On the big stone of Huicuitan, three men and two women are the pinnacle of the Dao Palace, exerting their magical powers, vertical and horizontal, a murderous spirit, and coming straight to Wang Zhiming. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wang Zhiming was worried about Di Jianbai and others, and he really didn't want to entangle more.

It only took half an hour to go back and forth, and the Cold Night Palace laid a lot of obstacles, obviously because it had been calculated for a long time.

The situation was critical, Wang Zhiming still used the purple electricity, and as soon as the purple electricity came out, the wind thundered.

Wang Zhiming stared at each other, stepped forward, slashed a bright moon with a sword in his hand, and pierced a sea of blood with his backhand.

Then in front of him was a woman with slender eyebrows, with stars spinning around her, white clothes fluttering, shouting softly, and a jade hand clapped over.

Wang Zhiming raised his eyebrows, and the swords and palms met?

Wang Zhiming was not afraid at all, the purple lightning swept away, the sword tide was like the sea, the ocean was vast, and the woman was only like a lonely boat, frightened, and the flowers were discolored.

The sword waves are choppy, and the purple electricity is slightly hot in the palm of the hand, warm and moist like jade. Wang Zhiming was joyless and carefree, as if his anxiety disappeared without interest.

"Click!"

The woman's body was shattered, and blood was spitting from her mouth. Wang Zhiming didn't kill him, but the sword tide rushed and fell in the Huicui Pool.

No worries about life.

"Don't panic, let's round up and kill together, he alone is not our opponent!" A man shouted loudly, boosting morale.

Wang Zhiming was a little annoyed, turned around and emptied the sword light, and the purple lightning broke through the sky, and hit the shouting man.

If you don't die, you won't die, don't you understand?

It turned out that this man had always been self-defeating with his knife technique, but he saw that his white clothes were fluttering, his long knife was sharp, and his divine brilliance was sharp, and he killed him with all his strength.

It's a pity that Wang Zhiming just twisted the purple lightning, the long knife was broken, and the man was kicked to the lower body, and the eggs were broken on the spot, and he rolled three times in a row.

Hmph, a profound lesson for you.

Wang Zhiming was not entangled, he flew up, the purple lightning was magnificent, and the remaining three people were picked up one after another. The sword steps are free, like a frightening flood, Wang Zhiming has already continued to move forward.

Looking up, I saw that the mountains were clearly layered, and the hills were undulating. Another white sword flew up, and an ancient bell rang out leisurely.

But with the sword in his hand, Wang Zhiming had a thunderbolt in his chest, and his face was like a peaceful lake.

Into the fragrant valley, there are hundreds of flowers in summer, and the green trees are ringed. A mountain road goes along with the stream, and there is a clear stream murmuring slowly, or ups and downs into a pool, or the sound of rushing stones and waves, and springs.

Wang Zhiming has short sleeves and long pants, black broken hair fluttering, and his sword steps are like meteors catching the moon.

The peak turns around, and there is a pavilion wing that is on the spring, and the champion pavilion is also.

There is a person in the pavilion, a long knife in white, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, standing there outstanding, a smile is as graceful as a spring breeze willow.

"Cold Night Palace, Han Shuo. Please advise. ”

There is such a person in the Cold Night Palace, Wang Zhiming admired and regretted, "You stopped me here today, I feel sorry for you and the world." ”

"To learn literary and martial arts, you always have to look at your own catties, this is my choice." Han Shuo smiled very indifferently and confidently, like sitting in a spring breeze.

Wang Zhiming came with a sword, without joy or sorrow, and said slowly:

"In life, there are always some critical times when we have to make a choice, since then, some people have become butterflies and are reborn, and some people have made mistakes and fallen into peace."

"These critical moments, some are long, some are short. It could be months of meticulous preparation with a decision, or it could be a few minutes between a little thought and a rush. ”

"But when our swords are fighting, the choice between life and death is probably counted in seconds! Isn't it a pity that such a romantic character is bleeding in a millisecond? What's more, I have a good impression of people with the surname Han. ”

Han Shuo raised the knife, this knife was as thin as paper, bright as snow, single-edged, a little slender, with a little gentleness.

But it's sharp and dangerous.

He said: "I don't know what it is like to practice swords, but with the consciousness of the soul of the dead under the sword, I am qualified to draw the sword." ”

At this moment, the wind is clear and the clouds are light, as if all the brilliance between heaven and earth has been concentrated in one sword and one sword.

The purple electricity is magnificent, like crystal, without the slightest smell of fireworks, and Wang Zhiming's sword can also be very gentle and quiet. Although he can be noisy sometimes, it doesn't mean that there are no serious times.

Maybe it's Di Jian Bai Lilian's danger, maybe it's that such an opponent is too rare.

This sword is not in its prime, let alone old-fashioned, but it is just a rare quiet, like silently guarding something.

The vicissitudes of life, this sword style, once left Shi Danqing, "is a sword to duel the third style - three through the door".

The sword light shattered, as if there were pear blossoms falling in the sky, mixed with splashing blood, and the beautiful pear blossoms and Han Shuo, who was dressed in white and snow, fell to the ground together.

Oh, maybe he's a pear tree.

Han Shuo died, and was even cut into three pieces, because his strength was too high, too much higher than the so-called Five Princes of the Blood Knife Hall.

Wang Zhiming couldn't hold his hand, so he died.

Is that so? Maybe.

Wang Zhiming embarked on the road forward, although he felt uncomfortable for the first time killing, there were still people waiting for him.

Later, I heard Li Tianxiang say that Han Shuo practiced knife at the age of three, with outstanding talent, gentle temperament but resolute will, cold and summer, only one person and one knife.

It's a pity that in a few seconds, such a person, the corpse is in the deep valley, and the blood is splashed five steps.

If it weren't for such a world, why bother, pass through the door three times without entering? The strong will always unconsciously take on more responsibilities and suffer more damage. But only in this way can you become a real powerhouse.