In an instant, Zhao Sa, who was attracted by the delicate youth, had no way to avoid it, so he could only shake it hard and fall into an irreversible disadvantage.

Zhao Sa looked up and saw the bloodless face.

Pale as paper, cold and unforgiving.

Zhao Sa remembered a person, when the old minister Liu Zhengqing died this spring, someone in Lin'an slashed the thunder with a sword, and tried to ensure that Liu Zhengqing wrote his life's legacy, and at this moment this sword arrived.

With a roar, after weighing the benefits and disadvantages in an instant, he paused and swayed.

The halberd frantically picks up and meets the sword.

The shadow of the halberd is like a mountain.

It seemed to stir up the entire earth, and the heavy overwhelm of the heavenly dome wanted to destroy the light sword light that ran through the heavens and the earth like lightning.

The thunder above the heavenly dome grew more and more violent.

In an instant, countless people in front of the general's grave only felt a flower in front of them, and a white light suddenly erupted, and the white light was like smoke and mist, turning into a hideous white tiger, opening its teeth and dancing its claws, and its big mouth pounced wildly towards that sword light.

A tiger roars in his ears.

At this moment, Zhao Sa is no longer Zhao Sa, the king of Da Liangkun, but a stranger.

White Tiger Divine General!

The veterans who watched the fishing in the distance at the head of the city all turned around and looked in the direction of the general's tomb.

The mouth was stunned and unclear.

In the darkness, a huge white tiger swayed upward, occupying half of the sky, dazzling and dazzling.

Domineering.

His mouth opened wide, as if he wanted to devour the lightning that had fallen from mid-air.

Without returning to the town, the master who stood in the courtyard with his hands in his hands looked north.

The night breeze is blowing, and the white clothes are fluttering and hunting.

Little Lori, who has a pale cyan beauty mole at the corner of her lips, stood on the side of her master's right hand with a sword, tilted her head and said, What a big tiger, is it my fish brother?

Li Wanyue, a graceful and gentle girl, held the book and stood beside the master's left hand.

Slightly confused.

I don't know why, an unfamiliar name popped up in my mind for some reason, and I always felt that under the white tiger, it seemed to be someone I had read in the history books.

But if you think about it carefully, there is no such record in all the history books.

Secretly shook his head, what's wrong with himself?

The master sighed, full of feelings, "It's him......"

Indeed, some tigers have fallen into Pingyang.

Xiaoxiao pouted dissatisfiedly on the side, and angrily scolded the master, "Master, master, isn't this big tiger a fish brother, then why don't you go to help, it's lively and beautiful, we are so far away from Guanyu City, and when you run away, the daylily is cold." ”

The master said angrily: "Your brother Yu, your brother Yu, you know that you remember him, don't you worry about whether the master will go or not, but I am also your master, so I am so affectionate to me?" ”

Little stuck out her tongue.

The master waved his hand, "Wait, what's the hurry, your fish brother hasn't even taken out his sword yet!" ”

The disciples you teach, don't you understand?

Guanyu City's sword light is vertical and horizontal, the sword intent is like weaving, the white tiger is shaking, Li Ruyu's current kendo cultivation is not yet in his hands, and there is no need for him to show up.

It's just that why do you have the illusion that you seem to be being used by someone?

No matter how you look at it, Li Ruyu has no possibility of participating in this encirclement and suppression - his kendo cultivation does not seem to be enough to fight the White Tiger God General.

The master couldn't help but mutter, what a terrible woman.

In the Kaaba of Lin'an Prison, a woman sneezed and was attracted by the white fish floating up.

Under the general's grave, the delicate young man with the boning knife was still smiling, his figure was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, following Zhao Sa and swaying up, cooperating with Yan Qing, who was sneaking up and down from mid-air.

With a sword and a knife, he wanted to take Zhao Sa's head.

The delicate young man had never seen the picture of the white tiger killing Lin'an in the first year of Yong'an, but in his opinion, even if he was a god, he couldn't turn the situation around in such a situation.

Half-inch knife, this time not to take the flesh on the leg.

Throat gouging.

To kill, half an inch square of flesh and blood in the throat is enough.

There was a stranger who laughed at his half-inch knife, and he could only cut meat like a butcher with a knife, but he didn't know that the boning knife penetrated into the chest and abdomen, and it could also take half an inch square of viscera.

It can also be taken directly to the throat and neck.

A boning knife is also a murder knife.

A knife that can kill is a good knife.

Sudden mutations.

Suddenly a sword light shone, coming out of the darkness, shining like a bright moon, with a monstrous killing intent and an incomparable burst of lightning like electricity, slashing towards the battle situation.

Wild and stunning.

The delicate young man was taken aback, and was a little unsure whether Mao Qiuqing's knife was slashed at himself or at Zhao Sa.

Almost at the same time, on the western city wall behind the general's tomb, a slick light suddenly mixed in the night, with a screaming sound that pierced the air, and the lightning shot towards Yan Qing.

An arrow.

It wasn't until the arrows came first that the "buzz" of the bowstring reached everyone's ears.

In front of the grave of the old general Wang Lijian, there is a person.

Holding a bow and holding a high place, upside down Xiurong knife.

After an arrow, there was no movement.

The situation is in turmoil.

Yan Qing sneaked down from the sky, Zhao Sa rose from the ground to meet the attack, the delicate young man chased after the tarsal bones, and Mao Qiuqing didn't know whether to slash at the delicate young man or Zhao Sa.

Now another arrow is being shot at Yan Qing.

It's all a snap of a finger.

There was a deafening sound of metal crashing in the air, accompanied by blood splashes.

The muffled grunt continued.

The next moment, like fireworks, the four figures flew away.

First, the delicate young man shouted angrily, "Mao Qiuqing, you idiot, why did you stab me, Your Majesty can't spare you!" At the same time, like a bird flying across the sky, it took advantage of the momentum in the air, and one rolled and fell into the darkness in the distance.

Followed by Mao Qiuqing, who shouted angrily, "Where to go!" ”

The long knife is in the air, and it is in hot pursuit.

The previous knife did not kill Zhao Sa, but punished the young man.

It's a pity that the merit was defeated, and the delicate young man avoided the vital point, but was pulled out of another wound on the lower abdomen by the embroidered spring knife.

One of the three butcher knives of the Beizhen Fusi, a cool official who was highly valued by the empress, did not dare to slack off in the slightest after rolling into the darkness, and immediately ran wildly, behind him was the murderous embroidered spring knife.

Never die.

The delicate young man figured out one thing in an instant.

Mao Qiuqing is the daughter of the scholar surnamed Mao who died in her hands.

Isn't it a camper?

Why did you change your name and enter the North Town Fusi, and it became the third butcher knife?

The delicate young man was annoyed.

Zhao Xin, you idiot, won't you investigate before employing people?

Today's loss, you Zhao Xin deserve to be the first sin!

Yan Qing, who was dressed in black, fell like a kite, and happened to fall in front of Xiahou Chi, the deputy general of Guanyu was startled, and threw his knife to catch Yan Qing in a panic, but he was knocked back three or five meters before he stood firm.

Yan Qing had already fainted.

Xiahou Chi watched Yan Qing shoot half of the cold arrow in his chest from behind, his body was cold, and he gasped.

Zhao Sa still colluded with Beiban after all.

The arrow is a Northern Barbarian standard arrow!

On the arrow, engraved with a delicate pattern, like a simple carved pear blossom.

The female general of the Northern Barbarians, Settle down with pear blossoms?

There are arrows coming north.