My spirit of Douluo is a spirit ring

"Didn't you seek revenge on Brother Jiu?"

"Don't you always say frankly, are you right?"

"Isn't all this my own choice?"

"Didn't you say, blood for blood, tooth for tooth?"

"Tang San! I didn't do what you said, if you kill my mother, I will smash you into pieces!"

Xiao Wu questioned, and pulled out the magic sickle in anger.

The moment the magic sickle left his body, Tang San felt that his whole person was empty, his body staggered back, his heart was shattered by a sickle, and his divine body was severely injured.

But compared to the physical pain, the pain in his heart is the most painful.

This is his favorite person.

Xiao Jiu laughed and clapped his hands and said, "This is retribution!"

"Tang San, didn't you keep saying that if you don't avenge your father, why do you think you are a human?"

"But you personally killed Xiao Wu's mother, shouldn't you let Xiao Wu split you into pieces?"

"If you resist, it means that you don't love Xiao Wu, so die!"

Xiao Jiu gave Tang San Da big smiling face, Bibi Dong's play is really beautiful!

"You!~~" Tang San coughed wildly with anger, and the corners of his mouth were blushing.

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath. Xiao Jiu was so heart-wrenching. If Tang San refused to let Xiao Wu kill him, he would agree to Xiao Jiu's words. Guilt.

However, if Tang San was really killed by Xiao Wu, wouldn't he want to watch Xiao Wu marry Xiao Jiu?

The revenge of the parents cannot be avenged, and the loss of Xiao Wu can make others perfect.

This is simply not looking at him.

"You are too vicious!" Tang San roared.

Xiao Jiu shrugged and said, "Xiao Wu, go on!"

"Ok!"

Xiao Wu nodded obediently, and walked towards Tang San step by step holding the Rakshasa magic sickle. With eyes full of killing intent, Tang San kept backing away in fright.

"Go to hell!"

Xiao Wu waved the Demon Scythe of Rakshasa in his hand, slashing towards Tang San's face.

Tang San still didn't have the courage to die, he was not reconciled to die just now, stepping on the ghostly shadows and evading a sickle.

"Teleport!"

Xiao Wu's body suddenly disappeared and appeared on Tang San's back. The Rakshasa magic sickle traversed an icy arc and pierced Tang San's head fiercely.

"Xiao Wu! Do you really want me to die?"

Tang San didn't expect that Xiao Wu would actually use spirit abilities on him, and every scythe would attack him, which clearly meant he didn't want him to live.

Tang San turned his back and grabbed the blade of the magic sickle with his hand, his palm was scratched, and he roared with painful eyes:

"Xiao Wu! Although your mother died at my hands, if it weren't for Bibi Dong and Xiao Jiu's calculations, how could I miss her and kill her?"

"Bibi Dong and Xiao Jiu are your true mother-killing enemies! Xiao Wu."

"Tang San! You're still lying to me!" Xiao Wu shouted angrily, and the magic sickle in his hand pressed down.

puff!~

Tang San's arm was directly cut off.

"Why, you just refused to believe me?" Tang San broke out in a cold sweat, but what he hurts most was that Xiao Wu refused to listen to her explanation.

Xiao Wu shook her head with a look of contempt: "Do you believe what you say?"

"You said, Bibi Dong and Brother Jiu were the murderers who killed my mother because they deliberately resurrected my mother."

"So, according to your statement, shouldn't Clear Sky Sect be blamed for the death of your father Tang Hao? Then why don't you seek Vengeance from Clear Sky Sect, but go to Brother Nine instead?"

"Also, the murderer who killed the whole village of Brother Nine's parents shouldn't be Wuhundian, but your parents! Your parents were obviously chased by Wuhundian, why do you want to hurt innocent people?"

"You can delegate all the responsibilities to others, and what you do is never wrong, right?"

Holding the magic sickle, Xiao Wu stepped forward again.

Tang San was speechless when Xiao Wu asked, speechless for a while.

He couldn't think of a reason to justify his behavior, and couldn't think of how to persuade Xiao Wu, and he was worried.

Xiao Jiu curled his lips and said: "Tang San, don't put yourself so high-sounding! In fact, you have always believed in the law of the jungle, and you believe in the strong."

"Only you are allowed to provoke people, and no one is allowed to provoke you. I think that everything you do is right."

"Unfortunately, you are not a strong man, you are just an ant. But what makes me sick is that you are an ant, but you have to pretend to be a strong."

"You didn't die, it was because others didn't want to care about you, not how awesome you were!"

"You don't have the heart of a strong man, you don't have the courage to fight against the sky, you are just a self-righteous poor worm who wants to inherit the position of God. Isn't the God used to kill? Isn't the position of God used to grab?"

"Isn't the strong just for surpassing?"

"If you dare not draw your sword and fight the sky, you still dare to fight with me? You are looking for death!"

Xiao Jiu sneered again and again, from beginning to end, he did not regard Tang San as an opponent, his goal had always been the gods behind Tang San!

Xiao Wu didn't want to talk nonsense with Tang San, the magic sickle in his hand slashed towards Tang San's head again.

Chapter 481 The god descends, first beat Tang San.

"Xiao Wu! Do you want me to die?"

"Do you know how much my heart hurts?"

Seeing Xiao Wu attacking frantically with the devil sickle, Tang San's inner pain couldn't be added, his voice was sad, and he kept shouting, trying to make Xiao Wu stop.

"Then you know how painful I was when you killed my mother?"

Xiao Wu smashed Yinfang, so she didn't talk nonsense with Tang San at all. The Rakshasa magic sickle in her hand became more and more comfortable to use, especially Xiao Wu's soft bone melee spirit ability, when used with the magic sickle, its lethality increased sharply.