[Ran^Text^Library] [ ] Why do you need mulberry land to bury bones, and why don't you go in life. But the fallen leaves return to the roots, but everyone's thoughts. The old minister of the Zhao family died tragically under the killer's knife, and the revenge was not avenged, but he could not let it fall into the fallen leaves.

"Ziyu, let my brothers carry the coffin" "I have screened all the people here one by one" "But there is no guarantee that the killer will be hidden in it"

Zhao Ziyu does not have Zhao Zilong's handsome appearance, but he has a dignified appearance, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and the skin on his body is also tanned copper, which makes people forget that it is not those eyes that are bright, but the straight body looks like the sky is not bending

"Zhao Chenggang, one of the seven warriors of the Zhao family, fought on the street five years ago, he stabbed me three times, one of which was only an inch from the heart" "Zhao Tiegang, one of the seven warriors of the Zhao family, three years ago after the break, one person was able to withstand the assault of eight knife hands in his life" "Saved Zifang's life" "These people, for my Zhao family and my Zhao Ziyu himself, have the grace of saving lives, and now I carry the coffin for them" "Seventh uncle, don't persuade you"

The forty-something man known as Uncle Seventh has a face precipitated with the stability and wisdom left by time. "Okay, Ziyu, you be careful"

The long funeral procession walked along the mountain road, and when passing through the mountainside, the mountain shook like a dragon turning over.

Zhao Ziyu reacted. The horse steps down and squats out of the dantian, "don't mess up"

"Run, there's a rock rolling down the mountain," a group of people rushed to push it. Zhao Ziyu's group was like a reef, stopping in the crowd.

Zhao Ziyu had a sneer on his face and looked at the few people approaching them. Zhao Ziyu suddenly swung his fist, and when he hit one in the face with his fist, his elbow had hit the other person's face at the same time, and with one punch, all four of them fell.

But at this time, the two coffin bearers behind snorted. Two short knives were slashing through the man's throat, blood splattered five steps, and the coffin fell to the ground as the man fell.

Zhao Ziyu straightened up and stabilized the coffin. At this time, not far away, on both sides of the mountain road, there were already more than twenty killers armed with short knives.

Zhao Ziyu stopped the coffin firmly on the ground, patted the coffin lid lightly with his hand, and his eyes evoked the pride of patting his brother's shoulder in the past, "Brothers, do you know why I didn't prepare sacrifices for you?" "Because you used to be bloody, how can there be no special situation for you to see you off"

At this time, the deliberate rolling stone poured down again. Zhao Ziyu's eyes were full of anger with thunderous killing thoughts, "Brother, we will once again meet the enemy side by side"

Jumped up and landed on the pitch-black coffin. The backpack behind it was reduced to pieces, and a spear was shot out in his hand in the lightning, and it was head-on, like a nine-day meteorite, carrying a rolling stone with the power of breaking through the sky. With a single shot, the stone directly changed its trajectory and turned into a perfect arc to fall towards the killer.

"Bang" a killer who was not in a hurry to dodge, was directly hit in the chest by a stone, and his brain collapsed directly. As the rain stone fell, the spear in Zhao Ziyu's hand turned into a series of gun shadows, but without exception, the stones were picked apart, and there were three murderers who were killed by Zhao Ziyu and the boulder.

The stone bullets were exhausted, but Zhao Ziyu was like a god, standing on top of the knee-black coffin, the spear in his hand pointed at the sky, and an overwhelming murderous aura and war intent erupted.

The killer, who had already lost his fighting intent in Zhao Ziyu's divine might, couldn't help but panic in his heart. But what greeted him was Zhao Ziyu's thunderous shot. Zhao Ziyu's body rose into the air with the power of light stepping, and a shot fell from the sky, like a thunderbolt destroying the world, and the breath of the end of the world. "Ahh

Zhao Ziyu in the blood mist was like a demon god attached, and the gun came with the aura of destruction. The spiraling tip of the spear twisted the killer's short knife into pieces, and the remaining strength passed directly through the man's head and into the throat of the man behind.

Seven probes dragon snake, Zhao Ziyu's spear, simple and direct or rough, a simple stab, but under one blow, it is indestructible. The spear in his hand is restoring the mastery of the god of Zhao Zilong's spear.

Twenty people killed with one enemy and ten, but they only lasted five minutes and all were killed with one shot. "Boom" At this time, a boulder roared down from the sky again, but the target was two coffins underground. "Despicable" Zhao Ziyu was one with a gun, stabbing into the void, and the stone was to the gun.

It's just that when it was approaching, Zhao Ziyu's face changed. The stone spear was picked away, but a short knife stabbed at the stone like lightning.

Zhao Ziyu was not messed up at all, his hands were folded and the spear was carried in his arms, and the short knife was pressed down in his palms in a millimeter, and it took root. The man kicked Zhao Ziyu's huge body and hit the coffin lid directly, but the killer's short knife once again struck the ribs with a yin wind.

"Kill" Zhao Ziyu's voice roared, and the spear in his hand slashed out. A trace of hesitation flashed in the killer's eyes, and his body slid to the side, and the "second" short knife slashed across Zhao Zi's waist, but the spear bent like a longbow roared and "pounced", the killer retreated three or four meters, and the tip of the spear left a long bloody wound on his chest. Zhao Ziyu felt a hot spot under his ribs and back, and the spear in his hand pointed at him remotely, and a Jin Rui locked the killer in the air.

"You lost," there was no feeling of winning in the killer's voice, but there was a hint of admiration. Zhao Ziyu didn't react, because at this time, there was a strange breath from behind, the corpse stenched, and the coffin lid was knocked open, just with the heat behind him, Zhao Ziyu's whole body flowed, and at this time, a long knife pierced out of the coffin and pierced into Zhao Ziyu's back.

Zhao Ziyu turned around with difficulty, a familiar face, imprinted into Zhao Ziyu's eyes, "Seventh Uncle", this is Zhao Ziyu's most trusted seventh uncle, Zhao Ziyu's blazing gaze, trying his best to maintain Qingming "Why" "Ziyu, I don't want to, my family has fallen into their hands, I can't help it"

There was a cry in Uncle Seven's voice. "Kill him," the killer's voice revealed a hint of indifference.

Uncle Seven was a little ashamed, but he went out again. "Traitor" Zhao Ziyu squeezed out the last voice.

Just when the seventh uncle's long knife was still carrying a trace of apprehension, a stone broke through the air with the sound of wind and thunder. Put a mask on Uncle Seven's head. The killer was also taken care of. At this time, a figure broke into Zhao Ziyu's last sight, picked him up and walked towards the mountain.

The killer and the seventh uncle were a little surprised, but they couldn't stand the frightening stones.

When the stone rain stopped, Zhao Ziyu had already lost his trace.

The killer and Uncle Seven glanced at each other and spoke

"Chase"