The real is virtual, and the virtual is real. [Ran^Text^Library] [ ] Novel c

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, as if there was a trace of lilacs in the air, Zhao Feixue chuckled, looking at a group of black-clothed people who were not far away, they were unified, dressed in cloth, the gradually intensifying drizzle, knocking on the blade of the knife, the sound of dots, with the smell of blood on the blade of the knife in the air.

"Is it necessary to hide your head and tail at this time?" "Which big young man in Shimen is in the small Handcheng, yes, the Zhao family is rude" At this time, a faint voice spoke, "I have long heard the flying snow of the Zhao family, and the elegance is peerless" "This young stone is the backbone, I don't know if Miss Zhao has an appointment tonight"

Zhao Feixue sneered, "No wonder the Zhao family is tied to their hands and feet, it turns out to be a Shimen tiger."

Shi Zhongjian laughed loudly, and a sonorous voice came from the crowd, dressed in a black power suit, which set off the wild lines on his body, and the smile on his face flew but made people feel that he was not domineering at all on this person's face. One day, when I was not shocked, my face was angular, embellished with a smile, and exuded a peculiar charm.

"Miss Zhao, I originally wanted to fight and decide" "However, when I see Miss Zhao herself, I have another thought when I arrive" Zhao Feixue stared at Shi Zhongjian with a hungry smile "Shi Shao, I really believe that the Zhao family will kill people"

Shi Zhongjian's smile replaced the answer, "Miss Zhao, I don't want to spoil the scenery too much, and open a big killing ring" "I'll give you a chance, enter my harem, and in the future, how about Hancheng, or your Zhao clan is in charge?" ”

Zhao Feixue's face with a hint of cuteness rose with a sneer, "Shi Shao, you killed my Zhao brother and injured my brother, now do you think that making this alliance under the city can resolve everything?" "Since you have shown up today, then stay!"

Shi Zhongjian dissipated the gentleness on his face, "It seems that the Zhao family will not die if he does not reach the Yellow River, then what Ben Shao just said is still valid, I will let you taste the despair of the mountains and rivers"

With a wave of his hand, "Kill me...", "By the way, call someone to stop Zhao Ziyu", "This coffin is good, let him not come out in the future", "Kill....", the voice was like a fuse, lighting the powder keg controlled by both sides.

"Ding Ding ......" blades are converging in the rain of blood.

The vast majority of the elites brought by Shi Zhongjian are the elite of the elite, and there are many elders among them, in order to tie up the backbone of Shi, they sent their own descendants, and it is not a legend to have one enemy and ten enemies.

Shi Zhongjian stood beside two swordsmen, calmly looking at the battle at the scene, holding a long sword in his arms, as if he was hugging a lover, as if he would hurt someone if he used a little force, and he would run away if he had a little less strength, and only when he looked at the sword in his arms, he would feel a trace of vitality in his eyes.

"Killing ......" two bloody swordsmen flew in, carrying a long knife with a curly mouth, blooming with the light of a divine weapon. No one can underestimate this life-for-life knife.

One of the swordsmen took a step, and the long sword in his hand flashed like lightning, facing one of the swordsmen, but the swordsman poured all his strength into the sword of the other swordman, and after the two of them were shocked, a bright meteor slashed in front of their eyes. The two of them had a pain in their throats, and after feeling deflated, they fell to the ground.

It's just that in the swordsman, when he collected the sword, he found that a touch of crisis came, the swordsman raised his eyes, and the two momentum were intertwined in the air, and a group of people seemed to deliberately leave a vacuum for the two of them.

The man didn't have a sword in his hand, but the swordsman was sure that he was a master of the sword. With the domineering of the knife and the momentum of the knife around him. Step by step, they walked towards the swordsman, each step as if someone had carefully measured it, but his momentum condensed to the top step by step.

The man was very casual, seeing that his clothes were very casual, his manners were very casual, and he did not shy away from blood splashing on his body. But those hands are not slender and symmetrical with people, but they are very stable. "He is the Zhao family's no regrets knife" "Kill him, the other seven warriors are afraid that they will be Liaohua-like characters"

The other swordsman nodded and walked up, the two standing side by side. But the man didn't even blink an eyelid, and he still walked at the same pace.

Under the influence of that person's killing intent, the elite of the Zhao clan successfully cut off the head of a Shi clan with a single sword, and the head that flew high spurted into the sky. The two swordsmen instinctively wrinkled their hair, but the man moved, swept out with one kick, and the human head with blood covered the heads of the two men.

The spirit of the blood-stained sword, the two instinctively retreated, and the careful battle line of the two broke.

At this time, a knife was swung out, and the two swordsmen saw the knife out, but they didn't feel it, the existence of the knife, where was the knife? In the rain, in the wind, and behind them, the instinct of the two of them for many years danced the long sword, and a round of sword light flashed around them.

"Sonorous." There is only one knife, one knife with it, and that person has everything, and the knife has no regrets.

"Bang bang ,......" The two of them were swords, and they were split two or three steps away. The two of them felt that greater danger followed, but they were powerless to return to the sky. "Snort" "Snort" The two of them fell to the ground.

"Ahh What a fast knife, but also a ruthless person.

Shi Zhongjian stared at the man and said, "Yes, Zhao Wuregrets" "The person below Zhao Ziyu is worthy of his name" "But you can't save Zhao Ziyu" However, Zhao Wuregret didn't say anything, and the knife that had just killed disappeared without a trace. Shi Zhongjian stood with his hands in his hands, that kind of outstanding but not outstanding temperament, accompanied by the innate spirit of a king, without a trace of flaws, and maintained the peak spirit and spirit. Mine has taken the coffin, "Zhao Ziyu is destined to die"

But Zhao Wuregret didn't have a knife in his eyelids, only a growing killing intent, which impacted Shi Zhongjian's mind. At this time, a remnant rainbow rose in the night, and several people who climbed into the coffin directly turned into headless corpses and fell from the coffin.

Shi Zhongjian watched the remnant rainbow appear in Zhao Feixue's hands, with a playful smile on his face, "I really didn't expect that Princess Zhao was a hidden master, and then his eyes were horizontal, "Two elders, take Zhao Feixue for me"

Sure enough, Zhao Wuregret's body was shocked. At this time, Shi Zhongjian's voice sounded with a sneer, "You have been fooled"

Masters compete, a line of life and death" Shi Zhongjian's sword, contrary to his flamboyant character, in a sword, with an uncontrollable delicacy, the sword out, spinning out of countless cyclones, each cyclone with a kind of spiral power. In the void, like flowers blooming, bursting out of thousands of sword shadows.

"You've just been tricked," Zhao Wuregret's indifferent voice came with murderous intent. A knife suddenly appeared as if in the void, and when the "boom" spark bloomed, two powerful air currents collided to one point, and then exploded like gunpowder. "Wow," Shi Zhongjian stepped back three or four meters, and spewed out in one breath.

But Zhao Wuregret dragged the long knife and approached step by step, and the long knife made a piercing sound on the ground.

Shi Zhongjian's face turned white, and he leaned back.

And the second when the Shimen knife hand retreated in the middle of the stone, this began to retreat. Just now, there were only about 40 people, and more than 100 swordsmen were beating wildly.

Zhao Wuregret walked to Zhao Feixue's side, and finally his face was flushed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Zhao Feixue is his weakness, Shi Zhongjian didn't find a mistake, but Shi Zhongjian has always regarded himself as a porcelain, and he has no determination to work hard, otherwise he will definitely be the one who has the last laugh.

The two tigers competed, and the Shimen tigers were defeated.