"Brother Heshan, although it is discrediting to join forces to deal with a weak woman, since he is a blood list killer, he can't take care of it. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"The big husband is not informal, just like that!"

The story of Tian Ji horse racing is very familiar to Confucian people, and the first thing that all Ju Po Gong and Heshan Weng did was to prepare to go all out to win the love letter first, even if life is like sending a love letter and the knife technique is extraordinary, facing the two top masters of Confucianism will not last long.

But it's a pity that there is a back hand in the dark place of Mi Gui's burial, only to see Heshan Weng walking into the air and suddenly a few long needles went straight into his eyes, and while he forcibly mentioned Neiyuan to stop protecting himself, there were two embroidery needles almost inserted into his ears.

Subsequently, there is also a chain of needlework, even if Heshan Weng is as deep as an abyss, but it is not as good as the first strike advantage of the assassin in the shadows, and he can only see that he can't move an inch.

On the other hand.

"Power over the world!"

The domineering dragon chant was deafening in an instant, and the true yuan of the funeral of Mi Gui flowed to the extreme fist Gang suddenly became a flying dragon in the sky, and the gang dragon fist brought up the ripples in the air, and the gang qi swept into the appearance of a dragon, and even the surrounding wind was constantly shattered by this domineering punch, and the roaring dragon fist tore everything in front of him, and the fist wind swept and brought out a half-foot long ditch.

Seeing that this fist was overwhelming the world, and those who blocked it were invincible, the Confucian had to rush to the inner yuan of his body, and then urge the extreme move accordingly.

"The meanness is not easy!"

The sword of the mean, impartial, without the name of inferiority.

Confucian swordsmanship but keep the center, no swordsmanship of the rivers and lakes is full of killing opportunities, but when it comes to the sword, the attack and defense are balanced, and there is no one who can stand out. As soon as this sword was struck, it immediately echoed with the Confucian spirit that had been accumulated in Bailu Academy for hundreds of years, and suddenly formed a wave of offsetting sword qi that broke through the clouds and sky, spanning the eternal clouds.

Subsequently, this heavenly sword qi slashed straight down, facing the end of the fist gang dragon's first peak, and the earth was also cracked under the collision of the powerful power, and the splashed rocks and flying sand were like flying locusts, sweeping the land.

The aftermath swept away with dust, and the pearl Qiu Flaw and Shen Dexiu, who were fighting on the side, also had to be praised and avoided, only to see that the distance between the sword qi of the flawless son had been widened, and he relied on his body advantage to shake the world.

On the other hand, Mr. Xishan also adapted to the opponent's moves at this time, and waved his hand to several seals and golden texts, and bounced away all the sword qi of the attacking body. Subsequently, under the urging of Shen Dexiu's skills, the golden light of these seal scripts soared, forming a golden light barrier outside his body, protecting all parts of his body.

At this moment, in Shen Dexiu's hands, these words are hidden or visible, layered into an unbreakable defense, independent in the aftermath of this unharmed - dare to plot the position of the master of the school, Mr. Xishan still has two brushes in the end.

"Villain, be caught!"

With the help of the time of the aftermath sweep, the power was constantly raised, and after the aftermath, Shen Dexiu's external body Dou Da Jin Zi had already formed a large layer of layers, and as the aftermath passed, it instantly bloomed with boundless brilliance, and the golden light of the Dao Dao suddenly dispersed in all directions, trapping the pearl in mid-air to seek flaws in it.

On the other hand, Mingzhu seeks flaws, and in the face of the surrounding attack on the seal, the corners of his mouth suddenly picked, like contempt, like mockery, and then a white dress turned into a thousand shadows, like clouds and water in the cracks of the word net, moving lightly, and actually avoiding the opponent's tricks.

"This trick is really the same as what Quan Tiantian said!Oh no, probably, this Quan Tiantian has changed again, but what does this have to do with me~~"

There is such a thing as a change of their top boss, and everyone on the blood list has more or less guessed, but the blood list is the existence of each taking what they need, as long as the required conditions are met, they don't care how many times the boss has changed.

The information has already been obtained through the inner part of the funeral, and Mingzhu is prepared to gain the upper hand immediately, and Ming Feng broke through with a little sword qi in an instant, a sword, and pierced the heart.

Whether there is a mental calculation or not, the success or failure of the killer is tied to this line.

The fleeting life, the vitality that disappeared in an instant, the little golden glow that dissipated with the wind and the faint fragments of a mediocre sentence could be seen, but it could no longer be filled, and it was already disappearing in just a few breaths.

"Ah, Xishan Gong!

Haoguang suddenly appeared in the sky, Heshan Weng saw that his fellow practitioners were robbed, and immediately felt extremely painful and angry, and the long pen outlined the sharp ends, and instantly disconnected the long line of the outer body Dao lock step, and wanted to turn to the pearl to seek flaws, and wash the blood feud of the same door.

However, the needle and thread that was originally just entangled in the footsteps suddenly doubled in speed, and even the long thread behind it was as tough as a steel rope, and then a sentence of Sen Sen's poem, which was originally the first person on the blood list to take his life:

"Dare to embroider the gold thread, but I don't want to follow the needle. The wind eaves are a lonely place, smiling and watching the ripples at the fingertips. ”

The sudden surge of killing machines scattered in all directions, making the long sky seem to be much more gloomy, and the embroidery needles flying in the mid-air suddenly turned into a deadly ghost, forcing Heshan Weng to even breathe a lot faster.

No, it doesn't seem, his breath is really messed up.

"You're poisoned!"

Not only Heshan Weng, but also Ju Pogong, who was fighting with the desperate letter, and even Li Yongxiu, who was confronting Qi Guifu, all felt that his breath was affected by the poison. In this kind of life-and-death battle, every slight difference will bring a completely different result, although this toxin cannot see blood to seal the throat, but it can also suppress the opponent's success.

Don't look at the success of a lot of power, this back and forth is to increase the chance of winning by two percent, that is to say, if the burial of Mi Gui originally only had a fifty percent chance of winning, now there is seventy percent!

"This game should have tried its best to fight, to respect the Confucian, but unfortunately the Tao is different after all, there is still a lot to do, and it is not the best policy to lose both with you. So, are you convinced?"

"Even if you don't accept it, what can you do?"