The sound of "da-da-da" became more and more urgent and dense, like raindrops hitting rubble, thunder struck the earth, and there seemed to be beads falling on the earth between heaven and earth.

In the thick fog, Han Xianba came slowly on a tall horse with a silver spear in his hand, and the sound was the sound of the horse's hooves falling to the ground.

The cold and murderous aura of the first person in the world with a gun rolled in, and the dense fog dispersed and retreated, flashing a great avenue for him.

On the opposite side, a carriage also came slowly.

Zhao Xuanji came by car, at this time he looked haggard, as if a mountain was pressed between his brows, he did not leak the slightest breath, hidden in the thick fog, and his Taixuan knife was on the side of him.

When the two met, they unexpectedly did not draw their swords to each other, nor did they have too many mood swings, on the contrary, they were both very calm, and the calm was a little weird.

Han Xianba untied the burden behind him, stretched out his hand and stroked the three wooden tablets inside, his resolute and handsome face showed a little tenderness, and with a slight wave of his hand, the three tombstones fell in front of the horse, lined up, father, mother, little sister, three wooden tablets, three blood feuds.

The first person in the world to use a gun took out a hosta hairpin from his arms, the hairpin has been a long time, and no one has worn nourishment, the surface has a patina jade spot, the early years have not left home, the little sister is still young, the two often sit on the steps in front of the Han family, he braided the little sister, the little sister lay on his knees, squinting, with a smile, watching the people and traffic on the street.

Before entering Tai'an City, he resisted his little sister in the famous Furong Street in Hanxi, from one end to the other, the little sister's stomach was round, and he was reluctant to put down the roasted sweet potato in his hand, he asked the little sister what else she wanted? The little sister said that she wanted the stars in the sky. He smiled dumbly and said that that is what your husband will do in the future, and my brother can't give it, so change it for a gift. The little sister tilted her head and thought about it, wanting a hairpin. He said, "Okay!" When he entered Tai'an City, he first went to buy hairpins, as long as they were expensive and good.

But the hairpin was not sent, and the person was gone.

Han Xianba's baby stroked the hairpin, as if he was greeting the departing person: "Little sister, my brother will avenge you." ”

On the other side, Zhao Xuanji, who was full of exhaustion, let go of the reins of the horse and dropped the horsewhip, like an old man who was old and old, drove from Xichu to this place, and had exhausted all the essence of the first person in the world to use a knife.

Slowly lifted the curtain, there are two clothes in the carriage, one is Mrs. Du Juan's, and the other is his son Zhao Wuji's, the two shirts are the same as a set of styles on his body, ordinary fabrics, ordinary styles, nothing special, but for a family of three, it is a must-wear shirt for shopping.

In Luoyang City, traveling for a family of three is a unique scenery, and others can't envy it.

Zhao Xuanji stretched out his hands and picked up the two shirts, buried his face deep in the clothes, as if his wife and children were still around, he said hello, his son Zhao Wuji rushed over like the wind, and the father and son could still make a move in the small courtyard, the two agreed that as long as Zhao Wuji's wooden knife could rely on Zhao Xuanji's clothes, even if he lost, from childhood to adulthood, Zhao Wuji had never won, but Zhao Xuanji knew that his son would win soon, but now it was too late.

Throwing his clothes into the air suddenly, Zhao Xuanji grabbed the Taixuan knife next to him, and put his toes on the carriage a little: "Madam, Wuji, Zhao Xuanji will accompany you." ”

Han Xianba slowly put the hairpin back into his arms, a simple maneuver, the silver spear changed from erection to front stab, the body rose up, flat and straight, and simply stabbed to the opposite side.

Both of them are masters at the pinnacle of cultivation, standing at the highest place in the world, the speed of the shot is as fast as a streamer on weekdays, ordinary people can't see the moves clearly, and the moves are fierce, they can turn over the river and the sea, but at this moment, the movements of the two are surprisingly light, especially slow, like catkins floating in the sky, and there is no ruthlessness to fight for their lives.

Murong Yanzhao, who was hiding three miles away behind the stones, held his breath, his eyes widened, and he smashed on the stone with one hand: "Obviously so slow, why can't I see clearly the way they use their guns to open their hands!?"

As soon as he gritted his teeth, Murong Yanzhao climbed the stone with his hands and feet, he wanted to get closer, he wanted to see more clearly.

"Young Master!" Sang Sang was in a hurry, and grabbed Murong Yanzhao's leg to prevent him from moving forward.

"Get out of here!" Murong Yanzhao yelled, broke Sang Sang's white fingers, jumped off the rock, and never left the two of them who were fighting, is there such a big gap? They are already so slow, why I still can't understand.

The boy rushed forward like a mad leopard, closer, closer, and I could see clearly.

Han Xianba's gun and Zhao Xuanji's knife had collided on the way to the boy's run, the gun body went straight and straight, the knife body drew an arc, and swept up obliquely against the gun body, and the place where the two touched bloomed a burst of calcium carbide sparks, like fireworks rising in the night sky, the sky full of fog was swallowed and compressed by whales, and frantically rushed to the place where the two were standing, the white mist became a water mist, and the water mist condensed into water droplets, and tens of thousands of water droplets continued to be compressed, becoming a crystal clear huge water droplet, suspended between the two, reflecting the figures of the two, shining in the sunlight,

Han Xianba's spear pierced Zhao Xuanji's shoulder, and there was a piece of bloody flesh hanging from the Xuanhuang at the tip of the gun, Zhao Xuanji's knife slashed down heartily and slashed on the other party's body, Han Xianba's shoulder to the abdomen bones were all broken, and blood gushed out like a spring in the rainy season.

After a shot and a knife, the two of them did not retreat, but each took two steps forward, Han Xianba grinned, picked up the gun in one hand, and forcibly put Zhao Xuanji in the air, Zhao Xuanji slowly twisted the Taixuan knife inserted into Han Xianba's abdomen, and made a friction sound that stirred the bones.

Murong Yanzhao, who was running, suddenly stopped his pace, his eyes were full of horror, not that he couldn't see the movements of the two clearly, but that the two didn't want to entangle with each other too much at all, this decisive battle is only life and death, there is no victory or defeat, so what will happen to the breath released when both of them die?

Murong Yanzhao did not hesitate, turned his head and fled, waving his hands at Sang Sang continuously: "Sang Sang, run away, run away......"

The little maid Sang Sang did not turn her head and run away, but ran towards her own young master, her little feet stepped on the ground, gently, shallowly, like a little cat coming home from the rain: "Young master, young master!"

Murong Yanzhao gritted his teeth with hatred, stupid, stupid, Sangsang, you stupid little girl, it's better to die!

The vitality in the sea of snow mountain qi exploded out of the body, and blood continued to surge out of the seven orifices, connecting into a red line in the air, Murong Yanzhao forcibly broke the mirror, maximized his speed, hugged the oncoming Sang Sang, and swept farther away.