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"I—" The sword in his left hand was stunned. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He originally thought that with the strength of the two of them, it would not be easy to deal with a child, who knows...

A few people know that people who are used to using their left hand usually forget to use their right hand, so a person who is often left can sometimes be equivalent to a cripple.

Seeing that he was still in a daze, Wang Ziteng laughed, let go of his right hand, let go of his dragon slaying knife, held the stupid Yanling knife on the left, and slashed it according to the sword in his left hand.

"Click!" slashed into the shoulder of the sword in his left hand.

The sword in his left hand gasped in pain, but he was refreshed and responsive, and his right hand turned into a palm, slashing Wang Ziteng's lower abdomen obliquely.

Wang Ziteng laughed and said, "Is my lower abdomen sexy?" The abdomen was retracted back, avoiding the palm gesture, at this time the arm was already straightened, and he pulled out the Yanling knife on the shoulder of the sword in his left hand, and his wrist flipped and slashed a sword to the left against his chest.

"Smack!" Wang Ziteng was slapped by the palm of his left sword, and involuntarily took a few steps back, and with a whoop, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The left-handed sword laughed fiercely: "Don't think that if I am left-handed, you can bully me that my right hand is inflexible." ”

The ropes of the four prisoners had been cut, and as they left, each of them spat at Wang Ziteng.

The prince raised his face and took the saliva of the four people.

When they were far away, the dealer who had lost money suddenly rushed over and coaxed, saying, "This bastard let go of our enemy, disgraced us, and everyone stoned him to death with something!"

Everyone scolded Wang Ziteng, saliva and rotten eggs flew up to Xingtai and smashed on Wang Ziteng. Wang Ziteng didn't say a word, silently picked up the knife, silently endured saliva and rotten eggs, but the corners of his mouth hung a faint smile at an inopportune time...

A luxurious horse-drawn carriage sped along the official road outside the city.

The groom whipped his hand, and the car turned into the side path, and after a while, it entered the woods.

There were seven people sitting in the car, three on the left and four on the right.

The four people on the right were the four prisoners on the Xingtai just now, and sitting opposite them were the one with a sword in his left hand, the other was the one who cut the rope, with white skin, and a middle-aged man in a brocade dress.

The four prisoners sat from left to right in the same order as on Xingtai, which was the rule of the line and represented their status.

The prisoner in the column on the right suddenly said, "Big brother, my neck is cold, as if my head does not belong to me. ”

"Oh?" the boss in the middle frowned, nodded again, and said, "It's really strange, I also feel weirdly cold around my neck." As he spoke, he sat up straight and twisted his neck.

Under the gaze of everyone, a small red earthworm slowly appeared on the boss's neck, and the small earthworm grew longer and longer, encircling his neck.

The sword in his left hand shouted, "Big brother, you... You... Your neck?"

"What's wrong?" the boss was very strange, and wiped a handful of his right hand on his neck, and when he looked at it, his fingers were scarlet, and it was actually fresh blood.

"Me?" said the Boss, his eyes suddenly widened in disbelief.

The bloodied hand slowly drooped, and his head lowered, his head sliding from his neck.

Blood slowly poured out, like a fountain.

But the blood is warm, and it should be said that it is more like a hot spring.

"This ......" everyone was stunned, and they didn't know why.

The questioning prisoner suddenly screamed, and everyone's eyes were busy looking at him again, and the result was similar to the boss, his head slipped off, and the incision was as smooth as a mirror, but the blood was still flowing as usual.

Suddenly, as if a floodgate had opened, his blood gushed out like freshly boiled water.

"Oh!

"I want to... Ahh

Two more screams of panic, and two heads fell from their necks.

The brocade-clothed man was furious and said, "What's going on?"

"Master, listen to me..."The left hand sword raised his palm, trying to appease the middle-aged man, "Huh, my hand?" The left hand sword suddenly felt that something was wrong in his hand, and an earthworm had climbed up his wrist.

His palm, just like that, silently, fell.

"Ah!!" screams, screams like killing pigs!

The person who has lost his head no longer knows the pain, but if the hand is lost and the person is still alive, then he has to endure the pain.

"Raised by a bitch!" The left-handed sword hated it in his heart, and he didn't care that the master was here, so he blurted out countless foul words: "Wow la#¥2......&"

The brocade-clothed master asked, "What the hell is going on!"

The left-handed sword was already so angry that he couldn't speak, and another white-skinned person among them hurriedly explained: "It's that nine-year-old executioner, before we saved people, he played a set of knife techniques in front of Wu Zhi and them, and he should have killed them at that time, Brother Zuo slapped him, and he also sharpened Brother Zuo's sword." ”

"Is there such a thing?" the master muttered to himself: "This person is too terrifying, it is not appropriate to stay here for a long time, coachman, come on and catch the car." ”

Outside the car door, there was a shout: "Okay!", and the car shook and sped forward.

The master's face changed, and he wondered, "Your voice?"

The sword in his left hand had already drawn his short sword, and he flew towards the car door, shouting at the same time: "Master, go away, it's that executioner!"

The internal force runs through the right arm, and the sword in the left hand is fiercely inserted into the door, this broken arm is now like a broken sword, although the sword is broken, the power is not reduced at all.

It's really desperate, Wan Fu Mo dang, the murderous aura of the sword in his left hand and his right arm is ten times more powerful than usual, and the cyclone formed by the internal force on his arm is more like countless swords, tearing the car door to pieces in an instant.

Standing at the front of the car, but the shadow of Wang Ziteng was missing, and suddenly heard the wind whistling overhead, the sword in his left hand was not good, a sword stabbed to the top of his head, and the thing above his head turned around and fled, at this time, a dragon-slaying knife stretched out from under the saddle, stabbed into the crotch of the sword in his left hand, and then stabbed into his body by *.

The sword in his left hand fell unwillingly, and before he died, he finally saw the object that landed on the branch, a small flower dog.

"Brute!" After saying these two words, the sword in his left hand closed his eyes.

"Master, you go quickly, I'll stop him. The white man held the knife in his hand, turned around and urged the master to flee for his life, but the master fell in three steps and staggered, like a weak scholar, completely lost the momentum in the carriage.

The white man turned around, and a delicate and white face appeared in front of him.

His eyes swept over Wang Ziteng's feet, and the white man exclaimed, "Levitation? Are you Yuanying?"

The corners of Wang Ziteng's delicate mouth hooked up a delicate smile: "I have to say, you are out." Stretching out his hand, the palm of his hand conjured up colorful light, blue, blue, green, purple, five-color brilliance flowed, endless, and beautiful.

The white man knows that he will die, so he will no longer resist, what a bullshit master, he is going to die anyway, protect him as a bird.

Seeing that the light in Wang Ziteng's hand was very beautiful, he was envious in his heart and exclaimed: "It's so beautiful, what's your name?"

"Hmm, what are you going to do with the flowers?" said the prince.

Seeing that he was indeed quite pitiful, he said, "Call you ten thousand years." ”

"Ah, it's worth my death!" cried the white man, excited and intoxicated.

The prince was furious and said, "You go and die!"

Spread your palms and slap his forehead.

At this moment, the world is quiet.

The wind is silent and silent, making people feel the existence of time, and the rain is colorful and blooming like fireworks.

Lu Xun once said that there was no rain in the sky, but when there were many dead people, there was rain.

And today, it rained blood!

A golden rain of blood.

The white man's Jin Dan exploded together with his blood, and he couldn't tell which one was Jin Dan and which one was blood.

Wang Ziteng's body was wrapped in a pale yellow ball of light, and the rain was dripping, falling on the ball of light, and disappeared quickly, the rain outside was heavy, but it was safe inside.

Pinching the sword trick in his hand, Wang Ziteng drove the ball of light to fly forward, and after a while, he caught up with the master who fell three times in one step.

Wang Ziteng looked at his funny appearance, smiled happily for the first time, and said, "Master, run slowly, I'm not in a hurry." ”

"I'm in a hurry!" the master replied casually. I felt that something was wrong, and when I looked back, oh my God, the kid was already chasing him, huh? What kind of clothes was he wearing, it was so big, ah! It couldn't be a man-eating thing.

The master simply stopped running, stopped, looked at the prince carefully, and said with a smile: "I remember your appearance, we can find you if you flee to the edge of the sky." ”

"Master is so funny to talk about, he is dying, and he jokes with me internationally. Wang Ziteng sneered and said, "I'm too lazy to kill your pus, Xiaohua, up!"

A yellow shadow rushed towards the ground, the master was taken aback, hurriedly took off the ring on his hand, and moved his lips sexily a few times, only to see that the ring instantly emitted ten thousand white lights, and the dazzling light was even stronger than the sun in the sky.

"Ding-dong. "The ring fell to the ground, but the master didn't know where it went.

Wang Ziteng scolded fiercely: "Bad luck! The opponent's backstage is so hard, I'm afraid Tianyu won't be able to stay." ”

King Ping twisted his neck, stood up, and said, "Okay, that's the end of the story, do you understand?"

"The legend you are talking about is that the head will be cut off an hour after cutting off someone?"

"Isn't this magical?

I thought for a moment and said, "Is it possible that there is some kind of immortal artifact, or some kind of strange magic, such as the 'time conversion technique' mentioned in the inn?"

King Ping nodded, thought for a while, and said, "It's very likely! It's just—" Suddenly he remembered something again, and said, "By the way, don't waste any more time on this issue, there is someone waiting for you to save it." ”

I asked, "Who?"

The King of Equality smiled: "One after another. ”

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