The head of the butcher's knife of Beizhen Fusi, who appeared in the finale, did not use an embroidered spring knife.

A small boning knife.

The blade is extremely thin, but only a finger wide and about half a foot long.

The handle is cast in copper, and the lion's head is clawed.

It's a very clean knife, but it drinks a lot of blood.

The knife bearer is a young man, who does not match his murderous name, without the slightest hideous and evil appearance, let alone the fierce appearance of the heavenly demon like the Qianwang Zhao Li.

It's just a very young and dry young man, wearing a scholar's green shirt, with an ordinary appearance, white, pure and delicate, and always has a harmless easy-going smile on his face.

The strongest butcher's knife in Beizhen Fusi is the first talent.

No one knew when he was there, just as no one knew when the boning knife was there, as if he and the knife had been there all along, but had been forgotten.

And then the moment came out of nowhere.

At this moment, he was also laughing, "Please die." ”

There is thunder on the top, and a butcher's knife on the bottom.

Zhao Sa took a deep breath, and suddenly stretched out his hand, slapped his palm on the close-range boning knife, and his figure suddenly rose up, facing the falling thunder.

Straight up into the air.

The delicate young man's smile remained unchanged, and the figure suddenly disappeared in place.

There was a sonorous sound in the air, and it was endless.

Fluffy!

There were two muffled sounds, and in mid-air, one green and one white, two figures, each pulled up a trace of afterimage, like two pillars of light in blue and white, and suddenly fell to the ground.

Halberd wields and knife wielders confront each other.

Under the feet of the two people, cracks appeared on the bluestone slabs, spreading like spider webs.

The halberd was stained with blood.

There was a half-inch square piece of flesh hanging from the boning knife.

"The prince is worthy of the name of the White Tiger God General." The delicate young man was still laughing, and when the words landed, blood suddenly gushed out from his ribs, and his green shirt was instantly dyed black.

Zhao Sa's face did not change, the blood on his thighs was relished, and he frowned slightly, "Good knife technique, gather momentum with a knife, do not take flesh and blood, it is indestructible, there is no way to avoid it, when did Da Liang come out with such a master?" ”

The delicate young man smiled, "It's just a half-inch knife, it's not as good as the prince, and it's not as good as the one in Kaifeng." ”

Somewhat colored.

The name of the knife is a half-inch knife, and it gathers momentum, and it is not a false example.

Take only half an inch square of flesh and blood.

There was once a stranger who was tortured and killed by the first knife of the Beizhen Fusi, and he used more than 100 knives, each knife only took half an inch of flesh and blood, and each knife was not critical.

How many flesh and blood can be half an inch square in a person's body?

The Inhuman was painfully killed.

At that time, the picture was that those murderous Beizhen Fu Si Ti Cavalry also hid their faces and couldn't bear to watch.

A few days after that, the terrible howl of the alien was still in my ears.

Zhao Sa said disdainfully: "You still can't kill me." ”

It's a fact.

The delicate young man was still smiling, looking very easy-going, "It's okay, the three butcher knives of Beizhen Fusi didn't want to kill the prince, they only needed to make their movements inconvenient, so Zhao Zhu would die so simply." ”

Zhao Zhu was the second knife that pretended to be a dead corpse and handed out a sinister knife, but was used by Zhao Sa with a halberd and lost his head.

Zhao Sa was silent for a while.

It's a little hard to get out.

A fierce general in the world, is there anyone who can kill 6,000?

Zhao Sa knew that he couldn't do it, and he couldn't do it if he was as strong as the prince of the Yue family.

But the invincible posture can kill people's hearts.

But now the invincible posture was decored by this delicate young man with Mao Qiuqing and Zhao Zhu, and then took the flesh and blood with a half-inch knife, and it was broken.

Looking at the black and oppressive guards, sure enough, seeing that they were injured, the veterans who smelled of blood saw hope again in their hearts and began to surround again.

I, Zhao Sa, want to sink into the sand and fold in Guanyu City today?

……

……

Li Ruyu has been waiting for the sword.

After Yan Qing whispered a word and waited for an opportunity, he left quietly, not knowing where he was hiding.

It's a little awkward at the moment.

After the first embroidered spring knife was shot, it was knocked away by Zhao Sa, and it fell to him without a coincidence, and he instinctively took Mao Qiuqing down, but was brought down by a huge inertia.

The petite woman had fainted.

Received two blows.

There was a blood stain on his forehead, but there was no scar, and he should have been swept by the halberd.

The chest was blood-red, and it was a wound cut by the tip of the halberd, from top to bottom, just in the middle position, if it was an inch deeper, it would be difficult for Da Luo Tianxian to rejuvenate.

The black tights were torn by the halberd, revealing a white corset broken in two, and a whiter scenery.

Li Ruyu's heart skipped a beat.

Calm your mind in no time.

It's huge, it's unprecedented, it's like a mountain that rises suddenly.

But at this time, how can you think about it.

Ignoring etiquette, he pulled Mao Qiuqing's chest and bandaged her wound directly, and after the bandage, Li Ruyu was already sweating profusely.

Bandaging the wound is not tiring.

Tired.

During the period, I have touched it countless times, slid through the majestic scenery, and the scenery swayed with the red dust style of the world that I have never seen, and no matter how calm the little boy is, his heart is shaking.

This majesty is beyond words.

The point is that the woman is still very petite, and this sense of contradictory conflict stimulates the senses more and more.

So I feel like this is the longest time in my life.

When the delicate young man with the boning knife appeared, Mao Qiuqing woke up and stared at Li Ruyu coldly.

Li Ruyu has no shame in his heart.

But after all, I felt that the previous things were a little unclear.

So the atmosphere was awkward.

Mao Qiuqing looked at it silently for a while, then got up silently, looked at the general's grave with a knife, and whispered, "If you dare to say it, I will definitely kill you." ”

Li Ruyu sighed.

It's not a good thing, who am I talking to?

Xiaoxiao listened, I'm afraid I didn't want to laugh at me.

Standing beside Mao Qiuqing, he found that the delicate young man had re-fought with Zhao Sa, the head of the three butcher knives of the Beizhen Fusi, and the cool official who could make the woman extrajudicial in Lin'an really strong.

Li Ruyu couldn't tell the difference, but he only felt that he had a relationship with Zhao Sa.

Of course, it was Zhao Sa who was distracted by thunder.

But Mao Qiuqing saw it clearly, and there was no joy in his eyes, "He should die too." ”

The smell of blood, the smell of women's meat came out from the women around her, and penetrated into the nose everywhere, this contradictory feeling made Li Ruyu feel very bad, and took a step back, "You don't want to join forces?" ”

Mao Qiuqing ignored the words, the sensitivity of female nature made her look back at Li Ruyu, "I'm ugly?" ”

Li Ruyu smiled dryly, "It's okay." ”

"Okay?" It's nasal.

In the sixth year of Yong'an, Mao's house was raided by Nanzhen Fusi, and he was standing in the courtyard in a skirt at that time, with a unique demeanor, so that several young horsemen in Nanzhen Fusi lost their souls and lost their knives.

In his eyes, the posture that can make a man blade not add is just okay.

Some are not convinced.

didn't dwell on this matter anymore, staring at the battle situation.

He's damned!

Mao Qiuqing tightened the embroidered spring knife in her hand.

How many times did I wake up crying in the middle of the night and dream that my father was full of blood and looked at him, unable to speak, just blood and tears.

In the past few years, the more I know about Fusi in Beizhen, the more desperate I feel.

It is almost impossible to kill him with his own skills.

Tonight, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is in front of us.

Zhao Sa can't kill or not, that's the empress's business, and she can do her duty, but the delicate young man must die.

Must die!