He cut off a piece of divine deity with one knife! The big guy from the Gods Period.

The powerful man in the Fengshen stage was instantly defeated with one sword. Fang Shaoyang was so powerful that he felt like he was following a boss who was so awesome.

Among dozens of people, Fang Shaoyang is a proud and independent peak, and his image is so tall that it is boundless.

Shangdao carefully pressed Fang Shaoyang's movements, and gradually his eyes became extremely hot. Fang Shaoyang's movements were actually very slow, and very few, unlike those guards who were playing the sky, fancy and whistle.

But Fang Shaoyang could avoid it and chose to wander when he could wander. The steel knife was dragged to the ground by him so casually. However, when any guard showed a trace of empty space, Fang Shaoyang's steel knife was always cut down at a very delicate moment, as fast as lightning.

One knife!

It only takes one knife to cut off those guys' heads directly. In this short incident, seven or eight heads had rolled behind Fang Shaoyang.

When he went to the island, his heart seemed to burn in an instant. He grabbed a steel knife and rushed in. Although his strength was not much different from those guards, he felt that the battle was summoning him. He wanted to go up, and he wanted to use the steel knife in his hand to cut off the heads of these bastards.

Going to the island first, he faced a guard in the early stage of the Gods. He did not rush to attack, but calmly observed, imitating Fang Shaoyang's appearance, sometimes avoiding and sometimes circling. Anyway, before the opponent exposed his weakness, he did not attack blindly.

finally!

It's this time!

He jumped up suddenly, and used all his strength to cut the knife to the fastest speed, and slashed the guy on the back of his head with one knife.

With one knife, he cut off the guard's head half, making him tired even when he went to the island! Such a battle requires a high level of mental power. Although he is tired, he seems to have grasped a trace of the essence.

Fang Shaoyang looked back at Shangdao, "It's not bad, I'm learning very quickly!"

I felt that the battle ended quite quickly when I went to the island, but when he ended, there were only three people left in the field, one of Fang Shaoyang, the other one of Aso Too Snow, and the other one.

The other guards were cut by sickles, and their heads and bodies were moved.

Aso's noble demeanor was gone. He looked at Fang Shaoyang foolishly, his eyes full of fear. The expensive pants were wet, and a strong smell of urine emanated from him.

Looking at Fang Shaoyang who was walking towards him step by step, Aso's eyes were filled with fear, "You don't want it, I'm the little girl of the Aso family, I'm the most loved by the patriarch. Please don't kill me, I can give you whatever you want!"

Fang Shaoyang looked down at Aso Too Snow, and raised the steel knife in his hand. The steel knife was still dripping sticky blood downwards, dripping on Aso Too Snow's face. He was so scared that Aso Too Snow was so intense that he couldn't help but tremble.

"I'm sorry, I want it. I like to use my hands to get it! Be good, stretch your neck a little longer." Fang Shaoyang said coldly, reaching out and pressing down the head of Aso's too thin.

"Cut him! Catch him!"

There were more and more people watching the fun outside. They squeezed outside the glass and shouted loudly. At this moment, the volcano finally reached the critical point of a complete eruption.

Everyone's hearts were lifted up fiercely, and they were eager to see the moment Aso's head landed on the ground.

"Cut! Cut! Cut!"

The neat slogans rang out in the three songs, which excited the white clouds in the sky gradually turned into thick black clouds.

Aso was so scared that his tense nerves were almost broken. He knelt in front of Fang Shaoyang. Aso Too was crying bitterly, "Please, don't kill me, don't kill me. You can make any requests, I will do what you said, as long as you don't kill me!"

"Sorry, I've said just now. I'll use my hands to get what I want. No one can stop me!"

Fang Shaoyang's eyes gradually became colder. With this knife, his wonderful life in the Japanese tribe began, but what if he doesn't matter! He has made the most perfect preparations.

He pressed down the head of Aso's too thin, and Fang Shaoyang slashed the steel knife in his hand.

The head, which had been wrapped in horror, fell to the ground, and there was not even a trace of blood flowing out. It was estimated that his blood had been burned out by tension and fear.

Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!

The crowd burst into heated cheers, and their hearts suddenly felt like they were injected with vigorous nutrients, and they started to party excitedly.

"Hahaha! Aso is too rare! Aso is too rare!"

"Long live Miyamoto! Long live Miyamoto! Long live Miyamoto!"

...

The crowd was cheering excitedly, and the black clouds in the sky were getting thicker and thicker. With a thunderclap, the heavy rain suddenly came, as if coming to gather for this great carnival.

The limbs and clothes that the crowd waving excitedly in the rain, the heart that had been suppressed for countless years, developed a strong vitality like a spring bud at this moment.

Fang Shaoyang walked out slowly with a steel knife. With a step forward, he stood on the eaves.

"The people of Sanqu!" Fang Shaoyang shouted loudly.

The carnival crowd was like a well-trained orchestra, and there was no sound at all. Everyone looked at Fang Shaoyang quietly, including men and women, some as thick and some as thin, but everyone looked at Fang Shaoyang with the same fanatical expression.

"The place where we live is called a slum! We are the most inferior race. Under this sky, on this same land, in this heavy rain, we are the same existence, we shed the same blood, spoke the same language, and we are the same creatures in this world. But! Some people divide our same humans into different levels. Many of us have been labeled as slaves and lowly people since we were born. Would you rather?" The net does not skip words.

Fang Shaoyang roared, his voice like a rolling thunder, slashing rapidly in everyone's hearts. In the thunderstorm that broke into the sky, everyone's eyes burned with flames.

"We don't want to! We don't want to!"

There was no discussion or rehearsal, but their voices were so uniform.

"Humans, we are humans! We are not beasts, nor are we casual flowers and plants. We are different from those nobles, and we all have the same lives!"

(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!