A blood-red light rose from the limbs of the black-clothed "man", and where the light flowed, the flesh and blood quickly recovered as before. The other two corpses of the black-clothed man quickly dried up, and the blood-colored light still did not stop, flowing all over the black-clothed "man", and between the opening and closing of the eyes, a pair of blood-red eyes emitted a light without any emotion.

"Sure enough, it is out of the realm of people. Is it really impatient, and immediately use reality to prove that you are inhuman? Tianyue pointed with a long knife, "In order to congratulate you on your new life, how to die, I give you the right to choose." ”

The black-clothed "man" who had turned into a monster roared, and there was only one thought left in his mind, kill! Kill all visible life! With both arms poked out, his ten fingers were like hooks, and he grabbed at Tianyue's chest.

Looking at these hands that were glowing with blood-colored light, withered ten fingers, and sharp grasps, Tianyue did not retreat but advanced, stepped up and leaned over, and a clanging sound came, and dozens of knives were waved in an instant. As a result, the other party's hands were unharmed, but his own knife had dozens of more gaps. The black-clothed "man" seemed to be unconscious, his eyes shot out with red light, and the wounded beast pounced again.

Relying on his flexible body technique, Tianyue carried a knife and rotated around the man in black, and the man in black's whole body was cut up and down by his long knife, and he was already naked, but there was no scar.

Tianyue spat hatefully, his grandmother's, the master has become a servant who serves it to scrub the bath, I don't know how many years of old skin have been shaved clean, and the folk have not been so clean when they kill pigs and lose their hair during festivals. It seems that ordinary means really can't help this guy.,It's just that I don't know how many such monsters there are.,If there's too many.,It's really a little troublesome.。

There are many kinds of troubles, and there are many ways to solve them, but the simplest and most direct is to go down with a knife, what money, favors, and evil fate flow and cut off, and from then on the sky is high and the sea is wide, and it is easy. Of course, there are also failures, broken knives, people die, but people are in trouble, what is it! The knife momentum of the small slashing knife is complicated, and it contains many strange tricks, but Tianyue only cultivates one secret technique to cultivate, just to cut off, floating beings, mountains, rivers and mountains, whatever it is, one knife is all broken, so this style is called a secret technique? Broken!

The figure is high and vertical, holding the knife in both hands, from top to bottom, slashing obliquely, the knife looks unfast, but people can't avoid it, this knife is broken, and it can't be avoided.

The person who had turned into a monster also seemed to feel the danger, and he screamed, and the blood-red light was flourishing, wrapping his whole body thickly, and at the same time, he took a big mouth, and a bloody arrow spurted towards Tianyue.

Looking at the oncoming blood arrow, sure enough, there is nothing new except poison? I don't know if this is considered "scared of urine", Tianyue thought a little viciously in his heart, if he didn't dodge or dodge, this knife would be called broken, and there would be no room for maneuver.

The sword light slashed through the blood arrow, and the blood arrow was like a poisonous snake broken in two, more like a man who had finished his majesty, and even an eighty-year-old woman looked down on him with a soft face. Then, the sword light slashed through the monster's body, and the body that could resist gold and iron did not cause any obstacles, just like the door of the woman waiting for her lover to steal the meeting, it was closed during the day, rejecting people thousands of miles away, and at night, the dog could open it with its tongue. After that, the sword light fell to the ground, reaching the handle.

If you don't pull out the knife, you can't draw the knife, and the huge true yuan is all contained in the knife body, and the result of the full release is that the knife becomes powder, and the person is broken!

Smelling some heavy bloody gas, Tianyue sniffled in annoyance, and the killing intent in his heart became stronger and stronger. Similar sins are happening everywhere, and the teachings of the sages pale in front of them. Luckily, we still have knives!

Tianyue took out another knife from his backpack. Without any hesitation, he strode into the thick fog. This time, I will not be careful, let alone dodge, and I should be impulsive a few times in life, regardless of any consequences. Everything, with the knife in his hand, to talk about it, just ask whether to do it or not, whether Mo Si is worth it.

The first to meet with Zhang Lan and the others were the four brothers of the Lian family, who were not injured, but their faces were a little pale. Zhang Lan glanced at the four of them, and just said that it was okay to continue to look for others with everyone.

The fog obscures the view and hides the secrets. No one knew that the surprised eyes of the five people, Sigui, Dutou, Sunset, Ruins, and Cooking Smoke. The five of them didn't understand until they died, how could this be? So they don't blink to death, they love poetry very much, but unfortunately poetry can't give them food, clothing, shelter and transportation, and always want to wait until the next mission is over and then go into hiding, and this next time is as endless as the lazy man's tomorrow. I don't know if they regretted it before they died, and if they wanted to tell others what they felt before they died.

Wang Huanzhang is a confused person, and the people who are confused in the team have not been distinguished until now; At the same time, he is also a kind person, when he saw the dead Sigui and others, he mistakenly thought that the other party was his dead companion, and now there is no way to collect the funeral for them, what he can do is to help a few people close their eyes. He stepped forward and gently touched the eyes of a few people. The ground in the northland in winter was cold and hard as iron, Sigui's fingers were flesh and blood, revealing Sensen's white bones, and the last bit of strength in his life turned into a line of small characters on the ground in front of Wang Huanzhang's eyes. The white mist was heavy, and Wang Huanzhang, who had always been a little careless, suddenly burst out of his forehead with a layer of fine beads of sweat.

The spirit array is still too far away for Zhang Lan and these people. There are some things that you will never be able to touch without the support of the sect. There's a joke about a farmer who wants to become an emperor and queen, and the farmer says he just wants to put a bowl of sugar water at each end of the field. In this way, you can drink sugar water on either side of the work. Is the farmer stupid? No, it's just that the environment limits his horizons.

Martial artists practice, and those who have sects will never be able to experience the confusion of these scattered cultivations. Sometimes it's just a layer of paper-like obstacles that can make you turn around in place for a lifetime, which is why so many warriors pounce on Qiulanyu like moths to a fire. Being able to enter the innate is the dream of all martial artists, even if they pay their lives for it.

The ruins in Qiulanyu are in an uproar, and of course the Snow Forest Department will not be stupid enough to share such a secret with everyone immediately, and spend a lot of money to invite a master to probe and find that the prohibition there cannot be entered congenitally, otherwise triggering the ban will destroy everything. In this case, the things in it are subject to prohibition, and most of them are useless for the innate above, even if they are slightly supplemented. Otherwise, there is no need to think about participating in the competition as an innate powerhouse.

The level determines the horizon. The battle between the warriors gathered by many ants is like a farmer in the countryside fighting for a few seedlings and a few more water sources for irrigation.

Zhang Lan didn't make a move, and all his mind was used to sense and probe the surrounding aura fluctuations. The enemy is dark and I am clear, and the formation has not been removed, and the constraints on everyone are too great. It's a pity that he has very little knowledge of formations, and he can mostly listen to others, but fortunately, several people around him are veterans of ups and downs, and no one is anxious and reckless, at this moment, he can't be in a hurry.

The warriors who came here also knew that the best way at this time was to wait until the other party appeared. This formation has no ability to attack the enemy, only the ability to encircle the enemy. Not moving is the best choice.

No one knows where the enemy comes from or what kind of person they are. But no one knows that there is a teenager who has divine consciousness, and the distorted divine consciousness is also divine consciousness. Therefore, there are a few more souls under Tianyue's sword.

The ice fog gradually faded a little. Tianyue knew that his divine sense was immature. You can only detect what is going on around you. Now it can be extended to two zhang away, such a distance gives him the confidence not to be afraid of plotting.

Late Spring South Road is a place for tourists to stop and linger in spring. More than ten miles of spring breeze and flowers, floating for half a day, is enough to leave you with a beauty worth recalling for a lifetime, but at this time, the late spring South Road is a bald man, and people don't have the mind to take a look.

There was a story of a bald man smiling at a bald man in the folk of Zhou, and the naughty children of several years old knew that it was a legend of nothingness. But today, in late spring South Road, a sudden change occurred! It turns out that flowers really don't just belong to beautiful women, they bloom and can be enjoyed in the harsh winter.

In the cold wind, in the ice and mist, all the plants on the ground came alive in an instant, the green grass was knee-high, and the flowers were in full bloom, but the residual snow on the ground was still there! There is no life growing in the spring, but there is the slump of all things in the cold winter.

Several turquoise vines rose strangely, winding towards Tianyue who was moving forward without warning. A few Xanthell ears completed the course of several seasons in an instant, and several Xanthell ears let out a piercing scream that broke through the air, shooting together.

Everything is born? Spring sleep? Far from the grass? It's psychics! A spiritual technique that can only be performed by sect disciples and spiritual people! Spiritual warriors do not have wild cultivation, without exception will be accepted by the sect to cultivate, born with the aura of heaven and earth can communicate with the spirit of heaven and earth do not need to be like a warrior to climb step by step and gradually practice, they are really the darlings of this world. But in such a scene, which of his grandmother's boring spirits would come!

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