch. He flew out like a meteor and was already lifeless.

Five years of frustration, five years of hatred.

Recalling that five years ago, I was hunted down with no way to escape. I was hunted down by almost all the soul monks in the city. Everywhere in the mountains and plains, everyone had the courage to beat up the drowned dog. The embarrassment at that time, the persistence at that time, the bleakness at that time, Zuo Wuzhou was furious.

Extremely laughable.

If he hadn't been able to persevere that day, if he hadn't escaped with tenacity, how could he be today? Zuo Wuzhou's heart was filled with boundless pleasure, which was exactly the pleasure of killing people and taking revenge.

The heart became colder and harsher, swallowing up the heaven and the earth, a roaring song went straight into the clouds, sweeping the world, and stirred up the world with a word: "Five years ago, I had no grudges with the vast majority of you, but you turned me

Become a drowned dog and beat him up."

"The vengeance of the past needs today's blood to cleanse and repay!" The voice sounded like hell coming from the future, and a fierce light swept across.

Looking coldly, Zuo Wuzhou laughed sarcastically, and the laughter seemed to send the strongest ridicule in everyone's ears: "What's wrong, you had the courage to beat me, a lost dog, today. Today you have become a courageous gangster?"

"Don't you have many Martial Emperors, come on? Don't you have thousands of Martial Lords and Martial Lords, come on!"

"You guys come together, I'll take it all by myself!"

Zuo Wuzhou laughed loudly as if madly, standing proudly in the world. For a moment, the heaven and earth were silent, but he alone was so powerful that he could dominate the world and soar into the clouds.

Although I am only one person, I dare to face countless enemies in the world, and I can defeat all sentient beings.

His heroic smile pointed to the sky, his fists were clenched, which made the heroes tremble and restrain their hands. Woohoo, how happy it is.

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The heroes were frightened, and suddenly remembered the decisive words of the past: "One day, I will come back from hell, drag you to hell together with my own hands, and accompany me to complete the road to the underworld."

"I will be back." That consistent sonorous war voice still lingers in everyone's heart.

The heroes looked pale as they looked at Zuo Wuzhou, who was so powerful that he could dominate the world, and at the peerless god of murder who was running rampant across the world with one punch and one sword, making the heroes fear him.

The God of Death is back. The God of Death, who returned from hell, has returned with boundless blood, bringing with him a huge amount of blood.

He's back.

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"You guys come together, I'll take it all by myself!"

The words resounded into the sky, and the fighting spirit struck people's hearts. Zuo Wuzhou's eyes were twice as dark as ink, and he was so angry that he said, "Dare, I don't dare!"

Five years ago, you dared to chase me. Now, you are frightened by the news. What is the use of your cultivation? You are just a mediocre person.

The heroes were shocked and dumbfounded.

It should be noted that even though there are many soul monks staying in the city and not daring to come and act as enemies, there are still ten Martial Emperors, nearly 200 Martial Lords, and nearly 2,000 Martial Lords.

Zuo Wuzhou actually stood in front of everyone, saying one word after another, provoking everyone. One against a thousand, so what. Born as a man, he should be a hero. He was born with a body of steel, and I have a body of steel.

Full of blood boiling...

The heroes were completely silent, no one uttered a word, no one answered, and everyone's expression changed with horror.

This is true pride. This is true wildness. This is true unruliness.

Even if there are thousands of enemies, I will still attack the invincible with one sword.

No one in the world knows you, no one in the world dares to stop him, but with such a heroic spirit, he is enough to dominate the world.

This emotion and scene are majestic, breathtaking, and unforgettable for a lifetime.

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There are many people who are afraid and unwilling to be enemies of Zuo Shashen. They dare not step forward and do not want to miss out.

Unexpectedly, countless soul monks followed him and fought from a few miles away. Seeing this power, these soul monks' hearts were swaying, their blood was boiling, and they almost wanted to shout out their praises.

I have heard of the power of Zuo Wuzhou, but only today have I seen such unparalleled magnificence.

The soul monk secretly sighed in his heart and felt respect for him.

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Here are hills. In the distance, Song Xihu and Xuanqian, Pang Ji and Nie Wen have arrived at some unknown time. They are watching this scene. Such a majestic scene is shocking.

It is said that one against a hundred is nothing, so what if you become a public enemy, or one against a thousand.

"He..." Pang Ji's eyes widened, and a thousand words turned into four words: "He is the most heroic!"

"In terms of courage and heroic spirit, Brother Zuo is the best in the world and is invincible." Song Xihu even felt a morbid excitement all over his body.

"There are such heroes in the world, they will be remembered forever." Xuan Qian's beautiful eyes glowed.

"He is my friend, my brother, hehe!" Nie Wen was so excited that his whole body was trembling. All his pacifism was gone. The blood in his chest was ignited. He wanted to jump over and fight immediately.

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You should be a hero in life, and you should be a hero in death.

Such a hero's true nature cannot be false. Only those who have great ambition in their hearts can do such a thing.

Like an angry whale fetching water, it soars into the sky with a single word, filled with countless heroic qualities: "You dare to fight me!"

Every word is like the sound of a golden sword, taking away one's heart and soul, and taking away one's courage.

The faces of the heroes first turned gray and defeated with fear, then turned green with anger, and then turned red with shame and anger!

The words were not sharp, but every word penetrated the heart and lungs, like swords coming down, embarrassing the heroes. The curses were not the most painful when cursed. On the contrary, these few words were really arrogant to the point of pain for the heroes.

Because they had actually flinched, been afraid, and frightened in front of Zuo Wuzhou's wildness.

After a few words, it was as if a bloody scar had been uncovered and exposed in front of all living beings.

Thousands of soul monks surrounded a black-clothed Martial Emperor, but were frightened by the power of one man and slowly retreated.

Although there are thousands of people, I will go.

Although there are thousands of them, Zuo Wuzhou is as proud as a god. He instantly seems to be extremely tall, as if covered with a layer of brilliant golden light. Against the background, those soul monks are as small as ants.

"How dare you!"

A sonorous word, full of fighting spirit.

Wherever Sen Sen's gaze went, everyone looked sideways and felt fear. This power is the highest among all heroes, and this heroism is enough to move the heavens and the earth. (!)
Chapter completed!