"Tomorrow I will go to the Zhuo family for me and the Zhao family, I don't want Zhao Kuang to have no one behind him." Zhao Baichuan was still sitting, his hands trembling slightly, and even the black blade was shaking.

Zhao Man silently diǎn diǎn head, Zhao Fuhai behind him all Ruosi, as if looking at two contrasts, one is in the worst situation Zhao Baichuan has a smile on his face, and Zhao Man, who has not yet fallen into a desperate situation, has a dead face, maybe this is the gap, the gap between Zhao Man and Zhao Baichuan, and because of this, it is so, Zhao Man will not be able to cross Zhao Baichuan in his life.

"What? Think you're hopeless? Zhao Baichuan slowly withdrew the black blade from the scabbard and looked at Zhao Man, whose eyes had gradually become godless.

Zhao Man didn't say anything, although he didn't want to admit it, but now he really couldn't think of any good schemes, and he had already lost before he had fought this battle.

"Almost all of the grass on the wall of the Zhao family is pasted to Zhao Yutenon's side, Zhao Fugui sincerely sees you fighting to the death, and has no intention of making a move, if you fall, I really have no way to live." Zhao Man said with some pleading.

"Do you think my old thing is really so good to fall?" Zhao Baichuan just gave Zhao Man a look, and it was just this look, which made the helpless Zhao Man's expression calm down instantly, and seemed to remind Zhao Man of a night twenty years ago, Zhao Baichuan just walked towards the rain curtain with this black blade on his back, and fought all night, and brought back a child in the early morning, and that child was Zhao Kuangran.

If Zhao Jinglei can only be regarded as amazing, then this amazing is just a glimpse of Zhao Baichuan's life.

Zhao Man silently diǎn diǎn head, and left the teahouse with Zhao Fuhai, who had not said anything.

After Zhao Man left, Zhao Baichuan was left alone in the teahouse again, and it was still a black blade in the scabbard, just like many years ago, one person and one knife were enough.

Outside the house, in addition to the wind and rain, there seemed to be other movements, Zhao Baichuan's expression was solemn, this black blade seemed to break free from the scabbard, irritable like a hungry black panther, as if it was constantly staining people's necks.

They can subvert this era, they can forget this era, they can erase this era, but they must pay a corresponding price, because every change must be changed with the blood of countless people.

"∵ dǐng" ∵diǎn "∵ small" ∵ said, ..∧os_ (); ★ It's like a broken mirror.

A little girl stood under the peony pavilion, a little innocent, but there was a hint of old-fashionedness, but it was more of a sadness, at least it made people feel that she was not smiling.

"Still not sleeping?" I don't know when there was a woman in a nightgown behind Xiao Taohua, the woman's face was pink, obviously she had just woken up, and she was extremely attractive.

Little Peach Blossom shook her head and said, "I can't sleep." ”

Before the heavy rain, this thin child was highlighted incomparably small, which made people feel particularly distressed, who would have thought how much this child had experienced.

The woman rubbed Little Peach's head, her face full of pity, or distress.

Little Peach Blossom raised her head and smiled at this woman who looked like a country and a city, laughing so innocently, but the woman couldn't help but wipe her eyes, she hated this stubbornness that made people feel distressed, she would rather this child cry happily in her arms, and then she logically told this little girl, her father and mother were all dead.

"Sister Tianxue, when do you think my father will pick me up?" Little Peach Blossom said expectantly.

The woman was speechless, just forced out a smile, giving the child even a glimmer of hope, although this made this woman full of sins, she was often curious, and said that people are watching the sky, if God really called this child like this, then this day, is it really worth looking up to?

He may never come back.

On the opposite side of the Peony Pavilion, there were two old people and a young man, and this night was destined to be sleepless.

Although the family that broke away from the Zhao family and Zhao Zi was fortunate to survive this subversion, for people who were too deeply involved in the play, although the victory or defeat had nothing to do with them earlier, they still wanted to sigh a few words, which can be regarded as nostalgic for a while, and it can be regarded as a period of disease-free**.

"I can't think of Zhao Baichuan, I will fall when I say it." Zhao Muying said, with a sigh on his face, thinking about the killing god with a black blade in his hand all those years ago, it seemed that it was like it was yesterday, how could something disappear when it was said to disappear, without a trace.

"Since he plans to die in the Zhao family, those of us who retired in order to save our lives are not qualified to ridicule him." Zhao Shanhu squinted slightly, as if he remembered the battlefield of the Zhao family, life and death.

Nowadays, the remnants of the era left behind, either survived and breathed, or died vigorously, but they could not survive a few years to be forgotten, what kind of height does a person have to reach, in order to leave a long-lasting story after death.

It's very sad, it's very sad, at least it's sad to make Zhao Shanhu breathless, in his memory, the black blade can cut off some things, but the only thing that can't be cut is what the black blade should be cut off, for that thing to hit this indestructible black blade, but can't cut the thing that should be cut, what's the point?

The small teahouse was full of dangers, the black blade was unsheathed, and a black shadow fell in response.

The group of assassins was greeted by a black blade, and an old man who had long since become obsolete and trembled even when he walked.

But those eagle eyes are even more indestructible than this black blade.

The sun in Beijing is about to rise, but the wind and rain have no intention of stopping, but this faint sky has driven away the suffocating depression.

The convoy drove straight to Yanzi Pass, there was no obstacle, and the muddy road was like walking on the ground for this line.

They were greeted by the madmen who had been drenched in the rain all night.

A bloody battle, if it cannot be avoided, then it must be fought beautifully, not to disappoint the living, but also to the dead.

The roar of the convoy broke the sound of rain, thunder, and wind at the Swallow Pass.

Yanziguan, a very dramatic name, is located in the northernmost part of Beijing, surrounded by four mountains completely cut off the meaning of being developed here, the four mountains surround a huge open space, or like a mini basin, the funny thing is that there are no mountains and rivers here, each mountain is like a middle-aged Xie Dǐng's uncle, which makes people look particularly uncomfortable, and even this Yanziguan does not know what the meaning of his existence is.

But at least today, the bones of the Swallow Pass hidden here can make this Swallow Pass lively again.

The man who had been in the dark got up silently and walked to the center of the Swallow Pass, as if there were thousands of troops behind him, like some of the two armies when they clashed.

Nine cars stopped side by side, and the first to get out of the car were five old men, although the old face was like the bark of a tree, but the walk was windy, not ordinary steady, behind these five old men was a row of fierce and vicious characters, like the most evil forces in some movies.

"A bunch of monsters." The man carrying the knife was pale, as if he had been rendered by some scene, and behind this man, there were also countless fierce beasts.

"Who isn't a monster?" The furious bear said coldly, like a man who couldn't open it, and rushed straight to the thousands of troops and horses in front of him.

There is no opening clash of generals, and there is no neat shouting in the queue, just a face-to-face, and then fighting, no matter which side it is, there is no choice, only the battle can untie the knot.

The thunder was deafening, and it seemed to be able to drown out the sound of fighting in the entire Swallow Pass.

The heavy rain poured down, and it seemed to be able to dissolve the blood of the entire Swallow Pass.

The wind swept away fear, and lightning illuminated the new era they were fighting for.

This appearance is not sad, it is not sad.

The deputy chief with the sword on his back muttered, his body swayed, and standing in front of him was Gong Sanzhi, the great elder of the White Dragon Chamber of Commerce, this old man known as the fastest man in Beijing, his face was not shocked, and he let the heavy rain fall and flow from his face covered with traces of time.

"Is it the fast hand of Gong Sanzhi, who is famous from far and near, or the fast hand of me, a nameless swordsman?" The man's gloomy face said, under this incomparably tragic tragedy, like a beast crawling out of a pile of dead people.

Gong Sanzhi stretched out the three fingers of his right hand and bent them forward slightly, like eagle claws.

The man sneered and stepped forward with a knife in both hands.

The knife slashed through the raindrops, forcibly splitting the raindrops in half, if you put it down in slow motion, this is definitely an art, and the whole battlefield is filled with something called the aesthetics of violence, of course, this qiē is Ling Ran on top of the corpse and blood.

The knife slashed through a qiē, this twisted moment, those three fingers.

The lightning-like talons of the eagle sprang out like a snake waiting for an opportunity, and clasped around the man's neck as if it had bitten out some prey, with a slight force.

Bajiquan, sticking to the mountain.

The furious bear broke through the rain and knocked the two of them away.

This rain-drenched burly man with a scar on his face stood with a smile on his face, like a god of war, and it seemed that no one here could stop this flesh-shaped tank.

Gong Sanzhi finally stabilized his body, holding his bleeding right hand on his back, his body trembling as he looked at this miracle soldier from heaven, but there was no anger on his face, but a kind of fierce energy that was about to move.

"Old thing, can you still fight?" The man clenched his huge fist and said, teasing.

"He's my prey." The man with the knife got up silently, and was knocked out by the man who had just made no distinction between the enemy and me, and the man carrying the knife also coughed up blood.

"Deputy Chief, I'm afraid you'll be played to death." This bear teasingly said, I guess there is only one guy who can joke on this kind of battlefield.

"What is this, right? Gong three fingers. The knife man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled.

This is the smile of a new generation against the old generation, which is very representative, at least under the changes of this era, leaving an imprint, the most profound imprint.