The origin of all hatred is always indistinct. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

And the end of all hatred is the end of life.

Wang Boguang drew his sword, and the sharp sword qi was stimulated through the meridians, slashing towards the meteor that flashed in the sky.

There is more than one meteor tonight.

Because, Fang Zhongxin's arrow is flying.

"I didn't think you would have entered this realm!" Wang Boguang snorted coldly.

"Hey, it's thanks to your gifts." The corners of Fang Zhongxin's mouth twitched slightly, and he slowly retreated.

He completely retreated into the darkness behind him, and began to run around Wang Boguang, the bowstring in his hand was trembling slightly, and wisps of cut light flashed, hitting Wang Boguang's whole body.

The master fights, the qi is circulating, and each blow has a special rhyme.

Wang Boguang condensed his qi to the extreme, surrounded by knives and knives, forming a vacuum circle around his body.

Respond to all changes with the same, and never deviate from their origins.

Under pressure, he broke through an arrow, and the sword shone like a dragon, looking up to the sky and roaring.

The scorching battle is fought between the two.

In such a formation, all fluctuations in the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi were bound in this space.

The end of the world is just a stone's throw away.

Zhao Liangchen looked at Wang Boguang who was wielding a sword dragon in a daze, and realized that the low old man next to him was actually a hidden master.

"Fall phoenix kill!" A soft drink in the dark. héiyaпgě

Several arrows of light came one after another like the tail of a swimming dragon.

Wang Boguang's face became more and more solemn, he changed his single knife to holding the knife with both hands, and slowly pushed it out.

At the same time as he rolled out, his face turned blood-red, strangely blood-red.

The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi seemed to be sluggish by some kind of attraction, and the viscosity in the void was like dried blood, and it was extremely difficult for any foreign alien True Qi to break through.

Fang Zhongxin's fall to the phoenix is approaching.

It's like a small fish jumping into the beach, the sand and gravel are constantly entangled, and Fang Zhongxin's stunt of three arrows comes at the tail, and suddenly falls into a sluggish gravel, unable to move forward.

The two sides are fighting to the death, but one of the two sides of the battle is hidden in the darkness and cannot be seen, and the other side is red and seems to be unable to hold a knife.

It's all wrestling, wrestling where you can't see it.

Burst!

There was a soft sound in the darkness, and the three small fish trembled and finally stopped jumping and fell.

Wang Boguang slowly lifted his feet, his feet were already a foot deep in the ground, and he had to lift his feet to get up again.

"I won!" Wang Boguang's face did not show the slightest color.

"It's just half a move, you didn't win."

There was a gasp in the darkness, then an unconvincing echo.

"Half a move is also a win."

Wang Boguang's face changed, and he finally returned to normal from a strange red, only slightly pale.

Only then did he show a faint smile.

One step at a time, one step at a time, at least he saw hope.

However, the next moment, there was a pain in his lower back.

Poof!

A knife came in unison.

Behind him, a petite figure crouched there with an indifferent expression, holding the handle of a dagger and slowly twisting.

The internal organs were minced, and the severe pain hit his heart, and Wang Boguang spat out a mouthful of blood.

The serious injury instantly detonated the suppressed injury in his body, and this time, Wang Boguang knew that he was afraid that he was in danger.

"It's still careless." A hint of darkness flashed in Wang Boguang's eyes.

One misstep becomes a thousand years of hatred, a mistake is a mistake, and there is no chance to turn back.

For this abrupt woman who squeezed into his eyes, he didn't have no doubts, but maybe he had been in a comfortable environment for too long, or he was confident in his own powerful force, he lost the most basic vigilance, and for Zhao Liangchen's inhumane hobby, he chose to accept it.

Until Retsuki fell into a complete sleep, he had completely forgotten that there was another person here, a stranger, a strange person who might be dangerous to him.

So, he lost, badly.

With such a serious injury, even a strong person in the foundation building period is extremely difficult to recover for a while.

"You ......" Wang Boguang spit out a word with difficulty, and a trace of remorse flashed in his heart.

Zhao Liangchen was stunned by the scene in front of him, and he screamed: "Lianyue, you are crazy!" ”

There was only one thought in his mind, "Uncle Wang is dead, what should I do?" What should I do? ”

Lianyue turned her head indifferently, her eyes were cold, and her voice was like a quiet spring in the Nine Shades: "Am I crazy? Zhao Liangchen, don't you know how many women from good families you have harmed? A scumbag like you should have died a long time ago, and dying 10,000 times is considered cheap for you. ”

Liyue's eyes were full of hatred, where was there still half a weak look?

Zhao Liangchen was dumbfounded, how did he know that the woman in front of him was like a tiger, and it would be himself who was waiting to be killed in the next moment?

He shuddered, and the images of women flashed before his eyes, and he thought that his twenty-year-old life had just begun and was about to end, and fear gripped his heart.

"Nope! Please, let me go, our family has a lot of treasures, as long as you have it, you can give it to you, I am the only seedling of the Zhao family, as long as I say yes, they will agree, as long as you let me go, please! Please! ”

He fell to his knees with a pop, Zhao Liangchen was in tears at this moment, he had completely fallen into the fear of death, he forgot everything, and there were only two words in his mind: survival!

A humble survivor!

However, no one gives the humble a chance.

Humility is the passport of the lowly, and can we still hope for the pitiful prayer of the lowly?

The poor man must have something to hate, and the poor moon coldly pulled out the dagger in her hand.

"Poof!"

Wang Boguang, who had lost his support, fell to his knees, and the blood on his back stained his clothes red.

His body swayed crookedly, then fell to one side with a thud, blood spilling to the ground, and his body began to stiffen.

He's dead!

At least on the surface.

However, deep in his body, Wang Boguang carefully controlled the faint true qi in his body to try to heal his injuries, trying to find a chance to escape with the help of fake death.

Lianyue approached step by step with the bloody dagger, her face with strong disgust: "Zhao Liangchen, do you know? My best sister was ruined by you and committed suicide by hanging herself in front of me, when I was only ten years old. ”

"If it weren't for the hatred that has supported me all these years, how could I be where I am today? You see, your helper is dead, and you are also dead, what a retribution. ”

With a strong hatred in her eyes, she plunged the dagger in her hand into Zhao Liangchen's heart!

Blood came out of Zhao Liangchen's mouth one by one, one by one.

His intense fear made tears fly: "Blood, blood, blood, my blood, help, help, mom, I'm going to die, come and save me." ”

The more intensely he struggled, the weaker he became.

The strength was draining, his struggles were becoming futile, his pupils were dilating, and the Zhao Mansion that could be seen in his eyes was so close, but so far away.

"Die!" Retsuki whispered, as if saying goodbye to her nightmare.

An arrow flashed in the darkness, hitting Wang Boguang's eyebrows, and with a pop, it sank into the tail feathers.

This time, he really couldn't die anymore.

"Let's go."

For a long time, there was a sigh in the darkness.

Lianyue silently pulled out the dagger, wiped the blood on Zhao Liangchen's gorgeous clothes, and turned to walk into the darkness.

On this night, a female assassin was reborn.