In the spacious streets west of Chang'an City, Chen Zhi's robes were covered with blood, and the ground was already full of corpses.

There were enemies and men he brought, and the death was cruel, and none of them could be whole.

His opponent is Mo Xiaohuan, a murderous demon giant, and more than half of the figures lying on the ground are black-robed masked hands who walked out of the first floor of Huaihong Casino, blood stained the streets of Chang'an red, and the rain accumulated on the ground was a cruel blood red, and at a glance, it was red.

The sword in Chen Zhi's hand collided with a few cuts, and his face was slightly gloomy, on the other hand, Mo Xiaohuan on the opposite side licked his lips, and shook the ghost head knife in his hand quite excitedly, and his short body suddenly disappeared from Chen Zhi's sight, and in the next second, a blood-red cold sword blade swept down mercilessly.

Chen Zhi's brows tightened, he thought that he had done his best to hide the traces, but he didn't expect that he was still pulled out, this team of people and horses who came up to fight looked unusually unfamiliar, Chen Zhi, who had a part of the intelligence power in Liu Bei's hands, had a general understanding of the soldiers and horses of all families in the world, but he still couldn't recognize who these people were in the first time.

A sword shook away Mo Xiaohuan, Chen Zhi's arm was a little sore, his eyes looked coldly at the short figure on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "Who is Your Excellency?" What grievances do you have with me in Xuzhou? ”

Mo Xiaohuan smiled strangely, pointed at Chen Zhi with a big knife in his hand, and said, "No hatred and no resentment." ”

Chen Zhi's face was even more gloomy: "In that case, why does Your Excellency fight to the death with me indiscriminately?" ”

Mo Xiaohuan continued to laugh strangely, looking at the young Chen Dao. Licking his lips, a trace of hideousness flashed in his eyes: "I Demon Xiaohuan kills people, and I never need a reason." ”

"Mo Xiaohuan"

Chen Zhi was stunned for a moment, then his heart shook slightly, and his pupils shrank as he looked at the short man holding the knife in front of him.

Chen Zhi stared at Mo Xiaohuan with a slightly gloomy face, although he rarely walked around in the rivers and lakes, he was not a lonely and unheard person, and he naturally heard of the third master in the Central Plains who was ranked second only to Tong Yuan and Wang Yue in the rivers and lakes, although Mo Xiaohuan was only ranked third in the master list, he had occupied the third place for twenty-eight years. During this period. The masters of the rivers and lakes rose and fell one by one, but Mo Xiaohuan's third name became more and more stable, and when he became famous, Chen Zhi was just a little kid who couldn't hold a weapon. From not being able to show it to not being strict in battle. Meet such masters. Chen Zhi dared to have the slightest negligence.

"Mo Xiaohuan, I have no deep hatred with you in Xuzhou, why do you shoot so hard?" Chen Zhi said coldly.

Losers don't lose. Although Chen Zhi was surprised by the identity of the person in front of him, he was not afraid of the other party, although the name of Mo Xiaohuan was heavy, Chen Zhi thought that he was not an easy person, he really wanted to fight for life and death, and he didn't know who would lose or win, Chen Zhi was still confident in this.

The ghost head knife in Mo Xiaohuan's hand, which was much taller than him, shook slightly, the sword hooked the sword flower, the knife rose up, and the wisps of cold and piercing sword rays were condensing above Mo Xiaohuan's head.

"You talk a lot of nonsense."

The demon little smile was full of anger, his eyes flashed, and dozens of blood-red swords burst out, approaching Chen's fatal place.

The speed of the knife was extremely fast, and Chen Zhi's body had just reacted, and in the next second, it was already pouring down towards him.

"Break it for me."

Chen Zhi was like an angry King Kong, and suddenly shouted angrily, and the blood-colored sword that came on his face was instantly ignited, and with a muffled sound, all of them dissipated.

Mo Xiaohuan's bloodshot pupils suddenly condensed, and the sword hanging above his head instantly dimmed a little, and Chen Zhi used a simple and rough method to completely anger him.

His short body jumped high, and the ghost head knife taller than him slashed into a mountain and fell suddenly.

"Cliff."

With an angry shout, accompanied by the bloom of the blood-red sword, Chen Zhi was engulfed in an instant.

This sword is very dazzling, more than a meter long, although Mo Xiaohuan is cultivating the most classic colorful magic skill of the Demon Sect, he has not cultivated all the seven colors like his predecessors in the past, but focuses on cultivating the most lethal blood shadow among them, and Mo Xiaohuan who walks alone is undoubtedly even stronger.

But seeing that he was holding the ghost head knife tightly, his arm was pressed suddenly, his short body floated in the sky like a feather, the thick blood-colored knife shadow fell, and the green tendons of his arms seemed to be beating, you can imagine how strong his shot was.

Mo Xiaohuan's eyes were cold, he had a lot of confidence in killing Chen Dao, as the strongest handful of people in this Jiazi Jianghu, the military experts that Mo Xiaohuan had killed and the princes raised by Hu Cong were far beyond the imagination of the world, Chen Zhi This young man was not taken into his eyes at all.

"Die."

Mo Xiaohuan let out a deeper roar, and the arm holding the handle of the knife was once again filled with strength, and there was a loud bang, and the ground cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The blood-red light cluster had not disappeared yet, with it as the center, it radiated, and it was three or four meters wide and cracked into a pit, and Chen Zhi, who was filled with blood-red light and shadow, did not make a sound at all.

Seeing this, instead of being a little happy, Mo Xiaohuan's face collapsed, and he was terrifyingly gloomy.

"Obsessed."

The ghost head knife that Mo Xiaohuan fell raised again, rolled up the rain sprinkled in the sky, and fell again.

"Breaking the waves."

This knife is undoubtedly much stronger than the cliff, and even the air flow is reversed, and a blood-red knife shadow that is clearly visible falls heavily, and the blade that falls at high speed, a drop of rain the size of a bean evaporates instantly, and the scorching blood-red aura spreads again, and the wave of blood-red has not yet dissipated, and a more awe-inspiring knife falls.

Mo Xiaohuan's body fell to the ground heavily, and where his feet landed, two chopstick-deep footprints instantly appeared, which showed how terrifying his strength was.

The blood-red sword shuttled, and a crisp bombardment sounded.

"Aren't you dead yet?" Mo Xiaohuan muttered.

With a slight turn of his wrist, the ghost head knife was facing Chen in that direction, as if in order to verify his guess, the blood-red knife was as if it had been blown away by the wind, and in a few breaths, it completely dispersed, and a slender figure appeared.

Chen Zhi's face was pale, the sword in his hand had been broken into two, and the set of warrior strength clothes had been separated by more than a dozen openings, fortunately, none of them were fatal, only the love sword in his hand was broken, which made Chen Zhi's face a little ugly.

As a sword practitioner, there is nothing greater than the shame and blow of the sword being broken.

"Good."

Mo Xiaohuan no longer smiled strangely, his eyes looked at Chen Zhi solemnly, compared with the previous time, at this moment, he began to face the young man in front of him, with his martial arts, the young man who could connect his two knives was already qualified to let Mo Xiaohuan look directly, and even took out all his solutions to solve it.

Chen Zhi's eyes were gloomy, and he held the hilt of a broken sword blade in his hand, and the blade fell to his feet, stuck into the ground, and was already dim.

A sword, destroyed to this point, no matter how good the sword is, will be dull.

The sword in Chen Zhi's hand is like this, his martial arts are all based on the sword, without the sword, his combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced, in comparison, Chen Dao, who is already weak on the other side's line, is more and more obvious.

It's just that he can't afford to lose, not only because of his responsibilities but also because Chen Zhi cherishes his own life, Chen Zhi is resolutely unwilling to give up, there is a sound of weapons colliding in his ears, dozens of backbones lurking in Chang'an with him are also unable to escape the encirclement and suppression, the first wave of black-clothed people who came out of Huaihong Casino, under the leadership of several small leaders, are constantly staging encirclement and hunting, the red blood has dyed the ground blood-red, and with Chen Zhi being targeted by Mo Xiaohuan, The dozens of elite intelligence backbones he brought with him are dying at an unusually fast pace.

Chen Zhi glanced at it, although he was a little angry in his heart, but it was not that he couldn't afford to let go, now that there was a demon Dao giant like Mo Xiaohuan making a move, he didn't have the slightest confidence that he could take that person away, since there was not much chance, he wouldn't use an egg to touch a stone to seek death with righteousness.

"Want to go?"

Mo Xiaohuan sneered, his body disappeared in place strangely, those scarlet eyes, locked on Chen Zhi, as an excellent hunter, it was a very shameful thing to let the prey escape safely.

"Chang'an, this net, you can't escape."

Mo Xiaohuan sneered, looking at Chen Zhi, whose body kept rising and falling, his body was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, biting Chen Zhi tightly and not letting go. (To be continued......)