Zhang Zhitian lay on the bed with Jian An in his arms, his closed eyes suddenly opened, and said, "It's not good, it's murderous." Suddenly leaving the bed, several murderous aura, went straight to Zhang Zhitian. The door of the house was kicked open with a kick, and the sturdy man took the lead to come out, and several bloody masked people then followed in to surround Zhang Zhitian, and the shot was a few knife lights, Zhang Zhitian's face passed by the knife face, Zhang Zhitian hit him with a backhand, it was a sharp sword, and several heads fell. Zhang Zhitian sighed softly: It is difficult to be a good person in the world. A familiar voice suddenly came from not far away, and he hurried out of the house and ran in the direction where the sound came from. The sturdy man glanced at Zhang Zhitian, his eyes showed a gleam, and he instructed the people around him: "Go and kill the others, he can just have me." ”

After about a quarter of an hour, the sturdy man chased Zhang Zhitian closely, and the sturdy man gasped slightly and spread himself on the ground. Zhang Zhitian walked in front of the sturdy man by himself, stood still with his feet, then took a few deep breaths, smoothed out his slightly messy breath, and casually showed a sword drawing style, the sturdy man showed a frightened and unwilling expression, and the sword slashed through the sturdy man's neck.

Zhang Zhitian looked at the corpse of the sturdy man and sighed, but he missed the simplicity of his hometown a little.

Glancing at a few people not far away, his mind moved, and he walked towards the man in black, and walked in front of a few people, and a few people suddenly fell and scattered, scattering in all directions, Zhang Zhitian's swordsmanship was decent, not slow or slow, piercing the back of a man in black, but only a moment later, several people in black found that Zhang Zhitian's movements began to speed up step by step. And more and more obvious clouds and water, freehand artistic conception, every sword is a sword of death, every sword takes a person's life. Zhang Zhitian's hands seem to be blowing willows in the wind, playing with green silk, the calm and natural between movements, each sword is natural and flawless, just like an art, a kind of enjoyment.

This shocked the entire hearts of several people in black, and the strong shock set off huge waves in their hearts, which was difficult to calm down. Zhang Zhitian seemed to have returned to his youth at this time, and his eyes were unconsciously closed. The movements of the swordsmanship are also moving with the feeling, and the sword swung out by both hands is getting faster and faster, and even has brought out a series of afterimages, as if there are countless hands at the same time.

Poof!

There was a series of sounds, the sound of a sword piercing through a body.

After about five or six minutes, Zhang Zhitian stopped moving. The sword marks on the bodies of several men in black also stopped appearing.

The last man in black saw Zhang Zhitian stop, the shock in his eyes lingered for a long time, he took a deep breath, hesitated slightly, and finally couldn't help but speak: "Can you not kill me?" Zhang Zhitian turned his head, looked left and right, and showed a slight smile: "I'm sorry, no." ”