The famous sword Hanjiang Xue is a divine weapon of the famous "Weapon Spectrum", and the sword body is fused with the cold iron of 10,000 years under the Kunlun Glacier to penetrate the ice blue, and after penetrating the Wuhei Tower, the blade is not stained with blood, and the faint blue light exudes infinite coldness, constantly eroding the wounds of the Wuhei Tower. After the www.biquge.info swordsman sneered, he didn't want the sword to continue to be defiled, and pulled it out directly, his face was happy: "Cold poison enters the body, wait for death!" ”

The black iron strong man didn't say a word, he was seriously injured, and at this time, his mind was still full of thoughts about how to let Duan Ping live.

Wu Heita is an extremely simple person, and if he believes that he knows the grace of the retribution, he will go all the way with his head, no matter whether there is a mountain of swords or a sea of fire in front of him. That night, he was surrounded by the victims, and it was easy to get out with his strength, but when he saw the tears in the eyes of the ragged victims, he didn't want to hurt anyone, but his father was also starving, and he had no choice but to protect the vital points and let the victims besiege him, and his arms were full of scratches and tooth marks, which have not completely subsided until now.

He remembered that there were many onlookers on the roadside at that time, but no one stepped forward to stop him, and it was not until Duan Pingsheng asked the little general Guo Mu to reward the refugees with five big coins that he was able to get out smoothly. At that time, he thought, how can he repay? But the old father was still hungry, he chose to use the most direct way, first stuffed the dirty steamed buns that fell on the ground into his mouth, and then kowtowed to the carriage, and then got into the crowd, but he didn't go far, he wanted to see the people sitting in the carriage clearly, but suddenly heard the name of the king of Wuyoujun.

Who is the King of Wuyoujun? Isn't it the person their father and son are finally looking for after five years of desperate work?

Wu Heita rushed back to the beggar's shack where the master and son lived temporarily, first used his fist to scare away the old ruffians and old fritters who had earned nothing, and then told Wu Zhibao about it, the old man didn't say anything, and his expression didn't change much, but that day the old man ate half a steamed bun and slept peacefully for the first time in five years.

After that, the father and son of the Wu family wandered around the streets, asking about any news about the Wuyou Palace, but their minds became more and more heavy, because most of what they heard was negative news, and the Wuyou King seemed to be no different from the powerful children who robbed the people's daughters. At that time, they happened to meet Lei Xingguo, who was looking for flowers and asking willows, and the old man of Jiangdongqi couldn't help but go up to theorize, of course Lei Hu didn't admit it, not only did he not admit it, but he also arrested them to the government, but fortunately, Wu Heita was clever and pulled Wu Zhibao to run, which led to the later street stop.

The father and son of the Wu family who escaped by luck had the most uneasy day, they were not sure what kind of person King Wuyou was, but they did not dare to think about the consequences of failure, Wu Heita wanted to go into battle alone, but Wu Zhibao said that he would personally return the Jiangdong Banner to King Wuyou no matter what. In this way, with the mentality of going into battle to kill the enemy, the father and son waited on the side of the road early, and when they were hungry and cold, they saw a vendor selling oil cakes passing by on the side of the road, Wu Zhibao took out the last silver money and bought half of an oil cake. After eating, the old man said a word, just as this was a severed head meal, and then knelt on the street with a sharp axe, and Lei Xingguo, who was so anxious to jump to his feet, immediately wanted to get rid of them.

Wu Heita thought that he didn't even have time to say what he wanted to say the most, so he had to go to see Lord Yan, because Lei Xingguo's knife was really unreasonable, and they also knew that there were many people in the palace who didn't want them to be reasonable. Wu Heita looked at the people opposite, he felt very aggrieved, and the thousands of words in his chest that he wanted to say wanted to pour out at this moment, but Lei Xingguo not only forcibly installed a gate on his mouth, but also beheaded him.

He was very aggrieved, he wanted to express his grievances, and angrily scolded and exposed Lei Xingguo, a shameless scum, and then King Wuyou spoke, said what he wanted to say, and beheaded the thunder tiger he wanted to bite to death! Looking at the thief's dog head rolling to the ground, he also wanted to bite off his left ear as a battle feat, but he was a step slower, and the merit was snatched away by the old man, and after that, Wu Zhibao left, walking very peacefully, the black iron strong man looked distressed, in fact, he was very happy, because the old man just held his breath to go all over Liaodong to live until now, and now this breath can be vented, which is more important than anything else.

At that time, Wu Heita thought that he had to repay his kindness no matter what, and then he heard that Duan Pingsheng was going to guard the spirit of his father for three days, and his first reaction was that this was over, even if he took a small life, I am afraid that he would not be able to repay his kindness, and then he saw the frame of the palace walking towards the old palace, and once thought that Duan Pingsheng was just talking empty words, until the mourning hall was completed and King Wuyou stood beside him, which really made Wu Heita make up his mind, no matter what, this life is King Wuyou's, and he must die one step ahead of him.

It's just that he didn't expect this idea to come true so quickly.

The cold river snow pierced through his chest, making Wu Heita realize that he was not far from death, but he held his last breath, and his only intention was to kill another assassin and kill King Wuyou a way out. But how do you kill it? Just seriously injured the knife man in front of him lost most of his life, and it was all by faith that he could persist until now, and his whole body was sore, especially the sword wound on his chest, as if there were thousands of ants gnawing and climbing.

But he couldn't say anything, and his last breath was gone!

No way! Be sure to do something before this breath is exhausted!

So, Wu Heita couldn't help but look at the tiger-headed broadsword that belonged to the swordsman, and the swordsman who was unconscious by his punch let go of the long knife and let it fall. The black iron strong man grabbed his hand and swept back, his teeth clenched, his eyes blood-red, and he slashed at the back swordsman.

At this time, the man with the sword was walking towards the small stool that had knocked him unconscious, and the tooth marks on his legs ached, which made him angry, and he couldn't stand the fact that a lowly child dared to act like this. Looking at the small stool with bruises on his forehead, the man with the sword on his back thought coldly, it is pure overkill to kill you with Hanjiang Xue, and it is just a meaningless piece of data to crush your head with one foot.

One step forward, hanging on the head of the small stool, Duan Pingsheng was particularly worried, but he couldn't do anything, the spiritual power was exhausted and the mud pill was empty, he couldn't faint immediately, all because of his strong will, but in addition to the difficulty of maintaining his consciousness, it was extremely difficult for him to even walk.

Can you really just watch the little stool die?

Unwilling!

I agreed, and I would accompany him to find the academy!

Duan Pingsheng found that all he could do was still to urge the soul dementorship, but there was no spiritual power in the mud pill for him to use, but Duan recklessly used his consciousness to explore every corner of the mud pill palace, looking for any trace of residual aura, during this period, the Jiangdong Banner Soul became more and more dim, and cracks faintly appeared on the Broken Flag Soul, which was a sign of excessive overdraft, if it was not blocked, the consequences would be unimaginable, but Duan Pingsheng was like a madman, ignoring any price.

But in the end, he still failed to condense enough spiritual power to perform soul magic, and because he reached the limit, his eyes went dark......

There was a sword wind whistling on his back, and the man with the sword on his back was covered in hair, and he flashed to the side without thinking about it, he wondered how Wu Heita still had such terrifying strength, and he was full of contempt, and the other party only had one strength. Kankan dodged the round trajectory drawn by the tiger's head broadsword, and the sword-carrying man hesitated whether to reward him with another sword, so as not to cause trouble, but a strong crisis that arose from the bottom of his heart made him stop moving!

"Senior brother!"

The masked leader was full of sorrow, his luck was twelve times stronger, he brazenly resisted a few falling palms, strode straight towards Wu Heita, raised the big knife high, and hoarsely said: "Take your life!" ”

Compared with the empty and powerful Wu Heita, the masked leader's tiger head knife is more orderly, when the blade falls, there is an internal force exerted in the palm, through the handle of the knife across the knife body, and finally condensed to the sharpest point of the knife head, the grief and indignation of the masked leader At this moment, he suddenly realized a knife move that he could not understand, but he was not happy, he just wanted to hack this seriously injured fool to death!

The big sword carried the majestic momentum, so that Han Xiao, who was pursuing, could not stop it, and a very sharp qi curtain was condensed outside the blade, which could ensure that he could easily cut Wu Heita in two. The masked leader wished that Wu Heita could have a few more lives, so that he could vent all the unhappiness in his heart, and when he saw the tiger head knife wielded in Wu Heita's hand, he was even more annoyed, this knife is also worthy of you? This unsightly knife technique can kill!

Let Lao Tzu teach you how to use a knife!

It's just that tuition is your life!

The tiger's head sword was like a bamboo, and he slashed Wu Heita head, and the black iron strong man had nothing to do, because the long knife in his hand gathered the last strength in his body.

Daddy......

Son, this is coming for you! Don't go too fast!

Wu Heita looked at Wu Zhibao on the spiritual bed with the corner of his eye, his heart was full of remorse, if he knew a little martial arts, he wouldn't even be able to save his life, but unfortunately, a penny is difficult to defeat a poor man, and even food and clothing are a problem, how can he talk about practicing martial arts? However, the result was somewhat unexpected, Wu Heita felt that he seemed to encounter some obstacle in his hands, and then a stream of heat sprayed all over his face, and he turned his head to find that the masked leader was actually cut off by him!

What's going on?

Everyone was stunned! Wu Heita looked at the masked leader in disbelief, and only felt that it was his father's spirit in the sky that blessed him. But Han Xiao and the sword-bearer looked at Duan Pingsheng who was in a daze in surprise, they were very sure that it was all because of him!

In the drowsiness, Duan experienced a feeling of déjà vu, as warm as a sympathetic touch, quickly soothing his restless tired spirit, and the cold breath that came from nowhere soaked his almost depleted mud pills, making up for the fine cracks on the soul of the Jiangdong Banner.

In a trance, Duan Pingsheng finally remembered where he had encountered a similar feeling last time, in the Wind and Moon Tower, in front of that tranquil woman, when she looked at herself with affection.

On that day, Duan Pingsheng fell on the chessboard inexplicably, and at this moment, he finally realized the reason.

Since he came to the Wuyou Palace, Duan has not been in a better mental state than now, he can clearly see the drops of blood splashing from the masked swordsman's terrifying wounds, sense the excited light in the eyes of the beautiful Han Xiao, and also capture the panic in the eyes of the sword-bearer and the subtle movements of turning around and running.

The man with the sword was afraid, and he was scared, and he suddenly remembered that the opponent he was facing was the Duan prince who was crisscrossing the country, and the fear buried in his heart occupied his heart again at this time. As Duan Wangye's opponent, no matter what advantage he has in the early stage, don't be complacent, because he can only win in the end.

The man with the sword didn't want to die, it was about his future, so he turned around and fled, not caring about the brothers who were killed and wounded.

"I can't die! I can't die! I'm going to get the news out! I also want to become the top of the Qitian Guild! Hit the next round of gambling games to be the first in the world! ”

As if the demon was stunned by the sword man on his back, he tried his best to urge the light skill, just to escape from the palace one step earlier, but there was a person present who was a step higher than him in terms of realm and light skill. Han Xiao received Duan Pingsheng's signal, and without any delay, he performed light skills and blue water treading waves, and a hundred flowers appeared in his hands, slapping the body of the sword-bearer like lightning.

And Duan Pingsheng was not idle at this time, not only was the aura fully recovered, but even the total amount rose to one hundred, and he immediately consumed ninety points of aura to urge the Jiangdong Banner Soul to perform the strongest soul dementoring technique. At this moment, the sword-carrying man who was in a hurry to flee was slapped by Han Xiao and turned his body crooked, and inadvertently looked at someone in Duan, and then his body stiffened and fell straight to the ground. I have to say that Han Xiaoxiao is charming and natural, but he can move his hands, and he is even more ruthless than ordinary men.

She saw that the person with the sword on her back couldn't move, so she snatched the famous sword Han Jiangxue, and then killed him neatly.

I...... How...... Dead?

The unbelievable sword-bearer slowly closed his eyes and fell into eternal darkness.