Chapter 610: Phoenix and Phoenix, Qin and Sword! (Middle)

Weak people can only live by relying on others and looking at their faces!

This is the sorrow of the weak and the fate of the weak!

If you want to change, you must become a strong person!

At this moment, Chu Rui doesn’t want to speculate on the mood of the victims who have not yet died, and the enemies whose brothers and companions have died! Because he will never become such a being who can be manipulated by others. The weak have no mood to feel or understand the feelings of the weak!

Drops of water penetrate rocks, and sand gathers to form a tower!

It is undeniable that the weak are indeed inferior to the strong, but they have one thing that the strong can never do, and that is unity. Strong people are proud and disdain to cooperate with others. Literati have always looked down upon each other, which has been the case since ancient times. But it’s not just the literati, it’s the same for warriors as well. Especially geniuses, all of them are arrogant people. Faced with the same existence as yourself, who would look down on whom?

What Chu Rui wants is chaos! Yes, what he wants to create is chaos in people's hearts. Originally, it would take a lot of effort, but unexpectedly, the vampire's light words directly achieved what he wanted.

This is really awesome!

Even if you are really an ant, why the hell can't you be more tactful? You are so straightforward, what do people think? md, I'm going to be sacrificed. It's okay if you don't appreciate the victory I created with my life, but you still belittle us, ignore us, and spurn us. As a girl, you have to be shameless to a certain extent, right? It's like you're starving to death, and someone kindly gives you a steamed bun to save your life, but you meow like crazy and still think the steamed bun is unpalatable. Such shamelessness and despicability can be considered a state of mind.

Chu Rui knew it without looking at it at all. At this moment, the enemy people looked at the nine masters standing in front of them. They looked at them as if they were a savior or the Dinghaishen Needle. But now, in their eyes, there is such unwillingness, resentment, and even resentment!

Even a lowly person cannot be abused and humiliated like this. After all, everyone has a different face, not to mention the elites who were selected for the expedition. If he hadn't been suppressed by the momentum at this moment, he might have jumped out and cursed with his hot temper.

I traveled thousands of miles to come here. For the honor of the country and the interests of the country, not to mention my life, at least I worked hard, right? However, now he is regarded as a victim, a lowly victim who may die at the hands of his own people.

Many people felt despair at such a moment. Especially those who watched their comrades' bodies explode in front of their eyes, and all their flesh and blood were sucked away, their eyes were even redder. They were not just dejected, their hearts were filled with uncontrollable resentment and hatred. Maybe it won't affect the country now, but they hate the nine masters in front of them who don't take their lives seriously, and they hate it to the core of their bones. On the battlefield, if the heart is not united, half the battle is lost. Moreover, this has not yet planted a seed in the hearts of these players and those players who are watching the live broadcast. Even if it doesn't make them defect, it can at least prevent them from responding to such calls. As a result, there will be less pressure on China in disguise. In the future, if Chu Rui is shocked again, he will completely stop their thoughts.

"Master, what about you? Do you think so too?"

Chu Rui turned his head and looked at the monk who was still trying to dissuade him from turning back, with a half-smile on his face.

"Amitabha, you have sinned. I have sinned so much that I should go to Abi Hell!"

When asked by Chu Rui, the monk's expression showed extreme pain, but his position did not change. In fact, when he took action to cause all this, he had already made up his mind and there was no turning back. Even though he had his own reasons, what he did was what he did, and this was an unchangeable fact. A monk and a believer in Buddhism slaughters innocent people with bloody hands. This is against his Tao. After today, if he doesn't die, he will become a demon. There is absolutely no other way.

"You guys should be almost ready, right? Then, don't waste time. Let's get started! I came here in a hurry and haven't eaten yet. After this fight, I can go to the Five Zang Temple to comfort me."

I... grass!

Chu Rui's words suddenly shocked many people. Even in this battlefield where the swords were tense and the atmosphere was extremely stagnant, there were still many people who were shocked by the thunder.

Brother, this is a battlefield. In the blink of an eye, countless lives are lost. Can you be more serious?

Many Chinese players who were originally nervous suddenly felt dumbfounded. They couldn't help but look at Chu Rui in the air, but found that his expression was serious, without any ridicule or deliberate insult to the enemy. Let me tell you, is this what he means? Many people's eyes suddenly widened. Isn’t this too crazy? You don't take them seriously at all! What is ignoring, this is it. The two armies faced each other, and they set up a dragnet-like formation to surround him. Under such a situation, they didn't take it seriously at all, as if he was not the one trapped. The worry of life is right in front of you. However, he was concerned about eating. This... a group of people were speechless for a long time, but they suddenly found that they had no idea what to say!

"Changes will happen later. Let's go up and kill this guy together. Don't be careless because of his age. I believe everyone knows the great achievements of this young man. If you hold on to that bullshit cold pride at this moment and don't use all your strength, Then you’re a pig.”

The vampire night owl-like voice in black robes and bloody face sounded again, vicious and violent, and his words were extremely unpleasant to listen to. Even though what this bastard said was true, such remarks made a group of people look ugly.

"Master, things have come to this point, and there is no way for you to retreat. Your temple, which has been passed down for thousands of years, and the lives of tens of thousands of monks, are all in your mind. I believe you will make the most correct decision. choose."

Glancing indifferently at the old monk with a white beard and a white beard, whose muscles on his face were constantly twitching slightly and his eyes filled with regret, the Japanese Onmyoji who had been motionless said coldly.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk looked increasingly painful, but there was nothing he could do about it. He didn't know what to say, so he could only recite the Buddha's name in a low voice, which he had to recite every day. He was confused and in pain, but he couldn't resolve it. At this moment, he could only subconsciously recite the phrase "Amitabha". Is this due to accumulated habits, or is there something else? No one knows! I am afraid that even this old monk has not understood what he is thinking at this moment, and what he feels in his heart when he pronounces "Amitabha" in his mouth!