Chapter 236

"Patter! Patter!!"

Kill the two people without stopping for a moment, and walk step by step in the direction pointed by the dark crow. In my mind, I recall the scene of killing the two friars with a tiger's spirit. My heart is not excited. The murderous spirit in my body is more intense. Every step I take, my momentum rises.

Happy!!

When fighting with the tiger's spirit, Emperor Shi Tian clearly felt that every inch of his whole body was beating constantly, sending out an extremely happy feeling. It was a kind of joy, and the blood was happy. It seemed to be a natural nature, a desire for combat, and a deep longing for the battle of knife and blood.

Fight, keep fighting.

The blood of battle flows in the body of the king of beasts. The ancient demon Xiu's natural instinct of fighting was also constantly stimulating his nerves. It made him emerge a strong sense of war, a feeling of not spitting out and stirring in his chest.

In ancient times, almost all ancient demon practitioners had immeasurable talents in martial arts and war skills. They fought with extraordinary enthusiasm and blood every time. It was a collision of forces. It was a contest and comparison between war skills. In ancient times, Fang was the most powerful means of the demon family.

It is said that in ancient times, powerful demon cultivation could break the void and crush the stars with war skills at will. Pinch the sun and moon. That earth shaking magic. It's almost a powerful expression.

For a long time, Emperor Shitian fought against the enemy mostly by virtue of the seven sin demon piano and even his own tiger roaring sound wave. Although strong, he lacked the unique feeling of real fighting from fist to flesh and knife to blood. Feel the blood, the pleasure of fighting. Until today.

When the two friars were killed with one knife, the blade was passing through their bodies. The pleasure in their flesh and blood could not be said. This is the blood in a man's heart. That unique sense of war. This unspeakable mood echoed in his chest, making him feel like vomiting but unable to spit out.

Eyebrow a pick. The evil spirit permeated between the eyebrows. Cold and arrogant, incomparably cold.

A rhyme I have seen in my previous life can't help but emerge in my mind.

"A man should be cruel when he does things. There is no difference between things and benevolence. A man should kill people without mercy. Eternal karma lies in killing..."

I couldn't help but spit out a song. This is a killing song, this is a man's line. In that yea