The people who stabbed the short sword for the first time were a strong man.

When he heard Zhao Wujiang's voice "This is not your fault", his eyes were wet for a moment. He did not cut off Zhao Wujiang's flesh and blood, but was stained with blood.

He raised his knife-holding hand with trembling height, gritting his teeth and trembling:

"I already have the flesh and blood of God Zhao Wujiang on my knife..."

The heavy rain hit everyone, and the people of Daxia watched silently.

"What I said before was to cut off a piece of his flesh and blood!" The ghost and god sneered:

"You don't count now!

Come again!

If there is another offense, one person will be punished, and a hundred people will be implicated and killed!"

The strong man holding the knife had red and bloodshot eyes, and his hands were trembling, but soon, a pair of gentle big hands held his hands holding the knife.

He looked stunned and found that it was Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang smiled gently, held his hand, pushed towards the wound just now, and said aloud:

"It's fine.

What's wrong with cutting me a piece of flesh and blood?

One piece of flesh and blood is worth it.”

The strong man was taken with his hands and cut off a piece of flesh and blood from Zhao Wujiang. The size of his fingernail was not big, but it almost made him collapse. He held tears in his eyes and did not dare to look at Zhao Wujiang.

He just knelt down with a thud, kowtowed heavily to Zhao Wujiang, turned around and left, walked into the crowd, and couldn't help holding his cheeks with both hands.

Next.

Next one.

Under the heavy rain, people cut off a piece of Zhao Wujiang's flesh and blood.

Each piece of flesh and blood is not big, but there are too many people.

Soon Zhao Wujiang's whole body became bloody and his face became a little pale, but he still looked at every innocent citizen gently.

The blood mixed with rain was blurred into pieces on Zhao Wujiang's body. He was not intact in his body and soon fell on the pile of rocks.

Finally, a thin man among the people could no longer bear it, trembled all over, and rushed out of the crowd with a knife.

Instead of rushing towards Zhao Wujiang, he rushed towards the ghosts and gods with a fog, and cursed:

"I fuck you!"

He slashed down with one knife, and his body exploded into blood mist in the sky while swinging the knife, falling with the rain.

The heavy rain was getting heavier and heavier, as if it was about to clean up the world. The raindrops as big as beans hit everyone and became more and more cold and painful.

After the thin man exploded into blood mist, he did scare away many people at first.

But more and more people from Daxia stood up, including old men, strong men, and plump women.

Why don’t they understand what’s going on?

But they didn't know at first, but they were not stupid. Through dialogue, they already knew the identity contradictions between Zhao Wujiang, the gods, ghosts and gods.

They are just bargaining chips used to attack Zhao Wujiang.

How many of the powerful people in the world who surrounded them, and the gods who had repeatedly appeared in miracles, regard them as human beings?

Only this immortal Zhao Wujiang, who is willing to trade flesh and blood for their lives for their vitality, truly value them.

They roared angrily in the heavy rain, rushed towards the ghosts and gods with fog, fearing death, and shouted the same sentence with excitement.

"Protect Lord Zhao!"

"Protect Lord Zhao!"

"Protect Lord Zhao!"

"Protect Lord Zhao!"

"Protect Lord Zhao!"

“…”

"Bang bang bang..."

They exploded into blood mist, and the blood never dissipated in the air for a long time, dripping like raindrops, flowing in the broken walls and ruins.

"Ah! My grass, your mother!" Zhao Wujiang roared hoarsely, rushing towards the ghosts and gods like a lone wolf and a wild beast.

"Boom!" He punched the ghosts and gods on the faces, shattering the ghost fog.

The ghost and god were shocked and wanted to resist, but Zhao Wujiang tightly locked his arms and hit him head-on.

With a "bang!", Zhao Wujiang hit the ghost and god's forehead, and the sound of bone tearing suddenly sounded.

The ghost and god were frightened and wanted to resist. He suddenly saw Zhao Wujiang's red eyes as red as blood, and heard Zhao Wujiang's roar:

"Come on the sword!"
Chapter completed!