With a cold snort, the old man's low-hanging eyes were raised, revealing a bright light, the fingers of his hands full of wrinkles like dead tree bark flicked slightly, and the wings of the crow shadow had not yet been split with a soft "poof", which was shocked into the wind and dispersed, the black crow unwillingly raised its beak and hit the old man's eyes hard, and was caught by the skinny two fingers, and the two fingers together, the black air between the fingers was swirling, and the black crow disappeared. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Even a mortal junior dares to sneak attack me, I really don't know whether to live or die. The old man took a step forward, and the invisible pressure poured out on the man in the room. However, at the moment when his spiritual power touched him without regret, his face changed.

Spiritual power is like a mud cow entering the sea, and the moment it touches the surface of the unrepentant body, it is swallowed or shattered by some invisible force, without the slightest remnant.

"You are just a waste who has stepped into the realm of consciousness with one foot, you dare to say so boldly, how many points have you opened the aura of heaven and earth? "I don't regret feeling the boiling aura in the air, and I sneered at each other expressionlessly, if I really started to do it in this Meng Yao's boudoir, he wouldn't suffer.

The old man's lifeless old face listened to the unrepentant mockery and sarcasm, and gradually distorted, and the deep wrinkles on his face kept squirming and squeezing out a hideous smile that was more ugly than crying, whether it was true or not, to say that a monk was a "waste" was tantamount to lifting his ancestral grave, and this hatred turned into an undying resentment in a few words.

"What a sharp-toothed yellow-mouthed child, fortunately, the old man came one step earlier, just to clean you up, and let the girl serve the third son cleanly. The old man smiled sadly, and the thin hands hidden under the robe reached out, and shook the girl in the arms of no regrets, and the girl exclaimed, the irresistible restraint and huge force trapped her to suck her into the old man's palm.

Hum!

With a cold snort, the aura was furious, and it twisted hard around the man, making a muffled sound of iron tongs cutting the steel wire, and the girl who had lost her restraints fell back on her unrepentant legs.

The old man shook slightly, a pair of cloudy eyes were even more gloomy, the difference between the mortal fetus and the intention is the suppressive difference in the degree of control of the aura of the heaven and earth around him and the suppressive difference in communication ability, but the old man is only a half-step move, and the half-step movement is the peak of the mortal fetus, it is a mortal fetus, and it is the talent to communicate the aura of heaven and earth, it is obvious that he is not so good in this aspect, he is just a small steward of the Baiyan City Lord's Mansion, he is not the Baiyan City Lord.

"......" slowly pulled out the saber at his waist, and the old man said slowly: "I can't deal with you, I don't have the face to see the third son." ”

Pointing to her mouth, the girl understood, blushed and took a mouthful of osmanthus brew and cautiously approached it, and crossed the mellow osmanthus brew into her mouth without regrets. Looking at this charming and ambiguous scene, the old man was furious, his face turned red, and he seemed to want to eat the two alive.

"You cheap woman, why did the city lord leave you alive in the first place, it wasn't because the third prince begged bitterly, ungrateful things, how could you have the face to hook up with such a wild man!"

The girl looked at the old man with an expressionless face, and there was crazy resentment and hatred in her always gentle eyes: "If it weren't for Bai San's brute who wanted my body and I didn't want to, how could he pry Bai Lin's old dog who didn't distinguish between right and wrong and destroyed me? My Lan family ancestors have been practicing medicine and saving people in Baiyan City for generations, who would believe that my father poisoned the people of the City Lord's Mansion in the name of curing diseases! This is all designed by you, you slave who aids in abuse have a distorted face, aren't you afraid of being punished by God!"

Gently stroking the girl's head, she looked at the old man indifferently without regret, looked at the brightly lit corridor again, and suddenly asked, "Are there any idle people downstairs?" The girl shook her head.

"Below is the dueling table that the bustard mother has prepared for the ranger for the guests to watch. ”

"Oh. He tilted his head without regret, stared at the old man in a daze, and said word by word: "You use a sword, I use a knife, it's very fair, kill you, you don't need spiritual power." The candlelight flickered, and the black crow on the young man's neck with its wings outstretched and wanted to pounce on the sky came alive, a long dark red strange-shaped knife that was three inches wider and two inches thinner than the usual Pu knife, and the murderous dark red strange-shaped long knife appeared in his hand with the unrepentant slapping of the storage bag.

"Hum. The sheath was silent, the blade was self-resounding, and the viscous murderous aura seemed to be substantial, slowly engulfing and submerging the old man.

The first floor of the Warm Dust Pavilion is a private room

Bored looking at the rangers outside the curtain who danced knives and guns to kill them, Bai San drank pot after pot of tea, no matter how cold the tea was, he couldn't calm the scorching flame in his heart, and rubbed his excited embarrassing position extremely indecently, Bai San was about to be burned to ashes by the flames in his lower abdomen.

"Bai Ning, how can this old slave be so unreasonable, I know that the young master I am in a hurry, don't hurry up! Damn, I knew that the Lan family poisoned the city lord and beheaded the city lord according to the law, and the underage was an official prostitute and a slave, so I should have secretly hidden her, young master, where do I still need to stay in this Wenchen Pavilion and look forward to her coming out of the pavilion every day? Lan Mengyao, little beauty, today you are sixteen, young master, I have come to celebrate your adulthood haha. "That not ugly face was distorted with excitement, and it looked like a demon who had sunk in a ghost city that could never be turned over, which was annoying and terrifying.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, and the pineapple wood carving bar on the second floor made a crisp explosion sound, and a blue old figure fell from the second floor with blood spraying, startling the ranger on the dueling platform to jump down, sneaking his head out from under the stage, and looking at the black figure on the second floor who slowly withdrew his feet.

There was silence in Wenchen Pavilion, and there was only the sound of swallowing saliva in the audience. Wenchen Pavilion has always been unable to help dueling, in fact, as long as it is fair, Kyushu doesn't care who duels with whom and who kills whom, you fight life and death, as long as you are willing to come.

But no one, at least the Dala magnates who came from Mu Yan's name, no one dared to make such a fuss, and directly smashed the field of Wenchen Pavilion. Because Wenchen Pavilion is said to be the property of the Dala royal family, and only in this way can Wenchen Pavilion have the confidence and strength to take over so many powerful daughters who have fallen or been cut down, no one dares to smash the field of Wenchen Pavilion, even if it is only a small branch, and its person in charge is only the inspector of the Dala Dynasty in Baiyan City and not a member of the royal family.

Quiet, very quiet, everyone thought that the fierce strongman upstairs was no longer moving, and when someone was already preparing to go to the dueling table to deal with the wounded, a bloody light fell from the sky, pierced the old man's chest, and nailed him to the dueling table, scarlet spread, and a blood-colored flower bloomed.

It was a knife, a knife that looked very strange, with more than a dozen protrusions on the knife, and the delicate and fine lines converged into a lifelike flock of crows, bloodthirsty and crazy.

The clear sound of sucking blood came from the carved patterns of the crows, and the ranger who lived a life of licking blood from the knife couldn't help but turn pale, all this was cruel and elegant, and the luxurious Wenchen Pavilion and the blood-colored dueling table set off each other, and there was an indescribable demonic strangeness.

"Huh, hey, Bai Ning, Bai, Bai Ning?" Bai Sangongzi looked at the old slave who was nailed to death with a knife in disbelief, he couldn't think of how many poor brain cells he had, someone dared to kill his own minions in Baiyan City, in Wenchen Pavilion!

"Who is it, who killed this old dog, give it to the young master, get out of here, get out of here! You should die, you should die! You dare to challenge me, you should die!" Bai San roared with exhaustion, not taking the old man's death to heart at all, but he instinctively understood this behavior as someone disrespecting him, and Bai San's self-esteem, which was very high, was greatly traumatized.

"Ahh A black crow smashed through the dome of the Wenchen Pavilion and landed on the blood-colored demon knife, a pair of dark red eyes stared coldly at the people in the Wenchen Pavilion, no one knew how a crow could have so much strength to break through the dome engraved with the defensive formation.

A bright red floated down from the upper floor, and the nervous people who were startled by the black crow subconsciously looked over, and let out a burst of exclamation, the woman whose eyebrows and eyes had not yet melted was not as beautiful as a mortal background, to like a fairy above the nine heavens, there was no sense of enchantment, but there was a thrilling charm blooming from that beauty.

The woman was held in her arms, and people found that the indifferent man with starry eyes and frost-covered face, dressed in a black power suit, red tunic and blood-colored headband, looked like a lone wolf living forever in the night. One does not know how to judge such a strange combination, ice and fire, sun and moon, they are in conflict, but they are harmonious, and they cannot find a single flaw.

"Lan Mengyao! You slut woman, did he kill my steward? It must be, it must be! I tell you, you are dead, this son will take you back to the City Lord's Mansion to play with day and night, and when I have had enough, I will send you to the untouchable area, I want to see you being played to death by that group of damned sluts! You vicious woman, how dare you kill Bai Ning!" Bai San looked at the man holding Lan Mengyao with red eyes, and roared angrily from his heart: "Kill him for me!"

The four burly men beside him immediately took out their waist knives and went straight to the unrepentant, the blade was indomitable, as if he was going to cut the unrepentant in half.

"Damn, be careful, don't hurt that slut, I'm going to deal with her personally, don't hurt a single hair of her, otherwise I'll kill your whole family!" Bai San roared loudly without regard to his identity, looking at Lan Mengyao's eyes, in addition to anger, there was also a raging flame of greed that could not be concealed.

"He, Bai San. He said dryly, not an inquiry, but an extremely certain tone, he was not a fool, that idiot was so loud that the entire Wenchen Pavilion heard it, and he naturally guessed his identity.

"Kill, kill. Meng Yao rested her head on her chest and nodded slightly, although she kept changing her position and moving to dodge because she was dodging the impenetrable knife net of the four guards, the woman in her arms rarely felt the shock.

Wrapping the girl's arms around her neck, she stretched out her free right hand and stretched it out violently, grabbing the demon knife on the dueling platform from afar, the demon knife vibrate, and the crow resting on the handle of the knife flapped its wings and found another place to settle, the demon knife seemed to have spirituality, trembling and flying out of Bai Ning's chest, and flew straight to the right hand of no regrets.

"Die. The demon knife was in his hand, and he didn't regret holding the girl in a spin, and the four people besieging him stiffened at the same time, and a slender blood line appeared on his neck, and after a while, the blood spurted, and the four corpses fell weakly. I don't regret not looking at the corpse, I shook off the blood on the blade, like a dragon through the sun, three feet away, holding the girl but not feeling the slightest discomfort without regret like death, coming.;