Cui Boyi, who was full of confidence just now, did not see the tragedy in the front yard, but finally jumped up.

Liao Jie's swinging movements are relaxed and casual, and it can even be said that he ran in the late summer Yuan Dynasty. There was no change in the slightest corner of his face, and he was as calm as usual. He also tended to remain calm behind Lin Zhi, only to tremble in his bright eyes in the evening rain.

Xing Lao was only better than him and his master. He was calm and comfortable in the war, while Liao Jie was better than cold-blooded in the war.

"Why don't you swing the knife?" Lin Ji asked Liao Jie if he was still empty. Obviously, or more bothered. It's not a wise choice.

Liao Jie later took the ticket and said: "The world can easily kill them in an instant. ”

Liao Jie's voice was a little gentle, which was very different from the blood in front of him.

Lin Jiguan smiled.

"You are very considerate to Elder Xing. ”

However, thinking of the two really strong men in the building, they gritted their teeth, gave the most difficult attention, and shouted, "Go up again." ”

Liao Jie said a thin knife with his hand and slammed it at a terrifying speed. He threw the blood and rain from the knife into powder. Then he clicked and vanished, turning it into a gray stream of light. He tore open the rain curtain and drove the ticket forward.

Then a light gray willow row, thin knife marks Miao Miao, the blade of the knife was a piercing of those who were not hanging in the sky in the rain, and then pierced, pierced most of the skin outside, and then exposed a little of his flesh and bones, and then passed through, washed in front, and after the handguard knife landed, it was the rain all over the ground, and it stayed for a while, and that's it. In the screams, blood began to gush from the fracture even as he fell to the ground with a knife in his hand.

Cui Fu died in the evening rain without a sound. Liao Jie stood in the rain, so he walked into hundreds of places full of guards, and looked at the mourning all over the ground, he was calm and calm.

"Practitioner...... Practitioners?"

"Know... Know ......"

The two masters stood at the back of the crowd, their faces pale for a moment, their eyes fixed on each other.

Crossing a border, like crossing a mountain, is a common saying in the practice world. Although we only know the difference between the micro-initial state and the Qingxu peak, the difference between the boundary and the power is 18,000 miles.

Not to mention that the probability of killing the enemy was not too high, and even the price of repelling him was not high, so this time, the two spiritual cultivators were really a little scared by virtue of the empty realm, and the dozens of young people who had enjoyed the happiness in Cui Fu. But they had no choice.

One of the swordsmen frowned slightly, looked at the rain curtain in front of him, looked for his heart, and said softly: "Big brother, the future prosperity of the two of us depends on this battle. ”

The other man held a box of halberds with his head bowed and said nothing. He heard the sound of rain in the distance. He looked at the halberds and began to feel that his spirit could not be controlled, and he could only open his heart.

Although Cui Fu's guards are full of energy, they are all ordinary people. Liao Jie is a practitioner. The difference in strength between the two sides is the distance between the mat and the ant. No matter how strong the combat power is, it is not worth mentioning in the face of the blade slap that appears from time to time. After friends fall from time to time, strong blood always means a desperate breakdown.

Liao Jie and Lin Ji walked calmly, their clothes soaked in the rain. The guard saw a demon nod softly to him. Then they began to shake into pieces with ease. They were satisfied and shocked. They could no longer suppress their fears. They didn't know who was crying, and the crowd finally dispersed.

Quiet or quiet, the breeze blowing through the leaves and beams, the light between the courtyard and the small pool in the rain, you see, no one chooses to move first.

"I've been waiting for more than two years. Liao Jie smiled and bowed to the two old doctors. This is the respect that elders deserve in practice.

Seeing Liao Shen's voice trembling, the swordsman said, "Do you know what you're doing?"

"Or. Liao Jie was calm and unusual.

"Killing so many ordinary people, are you not guilty?"

Liao Jie laughed, and then.

Without time to rest, Lin Ji seized a moment of leisure, suddenly took a step forward, jumped and dodged like an elk in a small area of lips, pushed the sword body flat, cut off the enemy in front, and then suddenly burst out of power, cutting the blade from the back color, cutting off half of the person's shoulder.

After a while, four more people were under Nyingchi's sword. Others couldn't help but get chills on their backs. For a while, they didn't know to wash them. Blood splattered on the old broken bodies, as if they would become denser after the rain.

Only then did I see two strong men standing beside Cui Boyi, their black towels soaked in the rain and slowly undulating, their eyebrows furrowed.

Not far from the battle group of the three practitioners, there was a very unpleasant loud noise. How could the long sword collide with the sword so violently that the next moment the sword fell lightly to the ground?

The swordsman's black face shone all the way and suddenly returned home.

The next moment, a stream of blood rushed towards the swordsman.

When the sword was about to fall, they all raised their heads in front of the swordsman. And blood and rain poured down on the sword. Then the body of the sword immediately seemed to be poured with so much power, and people began to sing.

Liao Jie quietly looked at Lin Zhi's back, which was not far to the right. After confirming that Linji was in danger, he stretched out his right hand outside his sleeve, swiped through the air, and held up a handful of rain and sprinkled it in front of him. The long knife suddenly split into two parts in his movements.

The raindrops in Huangdao fell on the bluestone slabs, exuding light food to eat, the new branches were broken by the wind, exuding light food to eat, and Cui Fu's yard exuded light food to eat. Two boxes of swords and halberds walked home endlessly, winning or losing in the end!

But the swordsman's face became more and more pale.

The nurses stood in the midst of the storm, looking at the silent faces with their swords, their hearts filled with despair.

Knowing that the two strong men appeared.

The nurses naturally took a approach, putting the strong ones in, and Rinky looked at the dead as he looked at the two men, and slowly walked into the battle group.

Linkey is not a passive person, so he does not move.

The right foot quickly slammed into the ground, and after lifting a foot, the whole person was as deadly as an arrow.

But the goal is not to become two great men, but to storm the sanatorium, which has gradually retreated.

When Linki moved, one of the strong men had already judged his course of action. He walked to his right one step ahead of him and bullied Lin Zhi in front of him.

Ringy, who was covered by his face, suddenly burst out laughing. His idea of separating them came true at once. Even if it's just this good time, it doesn't matter. So now he doesn't worry anymore. His jumping body suddenly collapsed like a bird with a broken wing in the middle. Then the hero even opened his eyes and watched as Linki disappeared before reacting. Lost, Ringy was beaten to death like a liar, wielding his sword and cutting off the legs of the strong one after another.

Blood and mourning walked hand in hand, and the hot blood and rain instantly splashed all over Lin Zhi's body.

Nyingchi didn't stop. Before the strong man fell to the ground, he had already gotten up, washed away the scattered disarray of the sanatorium, and rushed into the garden not far away.

After the garden, just one turn is the lobby, and the sound of murder is getting closer and closer, and Cui Bo, accompanied by an elderly butler, finally can't sit down, and hesitantly walks to the backyard.

(End of chapter)