"You have the ability, you come down!"

Zhao He led the blue wolf, his whole body tensed, and he played the wolf control technique, and the burly man swayed left and right, twisting and twisting on the wolf's body, dodging the boulders falling from the air.

He looked up at the bull's head, and there was a look of horror in his eyes.

What kind of strange power is this?

It's just terrifying.

The black shadow turned its back to the scorching sun, and opened its bow with its left hand and right hand, like a giant of mythology, and the boulders were falling frantically.

The twelfth layer of [Giant Spirit Xuanjian] made Xia Ji's power almost inexhaustible.

And this special strength-based occult method seems to have been set up for military generals.

Zhao He shouted weakly: "If you have the ability to come down, fight with me !!"

He shouted as he casually skimmed the cold-faced swordsman who was rapidly climbing the rock.

This swordsman's name is Tong Yu, he is his guard, his swordsmanship is known for his strange skills, and he is the top powerhouse of the Demon Sword Gate on the rivers and lakes.

The Demon Swords belong to the Demon Sect, and they are not tolerated by the righteous path, but they have joined the military department... It is equivalent to breaking away from the rivers and lakes.

Tong Yu is extremely fast, his shots are fast, and his sword moves are faster, and his assassination on this occasion has a miraculous effect.

Zhao He looked reckless, but he still knew how to attack the west, and he restrained the bull's head here, allowing his close master to go forward to complete the assassination.

"This kind of reckless man who only has brute strength will not understand how terrifying the ability of the masters of the rivers and lakes to fight alone is. ”

Zhao He thought secretly in his heart.

Suddenly, a scream rang out beside him.

Zhao He looked sideways, and saw that a wolf rider and a wolf had been crushed into a meatloaf by a boulder, his head was deflated, his brain was exploded, and he was mixed with the wolf corpse...

The boulder was too big and heavy, and if it was hit, it would be crushed.

Zhao He swallowed his saliva, this person wearing a bull's head mask is too fierce, right?

In order to attract attention, he forcibly rushed forward, shouting as he rushed: "Timid as a mouse, dare you come down and grandpa... the groove. ”

The bull head did not speak, but carried out a serious boulder throw with both hands.

Zhao He watched the boulder go straight to the door, and the wolves under his crotch were stupid...

At this time, Zhao He's reaction was still very fast, his body twisted, and he rolled directly from the side, and the mace in his hand smashed desperately to the side.

Rumble!!!

His mount was smashed, and blood was pouring out.

His mace, which he was holding, was also a little numb.

"You... You've got what it takes!"

Zhao He raised his head and shouted, and then without waiting for a response, he turned his head and ran, moving at the same time.

But soon he found that it was useless for him to move his position, because the bull head would actually predict.

From time to time, the screams of blue wolves were heard from the battlefield in front of this canyon.

Zhao He calculated the time in his heart, and the master of the Demon Sword Gate should have quietly climbed the boulder barrier.

So he shook his teeth, turned back abruptly with the intention of attracting attention one last time, and roared angrily: "You have the ability to come down!"

His eyes flickered, revealing joy, and sure enough, Tong Yu had already gone up to the stone barrier from the corner, his body was bowed, and he swept out like a wind, and the sword in his hand was flattened to the extreme, and his strength and true qi made his body tense.

Sou!

Tong Yu was like a murderous arrow in the dark, shooting fiercely at the bull's head that was throwing boulders, and the angle of his shot was exactly the blind spot of the bull's head.

The bull head was sitting on the ground, holding the boulder in his right hand, his eyes skimmed, and his left hand grabbed a broken branch at random, and then greeted him.

Seeing this scene, Zhao He was overjoyed.

Is this looking for death?

Tong Yu also secretly sneered.

was originally noticed, and he was shocked, but he actually took a broken branch to block his stabbing sword, is this funny?

Sure enough, it was too late, so I grabbed a branch and hurriedly resisted myself?

This kind of general, sure enough, is still afraid of assassins.

And his own magic sword path is the world's first-class assassin technique.

It's the kind of exercise that the fierce general is most afraid of!

"Die!!"

Tong Yu's breath hidden in the sword finally broke out completely, and at the same time, he let out a preemptive roar, this roar carried true qi, fused with the sword qi into a line, and stabbed straight towards the bull's head.

The bull head was holding the boulder in his right hand, and it seemed that his hair was a little itchy, so he rubbed his scalp with a ten-meter-high boulder, and with his left hand, he threw out a sword move that fused with the [Four Punishment Sword Dao] Killing Immortal LV1 and Trapping Immortal LV1.

These two types of kendo are all about meaning.

The former is pure death, the latter pure blood.

Zhao He looked up...

The moment the sword and the branch intertwined, his personal guard Tong Yu seemed to be stupid, and the sword that was originally stabbed in his hand seemed to be released, and then he hit the branch with his face...

Then he was pierced directly through the face by a tree branch and broke out of the back of his head.

Zhao He: !!

He couldn't believe it.

He couldn't understand why Tong Yu was in a daze, let alone what Tong Yu saw at the last moment of his life.

But... Even if Tong Yu came back to life at this time, he couldn't even say what he saw.

Because...

That's death itself.

and a cloud of blood.

It was doomed to death, and from the moment the bull-headed branch pierced out, he was dead, his heart, his soul, everything he had, was dead.

In the face of death itself, there is nothing but great terror.

Xia Ji didn't expect this [Four Punishment Sword Dao] to be so powerful, he was a little distressed...

I was just saying that the bull head is the bottom of the yin and is a pawn, isn't this a slap in the face?

Zhao He couldn't help but mutter, incredulous: "What is this?

Niu Tou thought about it, since you asked sincerely, then I might as well be merciful and fool you.

So, he casually threw away the boulder more than ten meters high, and then roared with an urn: "Remember, this is the hegemonic body, in fact, the hegemonic body is not strong, it can only be triggered once a day, but this kid just happened to hit it." ”

Zhao He: ....

Why did you answer when I asked?

Why did you not only answer, but also tell all your weaknesses?

Niu Tou also noticed this, so he said with a look of wanting to cover up: "I lied to you, I lied to you just now." ”

Zhao He: ...

Why do you say that, and I suddenly believe it?

Maybe the character of this monster in front of you is that it can't lie?

"Okay, is it a hegemon? I remember! If you are an enemy of the Marquis of Xiaoyao and the queen, you will not end well!!"

Zhao He said a cruel word, "Brothers, withdraw!!"

The bullhead seems to realize that he has inadvertently divulged the secret, and begins to fall into a rampage.

Piece by piece, the boulders were thrown out.

This also made Zhao He more and more convinced that "this hegemon body can really only be used once a day".

But with this kind of hegemonic body, combined with this strange power, it is really a monster born as a peerless tiger general.

...

...

Pavilion Old Mansion.

Wang Qiqi stared out the window with his cheeks propped up.

The sky outside the window was gloomy, but her heart was not gloomy, but it was completely frozen.

"Even if it's a piece of waste, it's okay if you have a good skin...

As for the free life, Wang Qiqi, you still forget, you can't be an assassin, and he... After all, it's just a man you can only look up to, but you can't touch.

If you can't learn the art of war, it's really... Ay. ”

Wang Qiqi let out a long sigh, lifted the brush melancholy, and added the last stroke to the figure of the rice paper in front of him.

She looked at the figure in amazement, sighed for a while, and then lit the red candle and burned the painting to ashes.

The red lips moved, and he stopped talking.

After all, she didn't want to say those four words again, for fear that the ice frozen in her heart would be completely melted.

Yama Heavenly Son...