Since you are afraid of what is in front of you, then close your eyes and open them again to see, maybe you will not be afraid, and the teachings of Hua Youyue seem to appear in your ears again.

Chu Xianzhao closed his eyes and listened attentively to everything in the world, the sound of rain falling on the bluestone slab, the gasping sound of the dead wolf's discord, and the hissing sound of the rain wind passing over the blade, like the grinding of teeth before a hungry wolf was killed.

He is now besieged by a pack of wolves, the dead wolf group is the most murderous of all the gangs, these hungry wolves who have been walking the rivers and lakes for many years will never give their prey any chance to live, they will only pounce on it and bite the throat of the prey.

If he could still use the king's breath, these jackals would only be prostrate at his feet, too pressed by his king's power to get up, and now the only thing he could rely on was the sword in his hand.

Chu Xianzhao felt that every drop of rain falling on his body was heavy, his head ached faintly, and the sword in his hand became heavier and heavier.

He can't die here, there are people waiting for him to go back, there are people who say to himself in his heart.

The breath of the wolves was exhausted, and in the next moment, everyone in the dead wolf group suddenly stepped on the ground, and their bodies seemed to have turned into a phantom, and an invisible sword net instantly enveloped Chu Xuanzhao, and the murderous aura condensed on the blade of the sword.

The so-called birth murder sword must have the consciousness of taking a step and never withdrawing the sword. For the dead swordsman who walks the rivers and lakes, even if he does not have the talent to fight, he must have the consciousness of going to death, in order to control this extremely fierce swordsmanship, and when he kills, he must foresee the picture of being killed by his opponent, and the moment he comes out of the sword, it seems to go straight to the Yellow Spring!

Chu Xianzhao took a deep breath and suddenly took a step, and the sword body walked through a tortuous route, and the winding path was graceful like a beautiful willow eyebrow.

Fang Cai's immobility was actually that he was cultivating sword intent, and when the sword body could no longer bear the sword qi he poured into, it was instantly released, and there was a majestic scene of this sword qi like a river tide.

One sword and two dragons!

The Dead Snake Crowd in all directions seemed to have turned into an illusory shadow, and there was a sword blade in the shadow that came straight out.

Everywhere he looked, there was a killing intent sword aura, and the wolves pounced on him, with a sharp roar.

The sword qi soared into the sky.

The rain curtain over the slum suddenly stopped at this moment, and then it was pushed back by this extremely violent sword qi, and the black rain cloud was torn open a big hole.

The bright moonlight poured down, and a wooden pillar destroyed by the sword qi fell into the street, and the sound of gold and iron colliding was fleeting.

In addition to the Red Shadow, the swordsmen of the Dead Snake Crowd knelt down on their knees and fell heavily in the rain, their bodies covered with mottled and terrifying sword marks, and the sound of falling to the ground was heard for a while.

Chu Xianzhao let go of the sword in his hand, and the close-fitting soft armor on his body shattered inch by inch.

He staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground, his blood-soaked white hair glowing scarlet, staring vacantly at the bright moon.

After a long time, the directors who had gone and returned saw a scene that made them overjoyed.

"It's finally dead...... You're dead, you wild seed. The returning principals pointed at him and laughed like little people scratching their ears and cheeks.

Chu Xianzhao's lips trembled slightly, blood gushed out of his mouth, and he was in a deep cold.

Chi Ming covered the wound on his chest, and looked at the white-haired young man who had slaughtered all his subordinates with palpitations, looking so sad and indignant.

He raised the broken sword in his hand, intending to deliver the final blow.

Then, a huge black shadow descended from the sky, accompanied by a sharp crow's song.

When he subconsciously felt the danger and wanted to turn around, the black shadow struck him in the back with the chain knife in his hand, and the blood rose like a blooming rose.

After all, Chi Ming was the one who licked the blood from the knife, and the sudden pain from his back made him not choose to turn around, but stabbed the sword into Chu Xuanzhao's chest without hesitation.

Just half an inch away from Chu Xianzhao's chest, the blade of the sword suddenly stopped, and no matter how much strength he used, it was difficult to pierce half an inch into his chest.

Because at that moment, his hand had been cut off.

Chi Ming fell behind him in pain and shock, only to feel that the sky was spinning, and he stumbled a few steps before falling weakly to the ground.

The black shadow wiped away the blood splashed on her body in disgust, glanced at Chu Xianzhao, and sneered: "This is the fate of you who don't need our help, just as pitiful as a mourning dog." ”

"I was meant to be a lost dog...... We all are. Chu Xianzhao smiled forcefully while coughing up blood, feeling that the cold and mean face in front of him was very kind.

Chu Xianzhao wanted to say something, but the black shadow suddenly pulled him up and slapped him in the face with his backhand, "Bastard, do you know how many people we died to find you?!"

Chu Xianzhao looked at her blankly, unable to say a word.

She stared at Chu Xianzhao's eyes and said softly: "Don't be stupid, do you think we really want to save you? If you die, all of us will have to be buried with you, you take a good look at them, their homes have been trampled to pieces by the Yinguo Iron Horse, but we still have to come to save you bastard! Because their families are waiting for them to go back in the Yinguo, we are the only ones in Sunset City who really don't want you to die here...... So, don't die!"

"Watch him!"

Jiang Tang pushed Chu Xianzhao to one of his subordinates, and at the moment when his subordinates caught Chu Xianzhao, Jiang Tang bullied forward and launched an attack.

Before the rest of the Filthy Wolf Demons could react, they watched as she leaped to her feet, the chain knife in her hand flashing with brilliance.

Jiang Tang spread his wings in the air like a black crow, revealing his slender arms like white jade, holding a pitch-black blade thinner than paper in his hand, and deadly poison was applied to the blade.

Chu Xianzhao sat up tiredly with his palms on the ground, and when he saw the scene of Jiang Tang's attack, a bright light appeared in the originally somewhat dim purple pupils.

He had long seen that Jiang Tang's strength was not bad, although the qi in his body was not very majestic, and he did not make all kinds of majestic qi attacks, with the rapid circulation of the qi in his body, he increased his action speed to an unbelievable situation.

Jiang Tang's knife is sometimes as calm as a rock to the ground, sometimes as fast as a river flood tide, and the shot is concise and neat, and always maintains a principle.

What can be solved with one knife will never be solved with a second knife!

After a while, Chi Ming looked down at his neck, a bewitching blood flower rushed out of his neck, and the woman in black standing behind him turned out a beautiful knife flower in her hand, and when the tip of the knife drooped slightly, a few drops of blood slowly fell into a pool of blood.

With his last strength, he roared fiercely at the remaining dead wolves: "Even if they die here, they will be slaughtered for me!"

After saying that, he fell heavily to the ground, and the blood spots under his body gradually increased.

More black shadows appeared from all directions, and the situation that was originally in control was reversed in an instant.

The remaining wolves had a huge hideous look on their faces, and began to rush forward with their swords in a jade-burning attitude.

Jiang Tang showed an extremely cruel smile, and countless black shadows came towards her foothold, and she met the wolves who were besieging her extremely quickly.

Crow Qiwei held a special chain knife in his hand, which could avoid the intersection of short-handed soldiers, but in three or five strokes, he broke the wrists of several wolves.

The chain knife wrapped around each other and brought up a big blood flower, and cut off a big head around the body, and the hand was extremely clean and neat, without half a cent of mud and water.

No matter how strong the wolves were, they were nothing to mention in front of the ghostly sword shadow, and the wolves were constantly beheaded by them, and their broken arms fell heavily in the rain, and the screams were filled with great despair.

Jiang Tang kept swinging her knife forward in the rain, letting the bones pile up under her feet, and the breath exuded from her body was as natural and warm as a woman's thrush, which was difficult to resist and could not resist, so she could only let the knife in her hand cut off her head.

Every time she swung the chain knife, it was undoubtedly a bloody storm in Chu Xuanzhao's opinion, and the power contained in the swing of the chain knife was enough to split the person into two halves, which was an easy way to kill people with the chain knife without her using half of the qi machine.

The wolves who killed in front of Jiang Tang were suddenly frightened by the terrifying chain knife in her hand, and they had nothing to say and nowhere to hide.

Chu instantly summoned dozens or hundreds of crow Qi Wei to enter this Shura battlefield continuously, just like watching a group of hunting crows swoop down, and the wolves that collapsed and despaired turned into flesh and blood in their mouths.

Some people howled and flew up and were killed by them, or fell in the blood and groaned and wailed, but he could no longer remain calm, and a look of shock flashed in his incomparably magnificent purple eyes.

These principals, who had been sheltered by the Shen family for many years, looked at the crows who were slaughtering wolves in the rain with horrified eyes, as if they had seen the scene of a group of demons dancing wildly.

The chain knives in their hands could easily kill these wolves that made the swordsmen of the rivers and lakes frightened, and the wolves were cut in two by these people wearing crow masks with their swords, and thick blood rose to the sky.

The hearts of the principals were quickly occupied by fear, and the hands hidden in their sleeves became cold, they would rather never have done such a thing in their lives, and they lived well under the big tree of the Shen family firm on weekdays.

If it weren't for this sudden bastard trying to eradicate them, they might not have come to this point.

It wasn't until they came to this point that they realized how cruel the reality was.

Just now they were still laughing at Wei Jing's final retreat in their hearts, but now they were going to be one step ahead of him.

I don't know who shouted, and several of the governors began to run wildly, eager to regenerate two legs.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted, "Don't move!"

The fastest runner tried to stop, but it was too late.

He felt a pain in his chest, at first it felt like he had been stung by a bee, but soon the pain began to magnify, and a distinct streak of blood spread from his chest.

A string of shiny beads of blood appeared on his back, his body suddenly stiffened, his limbs were broken by brushing together, and the whole person turned into a distinct mass of flesh and blood, which was extremely disgusting.

It was only now that they could see some extremely thin long threads above their companion's corpse, like dense webs woven by spiders.

These silver threads were imperceptible, but they were enough to cut through the human body, and countless beads of blood hung on the long web, so that they did not dare to move even a step forward.

The remaining captains were like prey caught in a spider's web, feeling that there was an impassable wall in front of them, and they would die if they passed.

The wolves had no way to retreat, and soon the shouting of killing gradually stopped.

In the hands of less than half a stick of incense, this group of wolves that frightened the rivers and lakes of the Southern Continent, including the leader, all died here.

Laughter came from behind them, with a chill that made them shiver.

They turned around stiffly and saw Chu Xuanzhao, who was covered in blood, holding two swords in both hands, blood beads still dripping from the tips of his pure white hair, more and more smiles on his faces, and the coldness in his eyes became more and more heavy.

Behind him stood a group of Ravens, and all they could see was the smiling face.

They knew they were going to die, and there were so many unexplained things about this bastard, too many hole cards that they couldn't see.

"Assassins with crow masks?!Who the hell are you, and why are they working for you......" someone shouted at Chu Xuanzhao with all his might.

Chu Xianzhao shook his head and said: "They are not working for me, they are working for themselves, they have come all the way from Yinguo to Luoyang City to find me, hoping to bring me back to Yinguo." ”

"Bring it back to Yinguo?Who the hell are you?!"

"Didn't you see my eyes?"

"You...... You are...... Are you that person...... Why...... Shen Sanqian wants to ...... with you," the captain named Uncle Dog said in horror.

Chu Xianzhao said softly: "There is no need for a dead person to know such a secret, do it, Jiang Weichang." ”

Jiang Tang raised his hand softly as if he was combing his hair, and the wall of cobwebs behind them suddenly advanced.

The next moment, the bodies of several governors suddenly split apart, turning into a disgusting pile of flesh and blood.

Chu Xuanzhao didn't want to give the losers any chance to say their last words, nor did he want to listen to their last words, so he turned around and faced Jiang Tang and the crow Qi Wei she brought to the end.

Jiang Tang faced the white-haired young man who couldn't afford it, and glanced at the crow guards who put away the chain knife behind him.

They patted the blood on their robes, knelt on one knee, clenched their fists and said loudly: "See you in the four guards of the Crow's Nest, see His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

Then someone knelt down and clenched his fists and said in a deep voice: "The three guards of the crow's nest are Chang Baiwei, see His Royal Highness the Prince!"

"Zhang Yuting, the second guard of the crow's nest, see His Royal Highness the Prince. ”

“...... See His Royal Highness!"

“...... See His Royal Highness!"

When Chu Xianzhao stood up straight, the people of the Crow Qiwei had disappeared, like a hurricane blowing away, and only this woman from the west who had saved him from the dire situation several times with a blood-stained chain knife in her hand was left.

Chu Xianzhao hesitated for a moment, suddenly remembered the courtesy he had given her that night, wiped the blood on his forehead, and said stupidly: "Count me as owing you a big favor, I will pay you back when I have the chance." ”

Jiang Tang slowly withdrew the knife behind him, and said in an indifferent tone: "I assassinated Chu Xiaohua back then, he spared me twice, and now I have saved you a total of twice, and now I am clear with your Chu family." ”

Chu Xianzhao stared at this moving face that was as cold as frost, and once again felt the importance of the Xilin woman to love, and said softly: "Well, you and my father have cleared up, and now I owe you a favor." ”

Jiang Tang just wanted to say something, but Chu Xianzhao suddenly spat blood from his mouth, and he staggered and wanted to fall backwards.

Jiang Tang stepped forward and grabbed his arm to hold him steady, frowning and said, "What kind of superior posture are you putting in front of me, you feel very tired and lie down and talk to me, there is no one else here,"

Chu Xianzhao raised his arm, wiped the blood stains on his face, and said with a strange smile: "Then you sit." ”

Jiang Tang didn't hear anything wrong with this statement at first, but when Chu Xianzhao picked up the sword box that was thrown in a pool of blood, she understood the dirty meaning of this sentence, and before she had time to get mad, Chu Xianzhao suddenly said: "If you can continue to fight, accompany me to kill someone." ”

Jiang Tang looked at him deeply, and then nodded.

The gap in the rain clouds that had been emptied by the sword qi was quickly filled by the rain clouds, but the rain was much smaller than before, and only a few drops fell on the two of them.

Chu Xianzhao carried the Apocalypse Sword Box on his back, hung Chengying and Chunjun on his waist, and walked on the street like a sword seller with a ** upper body.

His face gradually calmed down, although his face was a little pale, and the qi in his body was about to be exhausted, it did not affect what he was going to do next.

Jiang Tang followed him like a shadow, and a faint look of tiredness inevitably appeared on his face.

The two of them slowly left Silk Street, and the combination of the two was very strange, like an elegant female crow guarding a young eagle covered in scales.

There should have been a national enmity between the two, but in a foreign land, they protected each other very tacitly, as if they were facing their own relatives.

At the same time, there was an uproar in the Shen family's trading house, Wei Jing and Uncle Dog embezzled the pawnshop and casino of the Qinglou opened with public funds at this time by the Shen family slaves smashed into ruins, including those hard-to-change mahogany furniture was smashed like waste wood, and the ground was full of scattered silver tickets and silver taels, and no one dared to pick up even one.

The shopkeeper clutched his injured arm and lay on the ground and wailed, and in the face of these sword-wielding slaves, they no longer dared to insult them with any radical words.

The overall situation has been decided, from now on they can only continue to be the Shen family's dogs, if they are willing to let themselves be the dogs,

Hundreds of Shen family slaves, including those who were willing to follow the eldest lady, looked indifferently at the miserable fate of their colleagues, and the eldest lady stood at the front of them, condescendingly looking down at these traitors who begged her for mercy.

To Chu Xuanzhao's surprise, she did not stay in the mourning hall to mourn Shen Sanqian like yesterday, but took a group of domestic slaves to destroy all the properties that Wei Jing had laid in Luoyang City over the years.

The woman's face was calm and there was no joy or anger, but the palms hidden in her sleeves were clenched into fists and trembled.

Because she knew that Chu Xianzhao had single-handedly won this civil war in the trading house, and he had lived up to his expectations, but she was still very worried about his situation and whereabouts, because he didn't take anyone to face Wei Jing at all, but let them stay by his side to protect her.

Even if the wind and rain slowly stopped, another bigger storm was set off at this time, all the properties under Wei Jing's control were smashed to pieces by the Shen family's slaves, and the front of his mansion was surrounded by many men with sticks.

Ignoring the begging for mercy from their families, they smashed through the mahogany gate, completely controlled his family, and then took out boxes of wooden boxes full of gold and silver tickets.

The people who had gambled that the Chu Instant Church would die in the civil war of the merchant house did not expect that this legendary man who would turn into a dragon as soon as he entered the setting sun would single-handedly overthrow all the subordinates who wanted to target him.

As for the eldest lady of the Shen family, when the traitor forces were transferred to deal with Chu Xuanzhao, she let her loyal subordinates take the opportunity to control all of Wei Jing's estate.

As long as Chu Xuanzhao can go back to the Shen family manor tomorrow, then he is a well-deserved head of the Shen family, and everything in the Shen family's business house will be in his hands.

Outside the gate of the Wei family's mansion, there was an old man in a green shirt and bastard shoes sitting on the steps of the door, with him as the center, surrounded by Wei family slaves who were lying on the ground with sticks in their hands, and there were faint moans from their mouths, and there were a few blurred pieces of flesh and blood, which could vaguely be seen to be a person.

Back then, he broke the sword basil of Li Qianfu, the sect leader of the Qinglian Sword Sect, and he was the man who was kicked and broken by the way.

Meng Shishi, a name that looks low-key.

The old man looked at the direction of the sword qi rising, and said with a light smile: "Shen Sanqian, Shen Sanqian, you have finally done something to make the young lady feel at ease, you are so ambitious!"