One person transforms the gods into the heavens

Chapter 34 "Killing Song"

Complete "Killing Song" lyrics:
In the Yanhuang land, there are so many heroes, one enemy is not afraid of a hundred people.

People are not timid, Qiu Bixue, look at the blood of my Chinese man.

The man's blood, he is heroic, his arrogance is like iron.

With a golden knife in his hand and white jade on his body, he is hungry to eat the head of a beautiful chief, and thirsty to drink the blood of Rakshasa.

Children's love, let's throw it away, Han Haizhi, only now.

The man travels thousands of miles with his sword, beheading Hu Jie all the way.

Flying battle songs by the Aegean Sea, singing for my Huaxia congratulations.

Steel knives are danced in the city of Tokyo, and the knives are all stained with the blood of Japanese slaves.

Set up a class with super ambitions, observe the Suwu Festival, sing Wumu Ci, and do Yishui farewell.

The fallen leaves are rustling, the blood of the strong men is hot, the cold wind is like a knife, and the mournful songs are loud.

And quickly cross the Tianshan Mountains, and sweep the Kuye with a long bow.

The iron ship went straight down Sydney Cove, and a shot broke the night of the North Sea.

The luck of the western barbarians is over, and the great man is like the sky.

Put together one hundred thousand heroes and swear to paint the whole world as the color of China, and when the time comes, we will drink Luoyang wine together and get drunk on the bright moon.

Man, be violent.Things and benevolence are inseparable.

A man should kill, and kill without mercy.

The karma of eternal immortality lies in killing people.

In the past, there was a handsome man with a strong sense of loyalty.

Yazi kills people, and his body is lighter than a feather.

There are heroes and tyrants, killing people like hemp,

Galloping around the world, only boasting of swords and guns.

If you want to look for this kind of thing, you will be fishing for the shadow of the moon in vain.

Don't you see,
Confucianism has swarmed up strong men to die, and Shenzhou has since praised benevolence and righteousness.

Once the barbarians were in chaos in the Central Plains, the scholars rushed to the cowards and wept.

I want to learn from the ancient style and revive my heroic spirit.

Fame is the same as dung, and those who disdain the benevolent ridicule.

Wearing a sharp iron sword on his body, he can kill people when he is angry.

Cutting shares and drinking, chatting and laughing.

It takes ten weeks to kill an enemy thousands of miles away.

Dedicated to Zhutian Guangyu, and Jieming Mingqing.

Going out of the west gate, Mu Ti turned his head back.

Tired and sleepy, the battle horn suddenly blows.

Ximen leaves his mother, the mother is not sad for the child.

The body promises historical events, and the man will never return.

In the fighting world, the Yin Court was terribly frightened.

Killing a person in three steps, the heart stops and the hands don't stop.

Blood flowed for thousands of miles, and the corpse was pillowed on Qianxun Mountain.

After the strong man has fought, he is tired and sleeps on the enemy's corpse.

I still kill people in my dream, and my smile reflects Suhui.

Daughter Mo Xiang asked, why is the man so fierce?
Since ancient times, benevolence and virtue have only harmed people, and morality has never been true.

Don't you see,
The liger's prey is famous, but who can pity the poor elk?
The world has always been strong against the weak, even if it is justified, it is in vain.

Jun Xiu asked, a man has his own man line.

Man, be violent.Things and benevolence are inseparable.

A man's business is in the battlefield, his courage is like a bear, his eyes are like a wolf.

If you are born as a man, you will kill. Don't teach a man's body to wrap a woman's heart.

The man has never been shirtless, and laughs at each other even when he dies.

There are a hundred places on the battlefield of the enemy, and every place is willing to be green with weeds.

Don't tremble, man, there are songs for you to listen to:
Killing one is a crime, and killing one is a hero.If 900 million are slaughtered, you will be the hero among the heroes.

Xiongzhongxiong, the way is different:
See through the thousand years of benevolence and righteousness, but make this life a glorious one.

A good name does not love a bad name, and a million people are killed without punishment.

I would rather teach thousands of people to gnash their teeth and hate, but not teach and no one will call me names.

Looking at the world for 5000 years, where can heroes not kill people?
My generation is a hot-blooded and good man, but can the present lose to the ancients?
How much is a hundred years?What a generosity!

The child should be built for me, and I will sing for the child.

Beckon seaside gulls and birds, look at the clouds and dreams in my chest, how is it near?
Chu Yue waited to hear, but there was a turmoil in his heart and gallbladder.

Life matters are given by the sky, and they are whirling.

Several people looked at each other, smiling drunkenly.

Seeing the clouds passing by, fearing the majestic years, throwing them away like a shuttle.

Advise the son and hold the candle, so as to spend the spring in a good way.

(End of this chapter)