Blood watered the land, but there was no bright red underground. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Oh, the little white face is bleeding!"

The thin man blew the blood beads on the knife with his mouth, and quipped with a playful and shrill voice, as if he was very happy, because his little yellow eyes were shining.

It's too fast, and I'm completely at a disadvantage in terms of speed, so I can only fight hard to see who is more ruthless than whom, and the most ruthless side will definitely survive to the end.

At this moment, Dongfang Xiaoshu did not panic, and was still trying to analyze, as if only at the moment of life and death could he completely stimulate his life potential.

After making up his mind, he said lightly: "The little master has too much blood, it's okay to come out for a stroll and bask in the moonlight, how can you look greedy?" ”

After listening to Dongfang Xiaoshu's answer, the thin man was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

"Fresh, fresh, it's worth the trip today, hahaha......"

The thin man grinned and showed his jagged little yellow teeth, like a crazy laugh, and his voice was still shrill and unusually harsh.

The hardwood bow has been broken, what do I have, the feather arrow in my hand and one is either his death or my determination to live.

So Dongfang Xiaoshu moved, and rushed at the thin man with a feather arrow, and the feather arrow also pierced the thin man's face.

The thin man didn't seem to be liberated from happiness, or he didn't take Dongfang Xiaoshu in his eyes at all, and once again disappeared in front of his eyes with his speed, and the straight feather arrow also missed, these were already within Dongfang Xiaoshu's calculations.

The knife mixed with the sound of the wind unexpectedly struck from the back of Dongfang Xiaoshu, Dongfang Xiaoshu turned around, and the feather arrow took advantage of the situation to make an arc to meet the knife coming from behind.

The raised feather arrow collided with the attacking knife, there was no imaginary collision of passion, and there were no dazzling sparks, only a crisp sound, mixed with a sharp oh.

Click, like a knife cutting tofu, the attacking knife was cut alive, and I don't know when Dongfang Xiaoshu was holding a feather arrow in his right hand, but a sword that had disappeared for a long time.

The thin man screamed, and Dongfang Xiaoshu was also stunned by this incredible picture, and had a dreamlike feeling.

But the broken knife head continued to fly towards him during the period when Dongfang Xiaoshu was stunned, and there was no time to react, the knife head slashed into his shoulder bone, changed direction and flew out with a piece of flesh and blood.

Dongfang Xiaoshu grinned, and his right hand involuntarily pressed the injured left shoulder, staring at the thin man with an indignant face.

The thin man's eyes were fixed on the Tu Tian Sword in Dongfang Xiaoshu's hand, and he was making calculations in his heart that everyone knew.

Dongfang Xiaoshu did not choose to continue the attack, but tore off the corner of his body and bandaged himself unhurriedly, although the wound was not very big, but it was bleeding all the time.

Therefore, after a simple bandage, the most important thing is to stop the bleeding first, but the afterglow of his eyes has never left the thin man opposite.

"Oh, seeing that the little white face is so powerful, uncle's bones are already crispy, uncle, I have the impulse of youth again!"

"I've been restrained for so many years, and I can finally move the activity instinct to come, and I've overturned you, Uncle wants to be refreshed, hahaha......"

The thin man screamed and screamed, it seems that the current Oriental Xiaoshu has been **** in his eyes, and he is still a girl compared to a girl with a full chest and a huge ass.

was stabbed twice, and it hurt to the heart, arousing the hidden competitiveness of Dongfang Xiaoshu, who did not know where to go, and the angry volcano that was about to erupt.

With a bang, a trace of red flames overflowed from Dongfang Xiaoshu's body, and blue-gold electric sparks burst into his limbs.

A pair of eyes without a smile were full of burning flames at the moment, and with a clenched right hand, he held the Tu Tian Sword and rushed towards the thin man again, stabbing out a sword.

This sword has no subtle moves, no essence of a bright full moon, and no thick aura mixed with the majesty of the earth.

Just a simple sword, with the sound of the wind and the pain of the air being torn;

Just a real sword, with the baptism of blood and the cry of dying life;

It's just an indomitable sword, with a face of determination when life is dying.

The thin man's face full of **** expressions instantly became extremely serious, and there was still a trace of lewdness in his eyes!

It was a duel between a swordsman and a swordsman, even though the head of the sword in his hand was broken.

Faced with a sword that carried overwhelming momentum, the thin man turned around decisively and disappeared into the night.

Leaving a sentence of "Uncle will come back" swirls and echoes in the night.

A sword stabbed into the air, and the gray mist seemed to be drenched in hot oil, tumbling and drifting, threatening to fall apart at any time.

Dongfang Xiaoshu fell to the ground with a pop, and his whole body was as heavy as carrying a mountain.

A drowsy desire gradually rose, but Dongfang Xiaoshu tried hard to hold on, after all, this was not an unbearable big thing for him, and at the same time sighed: "Who did this offend?" ”

While sighing lightly, a new joy arises spontaneously, and the feeling of the moment when swinging the sword should be the feeling of the unity of the human sword, right?

He began to recall every moment of the moment, trying to capture the fleeting subtlety, but ignoring the Sky Slayer, the flames, and the lightning sparks that he should have paid attention to.

I don't know how long it has been, because it has long been forgotten.

Suddenly, a chill and a slight pain pulled Dongfang Xiaoshu out of his thoughts.

The wind actually rose, and one of the two wounds on the body had stopped bleeding, while the other was crying silently.

Dragging his legs, which seemed to be filled with lead, Dongfang Xiaoshu slowly walked into the hotel.

The middle-aged woman still looked listless, and she didn't even look at the small tree in the east, but occasionally sighed boredly, silently looking at the burning oil lamp.

Dragging his body, he climbed up a chair with difficulty like a small tree snail, biting his lip and looking at the middle-aged woman with his back to him.

Before he could say what he wanted to say, he found that there were middle-aged women here, inns, and everything was like a spinning whirlpool running at high speed.

What about yourself, you are there, everything is lost......