Chapter Seventy-Two: First Sight, Heavy Pupils!

In an instant, time seemed to stop, and the Longquan Sword took up a gorgeous tail wing, which was inserted into the throat of the killer leader with unmistakable precision, "Ahhhhhhhh

A terrifying scream, it was the last swan song of an assassin, it was the desolation of a swordsman's curtain call, it was the last nostalgia for the world before the death of a life.

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With a clear sword roar, after the Longquan Sword killed the leader of the assassins, Yu Liwei's powerful sword qi flew straight forward with an eight-foot man, and then the tip of the sword was fiercely inserted into the trunk of a big tree, which can be described as a real three-point into the wood.

Everyone was attracted by that brilliant sword light, and the moves in their hands slowed down, and everyone's pupils were unconscious at this moment, and this sword was the supreme realm that the world's swordsmen dreamed of.

A sword came from the west, and it was domineering and infinite, and the sound was like thunder, and it took away a fresh life between the lightning and flint.

It turns out that the sword can still be so powerful. This is the idea of all the Xiang clan guards, lifting the weight between movement and stillness, opening and closing, relaxing to a degree, and waiting until the final sword is killed, but it is so freehand.

It turns out that life is so fragile. That's what all the Squad-killers think. They have always regarded human life as grass, but at this moment they finally realized their insignificance, and they who have always regarded the weak as ants, finally saw at this moment that in the face of absolutely powerful power, they are just a slightly stronger ant.

They had always been looking for pleasure in killing, and at this moment, looking at the corpse of the leader who was hanging on the tree, still gently shaking the leader at this moment, they unconsciously felt a trace of fear in their hearts, and suddenly they found that they seemed to have changed from a group of arrogant hunters to prey to be slaughtered.

People are swords, I am fish and meat, at this moment, they thought of such a word at the same time, since their debut, how many years have they not experienced such a feeling, this is a kind of helplessness and sadness that their fate is in the hands of others, life and death are only decided by the opponent.

At the same moment, Yan Hong's body was like a pine, his long hair was flowing, standing quietly on the trunk of the tree, looking carefully at the Longquan Sword not far away, the slightly shaking sword body looked at him at this moment like a victor cheering, and it seemed like a close comrade-in-arms praising his success at the moment.

Oh, yes! Succeeded, since he learned the hundred-step flying sword, this is the first time he has used this sword, this Guigu faction's town gate is peerless, there is no time to brew, there is no excellent time, there is no complete preparation, and all that is left for Yan Hong is the choice of having to make a move.

A moment ago, Yan Hong didn't know if Xiang Liang in history had suffered this assassination, and if so, how he survived, there was only one thought in his mind, if he didn't make a move, Xiang Liang would definitely die today.

At that time, the originally empty mind seemed to have crossed a spiritual light, and the scene of Guiguzi handing over his hundred-step flying sword that day seemed to clearly appear in front of his eyes, and one move and one style were so majestic, so cold and mellow, without any flaws.

At that moment, Yan Hong seemed to feel that a certain shackle in his heart had been opened, a certain bottleneck had disappeared, and he naturally took out the sword, moving smoothly, freely, and meaninglessly.

A sword sound is like thunder, a sword is like a swimming dragon, a sword is like a thousand armies, and in an instant, this is the real blade to cut the throat, a hundred steps flying sword!

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"Great!"

At this moment, Xiang Liang's face was full of beard, and an awe-inspiring momentum of a battlefield warrior arose, which was like a sword of a divine pen, which completely aroused his fighting spirit and blood.

I only heard Xiang Liang shouting, "The warriors of the Xiang clan, the thief is dead, everyone goes up together, slaughters this group of bitches, and avenges the dead brothers!" ”

"Kill! Avenge the dead brothers! ”

For a while, the Xiang family's momentum was like a rainbow, and the murderous spirit was flourishing, but at this moment, looking at the net team, it was already cowardly before the battle, victory or defeat, life and death, at this moment was already doomed.

"Brothers, get your hands on it, withdraw—"

At this moment, among the remaining snare killers, someone who opened their throats and howled, and the remaining twenty or so assassins did not stay any longer, and immediately retreated in the opposite direction like a tide.

Yan Hong's eyes narrowed slightly, and it was indeed worthy of the elite team of the net, and even the retreat was so orderly, retreating in echelons.

It's just that since you have fallen into it, is it so cheap to want to go out?

The answer is, no!

Thinking of this, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of Yan Hong's mouth, as if he was a wolf who had been hungry for half a year, facing a group of lambs, which could be described as salivating!

"Warriors, this group of executioners has killed our comrades, and no matter what, we want them to pay with blood, kill!"

A loud shout. The guards of the Xiang clan glanced at Yan Hong with reverent eyes, and the next moment, without the slightest hesitation, the steel knife had already pointed at the man in black.

This world is a paradise for the strong, as long as you are strong enough, you have enough right to speak!

Glancing at each other from afar, Su Jin and Huangfu Mingjia smiled slightly, both saw the joy in each other's eyes, obviously in this battle, the three young men in their prime have made a breakthrough.

Not staying, Xiang Liang, Su Jin, and Huangfu Mingjia were the arrows, and the Xiang clan put on a charge, killing the enemy with momentum.

The situation was completely reversed at this moment, and gradually evolved into a one-sided slaughter, Huangfu Mingjia was like an eagle, elegant, self-owned, but deadly, Su Jin was like a leopard, dexterous, changeable, but it was a move to defeat the enemy, loud as a tiger, upright, domineering, but no one could stop it, in an instant, a small forest has evolved into a huge flesh millstone, and what is constantly devouring is the life of the cold-blooded executioner under the cover of these darkness. A team of killers who had killed countless people in the north slaughtered in this grove.

Yan Hong was still standing quietly on the trunk of the tree, his eyes fixed on the gorgeous carriage, while there was any accident.

It's just that what he didn't notice at this moment was that there was a pair of eyes in the window of the carriage staring straight at him, the eyes were a little immature, but they were full of fanatical worship, and in those eyes, there was a thick flame flickering at the moment, that was the pursuit of power, that was the desire for strength, and that was the worship of the strong.

Finally, Yan Hong seemed to notice something, his eyes moved slightly, and what imprinted into his eyes was a slightly immature face, through the window of the carriage, it was the face of a childish man with a total horn, with a square complexion, and the handsome outline had already taken shape, and when the four eyes met for a moment, the fanatical worship in the boy's eyes still did not dissipate, but smiled at Yan Hong, he knew that this big brother who saved their lives could see his smile.

However, it was such a moment of eye contact, Yan Hong's pupils suddenly contracted, and he saw the clear eyes of the boy, and at this moment, a word crossed Yan Hong's mind - [heavy pupils]!

Pictures crossed Yan Hong's mind like a movie, the heroism of the battle of Julu, the heroism of the battle of Pengcheng, the tragedy of the siege of Xiaxia, and the desolation of Wujiang's self-slaughter, all left a heroic figure!

Overlord of Western Chu - Xiang Yu!

It's exactly the out-and-out, heavy pupils!