The last trace of the remnant sun in the sky was completely gone, and the faded clouds became black and terrifying. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Yan Shiyi, take your life!"

A thunderous shout suddenly sounded in the distance, but at the end of the sky, it was like a tornado, turning into a violent wind and rain, and occasionally a man in a pale robe was particularly eye-catching.

He was surrounded by wind and rain, looking at his thirty years old, his expression was particularly cold, with a cross crown on his head, his appearance was extraordinary, and his majesty was rich.

Naturally, it is Qin Guanyue, who is on the list of Shura, and this is a real master.

His sword dance was unimaginably light and skillful, and with a slight movement of his wrist, he saw the wind and rain rise with the sword momentum, elongated into a sword-shape, and turned into countless small swords, overwhelmingly surging towards Yan Shiyi.

"Finally an interesting one came along. Yan Shiyi sneered, "However, when did the Military Aircraft Academy become Ji Tiansheng's lackey, it is unexpected." ”

Hei Wuchang saw someone holding up the scene, strengthened his courage, and scolded: "Call the saint by his name, the dog thief is so bold!"

"It's a lot of mouths. ”

Yan Shiyi only glanced at him with the corner of his eye, and the purple night knife was thrown out casually, but he saw an arc of purple light, like an electric fire, and somehow it flew to the location where the black impermanence was.

Hei Wuchang was shocked in his heart, only to feel a sharp pain suddenly coming from his remaining left arm, and he couldn't help but cry out in pain.

The arm was torn apart by the purple arc of light, and it was really painful. The title "one-armed" may be bluffing, but "armless" is really unacceptable. The cold strength of his two people's cultivation is all due to the trigger of his palm, and without his hands, his cultivation can be said to be completely useless, so the pain that comes from the heart is not only the pain of the body, but also the pain of not being able to accept this cruel reality.

This is a more cruel punishment than killing him outright.

"Yan Shiyi, you thing that has been hit by a thousand knives, I want to let you die without a place to be buried!" Bai Wuchang felt the same way, let out a sad cry, regardless of his own life and death, he poured out his cold power with all his strength, and wanted to trap Yan Shiyi's Purple Night Knife.

His efforts were not in vain, and the Purple Night Knife was indeed trapped by the cold and couldn't move.

And the next moment, the overwhelming little sword devoured Yan Shiyi, looking as dense and terrifying as a honeycomb.

Everyone stared nervously and expectantly at the location, expecting that the purple-haired demon king would disappear from this world after the storm, and if there was no longer him in the nightmare, it would be a celebration for the whole world.

However, not only was the nightmare far from ending, but as the eerie, boundless low laughter spread out, everyone couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts, and the haze became heavier, like a mountain.

Purple light suddenly appeared, with Yan Shiyi's location as the core, a ball of purple light suddenly expanded, and the honeycomb composed of countless small swords suddenly shattered, scattered into smoke and dust in the air, and then annihilated into nothingness.

The sky was dark, and as the embers were unwilling to extinguish, the heavens and the earth fell into absolute darkness, no one spoke, the four fields were silent, and time seemed to be frozen at this moment.

However, the boundless low laughter seemed to exist forever, like stars hanging in the sky, strange and shining, and even made people unable to breathe.

It wasn't until the long dragon holding the torch re-lit the area that they regained a little vitality, as if they had grasped a life-saving straw when they were drowning, and they had the illusion of the rest of their lives.

Zheng!

The Purple Night Knife let out a high-spirited roar, violently breaking free of the shackles of Bai Impermanence and returning to Yan Shiyi's hands.

Qin Guanyue was as light as a straw, falling on the guise of a magnificent restaurant, with one hand on her back, although the position was shorter than the beacon where Yan Shiyi was, but the grandmaster of that faction had no reason to make it tall, and there was no feeling of inferiority at all.

"I see. He said.

Those who listen to it naturally find it inexplicable.

Until he continued: "It's just that you have a vain name, and you are not a trash fish that can be slaughtered casually, and it takes a little effort." This is commendable, after all, there are only a dozen or so people in the world like you and me, and it is also commendable to be able to fight against them......"

Yan Shiyi interrupted him unhappily and said, "This is the end of the tirade, you are chattering like a long-tongued woman, I am ashamed to be with you!"

Qin Guanyue didn't care and said, "I'm afraid that after today, you won't be able to hear others speak." ”

"It's unfortunate. Yan Shiyi suddenly laughed, "I knew that you were so kind, when I cut off Lu Qizhong's dog's head, I should keep it and give it to you to make a night pot." ”

Dragons have reverse scales, and when they touch them, they are angry.

Lu Qizhong is not only a famous general of the Military Aircraft Academy, but also has a relationship with the two Qin brothers, otherwise it would be impossible for the Military Aircraft Academy to withdraw from the state and track down Yanlongtu in the name of peace.

Qin Guanyue was simply furious, a little on tiptoe, his body was like a big peng spreading his wings high, although his eyes burst with anger, the sword in his hand danced lightly, not touching a trace of fireworks in the world.

Although the sword is light, it weighs more than 10,000 pounds.

He intended to take the lead, Yan Shiyi still looked down on the white clouds and dogs, and the purple night knife instantly swung several times, and the swords collided like gold and stones, and the lightning was full of fire.

Between the advance and retreat of the sword moves, the order is orderly, showing the exquisite basic skills; and then looking at the body method, the feet are not in the right step, with the stars as the chessboard, and there is no chaos in the presumptuous vertical and horizontal, showing that he is well versed in the way of close combat. Every step of it, the hard work paid is unimaginable to ordinary people, and it is all tempered by thousands of tempers, just like Yan Li's sword heart.

The reason why a master is a master is because he has a heart that can endure loneliness.

Coincidentally, Yan Shiyi was able to be ranked on the Shura list, of course, it was not a fluke.

But seeing that his feet did not move half an inch, the black knife in his hand alone did not leak, so as not to let the other party look at any vacancy.

The two warmed up and made them warm, but said that Yan Li, he couldn't help licking Shen Liuyun's earlobe, and when he woke up, he realized that the disaster was coming.

Shen Liuyun's beautiful and vulgar face instantly froze into ice, and his beautiful eyes revealed endless shame and anger, which turned into a cold and penetrating murderous intent in an instant.

"You're looking for death!"

Almost without thinking, she rolled over, hovered in the air, her palms were full of strength, and her vitality surged out without saving, forming an incomparably terrifying wave of vitality, which stirred endlessly in this small space.

Yan Li was shocked, his limbs were locked, and he didn't even have a chance to parry, so he really couldn't think about it now. The wind and waves are all happy, is it because of the impulse that she is going to die in her hands?

But when it is difficult to extricate oneself, it is difficult to calculate, isn't this also the weakness of human nature?

If she dies at the hands of the enemy, she may have anger, but if she dies at her hands, she has no right to anger.

Just when his consciousness was in a trance, a bright light appeared in the chaotic heaven and earth, and the big sword that opened the gate of heaven flashed on the ground, erecting a five-colored rainbow bridge to connect this realm.

Besides, Shen Liuyun struck out with one palm, and it was too late to retract his strength when he was awake.

Rumble!

Between the loud noises, the turbulent cloud-like vitality expanded with a five-colored brilliance, and the small courtyard disappeared in an instant.

ps: I've made amends to everyone, and I'm going to a relative's house again, and I can only wait for the empty chapter to be filled. I might have to go to another county tomorrow.,Class reunion or something.,I don't feel so busy before.。。。