I am the ruthless king

"The poor guy who was abandoned by the way of heaven." Hearing this, the ruthless man frowned slightly. There was too much in this sentence.

Sword Spirit's eyes wandered, and he opened his mouth to speak.

The ruthless man noticed that the sword spirit was in a strange state, and immediately activated his mysterious skills, and the blood in her body was churning, and a booming sound erupted.

"You can say whatever you want. If it touches any taboos, I will stop it." The ruthless man spoke, and a circle of light rippled around her like ripples.

Ruthless people do this not without purpose, there are endless secrets in the world, some things should not be said indiscriminately, once spoken, it will lead to catastrophe, catastrophe may come to the world, or it may come from a certain person or something thing.

Can make the sword spirit so nervous, what he wants to say may be related to the branch of the practice system.

"Forgive me, King of Man, I can't tell you now, although you are powerful, but compared to that era, you are still too weak. There is absolutely no way to prevent disasters from happening..."

Sword Spirit was ashamed, his voice became smaller and smaller when he spoke behind his back, like a child who made a mistake.

It was the first time I heard someone say that I was weak, but the ruthless person didn't feel angry at all about it. The road to practice is very long, and now she has not even reached the level of the Red Dust Immortal. Admitting her own weakness is something to be happy about. thing.

"I know, but when I become the Immortal King, I will come here again. I hope you can give me an answer."

The ruthless man stood up, his sleeves fluttering, and his beautiful figure disappeared here.

……

The wind blew by, showing some coolness, and a blood-red twin lotus flower slowly bloomed, beautiful and enchanting.

A man sat cross-legged in the blood lotus. He had black hair and black clothes, a resolute face, and a pair of sword eyebrows added to his charm.

At this moment, he closed his eyes tightly, and a trace of trembling appeared on his fortitude like a knife-sharpened face.

"How can the sword intent here be so terrifying? It was so calm before, but now I am really a small boat under the raging waves. Who said that if you survive a catastrophe, you will have future blessings? What about the treasure? Opportunity What? Damn..." Mo Wushuang said to himself.

Although this place looks extremely peaceful, there are hidden murders.A cloud here, a gust of wind, every plant and every tree contains sword intent.What a terrifying kendo attainment this is.

Its sword intent has long been integrated into nature, and it does not harm its carrier at all. This is a supreme state.

Moreover, this kind of sword intent can still be accumulated on the monk. At first, Mo Wushuang thought it was nothing, but as time went by.

Only then did Mo Wushuang realize that a terrifying energy had condensed in his body, but this time was approaching, to the point of killing him.

With every move he made, his body felt like being cut by a mountain of swords thousands of times. The pain was so severe that one could commit suicide voluntarily.

For this, Mo Wushuang could only stretch the blood lotus and resist desperately, but it was futile after all. Today's Mo Wushuang is like fighting a trapped beast.

"Damn it, I was framed by my closest relatives and I didn't die. I was besieged and killed by everyone, and I can save my life, even if I jumped off the Kowloon Fallen Abyss, which is known as the death dragon. I survived. I wanted to find it. The opportunity came from Returning to Yingzhou Haotu, I didn't expect to die so aggrieved now."

Mo Wushuang spat out a mouthful of old blood, and a big hole was made on his shoulder at some point, bloody and bloody, extremely terrifying.

Mo Wushuang's thoughts changed. Although he is now at the end of his rope, he is still calm in his heart. It is very difficult to survive in this ugly world, and it is even more difficult to do harm to everyone and live a chic life.

But he, Mo Wushuang, did it, killing the Son of God and humiliating the Goddess.He is proficient in killing people to seize treasures, setting fire to mountains, cheating and abduction.Now that he has come to this end, he can only be killed by a little bit of sword energy, how can he be reconciled to this.

"Aren't you willing, do you want to come again?" A voice came from the mist, it was extremely pleasant, but it made the whole space tremble slightly.

The sword intent that was originally shrouded here was instantly cleared, even the sword intent in Mo Wushuang's body was like this, it disappeared completely like a clear smoke in a dream.

"Who is your Excellency?" Mo Wushuang asked subconsciously, one sentence could completely wipe out the sword energy that could take his life, and the opponent was obviously stronger than him, so he didn't dare to neglect, and quickly cupped his hands.

"You don't need to know that."

The mist was blown away, no, it should have dispersed on its own, just like a minister meeting a king, respectfully.

At the end of the field of vision, a blurry figure appeared, she carried a mysterious and unpredictable aura, making people unable to see the depth clearly.

Finally, when the mist cleared, it was a woman, her white clothes filled with snow, and her hair hung down like a river of stars.She is unreal, almost dreamlike.

Seeing the ruthless face, Mo Wushuang suddenly had the feeling that he had never seen a woman before, what exactly did he see before.

However, Mo Wushuang is not an ordinary person, otherwise he would have died millions of times.

Immediately, Mo Wushuang quickly lowered his head, not daring to show the slightest blasphemy.

"I deserve to die the most. I shouldn't have seen Your Excellency's fairy face. Please forgive me." Mo Wushuang said in a low tone.Of course, only he knows what he really thinks.

Only by being able to bend and stretch can one be able to struggle in this cruel world, so what about bowing one's head, that's just a way to live better.

This is how he survives.He knew exactly who he was.He also knew that his cultivation was achieved by himself, not by chance or luck.

Mo Wushuang is the most disdainful of a certain kind of guy, desperate to save face, just relying on one mouth, saying that I will protect you and not let you be wronged, but there is no strength in it. He went to rescue soldiers, relying on his own luck and the people around him who helped him to fulfill his promise, and finally put all the results on himself.

It is obvious that others have put in hundreds of times more effort than those people, but they rely on their own luck to practice rapidly.Far more than those who practice hard.

But, this is the fact that there is always a type of people in the world who are born with good luck. There is no way to change this. We can only work hard to be ourselves, try to understand the rules of the world, and know how to use the rules to make ourselves better. live.