The whole journey was not very smooth, but when I saw him walking here, his steps became more and more heavy and shaky, like... It was very badly injured.

Such a master!

This person's swordsmanship is so high! When you take it for granted, who can hurt him?

As the middle-aged man approached.

It's pitch black, the night is pitch black, the people are also pitch black, the eyes under the cloak are also pitch black, the hair is pitch black, and the knife in the hand is pitch black.

I could see it clearly under the light of the moon, but I saw that the expression on his face was so miserable that it was even more like a blank piece of paper when it was illuminated by the light of the moon.

However, the only thing that remains unchanged is that the face as white as paper is too terrifying.

Breathing heavily, the body (an old) son is about to fall down when he pushes it.

……

Although the sword is out of the sword, it can't hold it steadily, and it is dragged to the ground like this.

Although injured.

Although he was injured, his spirit was still there.

But a pair of eyes are still shining, which makes people inadvertently chill when they see it.

But seeing his sharp eyes flicker a few times, he immediately came towards the locust tree.

I don't know why!

Zhang Le was overjoyed.

What I imagined in my heart: Come well. The dark luck spiritual power is on the palm of his hand, and when the middle-aged man approaches, he will first attack him by surprise, and then quickly turn his palm into a point that makes him faint.

This is?

At that time, Jiang Dudrunk's whereabouts can also be asked when he wakes up.

I have an idea in my mind.

There are so many thoughts!

The two eyes looked at the middle-aged man in an instant.

At this time, it was getting late on this night when the silver moon was high.

Four human shadows.

The sword color is vast and terrifying.

Four swords that shimmered with cold light.

Could it be that there is really going to be a big war?

Suddenly jumped down from the roof of the house on the right, their movements were as fast as flashes, full of electricity, Zhang Le didn't see it clearly, they were already standing there upright, blocking the middle-aged man in all directions.

But when I saw that he was wearing a tight (an old) black coat, he wore a black turban and a black face scarf, but he only showed a pair of sparkling eyes.

Most likely.

Four pairs of eyes.

This must be, Zhang Le has seen it as a bloody scene!

Like a sharp blade, he looked directly at the middle-aged man in a daze. It's like... It was an invisible magical force that drew their sight.

Very sharp!

Very smart!

It's breathless!

Intense and very sharp!

Brush!

Qing shuang, lonely and cool night, late in the sky, under the moon, pavilions, streets, next to the locust tree, instantly filled with a very sharp air that makes people naturally rise a chill in the bottom of their hearts.

At an amazing speed.

The middle-aged man was disheveled, his face was so pale that he looked like he was about to fall when he pushed it, but suddenly he straightened up.

What kind of speed is this?

The cold eyes of those who saw it were filled with a look of resolute and pride. In the face of such a powerful opponent, his arrogance is still awe-inspiring.

The mood is a little heavy!

When you really meet the strong, the more you fight, the stronger you get.

Five people are standing there like this!!

Doesn't move, like a statue... So so.

The breeze blows, and the white petals blooming on the locust tree flutter and fall all over the sky.

In the breeze, there was a sense of slaughter.

The petals are still falling!

Plump and shining.

Wind and rain.

All of this seems to have changed color, and it really makes people's heads empty all of a sudden, which is really not a deceptive thing.

Suddenly, four long swords flashed in the light of the moon, and the body and movement moved with the sword, and the sword danced with it.

Suddenly!

But a white light shrouded the middle-aged man in it.

Under the light of the silver moon, the white petals flying in the sky fell one by one, drifting half a foot away from the smoothness of the sword qi.

Two beautiful figures, galloping!

It was actually cut in half by that powerful sword qi of slaughter, and fell directly to the ground.

Zhang Le hid behind a tree, and he was even more frightened and frightened, and cold sweat appeared on his back (an old one). 1 ;

I just feel very sharp.

Long knock knock!

The sword qi pressed on his heart, making people angry.

The middle-aged man was in a white glow there, his body and movements were also fast and vigorous, and the sword in his hand was even faster and more incoherent.

It's a diameter of sharpness.

Above the long and silent street.

"Knock knock!"

The sound of "jingling" is endless, urgent and crisp.

Zhang Le just watched it for a long time, his eyes were cloudy, confused, and he was afraid in his heart.

Suddenly, the wind was blowing in Avaha.

Undiminished!

The locust trees are swaying.

The wind blows.

The white petals and leaves were even more fluttering in the wind, and in the fierce wind of Avaha, there was a very sharp sword aura, which was even more formidable and more formidable.

When the white petals and leaves approached the range of the struggle, they were no longer halved, but directly attacked by a powerful and invisible force.

It's terrifying!

This feeling is unavoidable, full of very sharp power.

Zhang Le was even more frightened when he saw it.

His heart was both excited and blood boiling, he had grown so big, and he had never seen such a duel with such a master, it was really a sword aura, and the lookers were afraid, which made people sigh!

Yes! Yes!

Suddenly, the sound of urgent "clanging" stopped, as did the Awaha Tempest, as did the five figures (one old) body and movement.

There was another burst of voice, this sound was so rapid that it made people panic and want to collapse!

At this moment, it all stopped!

……

Zhang Le just felt that the heart he lifted seemed to pause at this moment.

Sweat!

It's not hot sweat, it's a kind of cold sweat that makes people feel like it's too terrifying.

It's really, terrifying, cold beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

The palms of his hands propped up on the trunk of the tree were clung to death, and his fingernails were pierced into the bark of the tree, and he didn't even notice it.

Lonely and cold, empty and empty at night.

Everything, it's not a bad feeling, here, lonely and cold, empty pavilions, streets, quiet people.

Empty!

Life is boiling, and all words are swaggering.

The sword qi is compelling, very sharp and brewing, very thick, and disappears in an instant.

Everything in the world seemed to be silent at this moment.

……

The four swords, the four sharp sword qi of the cold forest, were stabbed in the throat, the fierce chest, the left flank, and the right flank.

The speed is so fast, the position is so accurate, the master is the master, but the middle-aged man is still standing upright, but the sword has already fallen.

I can't tell the difference.

That pair of sharp and resolute eyes, tall posture, fast movement, everything! Also with no color at all.

(End of chapter)