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The threads around his neck were like the claws of a ghost, clutching his throat tightly. Sun Bin looked at Yang Shen with a hideous smile and walked over step by step; He saw the moment Sun Yong was scratched by Sun Meng's head, and saw the despicable ridicule on Sun Meng's face; He saw the woman's hands getting harder and harder, trying to cut off his head!

"Wait, Your Excellency the Yang God," the woman said suddenly, "Alright, we'll deliver the final blow." ”

Yang Shen's figure froze, he turned his head to look at Sun Zhongce, and when he saw Sun Zhongce nodding, he spread his hands helplessly: "Okay, okay...... Killing a Heaven-level Martial Artist, even if it is killing a Waste Heaven-level Martial Artist, this achievement is also a very precious experience. ”

Waste...... Thing?

Yang Shen said, "Aren't you the only 'craftsman'? Strangled him by you alone? It's not that I said, weaver girl, you don't have the ability. ”

The woman's face sank, "Don't worry, Yang God," she didn't even want to say the word Your Excellency, "The executioner of the craftsman is here." ”

Yang Shen turned his head and saw a flower-faced man carrying a head, stepping on the road that was chopped by Sun Bin's palm knife, "Famous play!" Yang Shen's tone was very exaggerated, "Wow, countless generals of the Imperial Court, participating in Li Wuzhong's assassination, a super assassin with a bounty of ten thousand gold from the imperial court, is more famous than me!" ”

Xizi didn't look at Yang Shen at all, but kept staring at Sun Bin who was strangled by his throat, and didn't speak, throwing the head on his hand.

Su Qingdao people.

Sun Bin could see it at a glance. This Taoist priest came to Sun's house in his twenties, and once asked Sun Bin for the secrets of the heaven-level, and Sun Bin saw that he had a good understanding, and he was not stingy to teach. Thanks to Sun Bin's teachings, Suqing, a Taoist priest in the Rock Dojo, can quickly break through the practice of Qi and reach the foundation building stage, which is equivalent to a ground-level martial artist.

However, the blessings and misfortunes of life and death, Sun Bin had already predicted that all living beings were walking on the road of death, so what was there to fear? The art of war is the art of death, and Sun Bin understands it better than anyone else.

He had expected it.

And Huang Guangming had quietly disappeared at this time. Not an assassin but a priest, he left silently, and even the Sun God did not know when he left.

Xizi looked at the pupils under the armor of the military general in front of him, and couldn't help frowning, and said, "Let him go." ”

Without waiting for Yang Shen and Sun Zhongce to speak, the woman named Weaver loosened the silk thread. Sun Bin coughed a few times, looked at the flower-faced man holding a big knife in front of him, and actually nodded and smiled.

Yang Shen didn't say anything about this, Sun Zhongce wanted to say something, but in the blink of an eye, he also understood.

"The old man is dead," Sun Bin's voice was like a broken gun full of rust, "just with the Yang God and this assassin named the weaver, the old man is definitely inseparable from here." ”

"Not necessarily!" Jianwutang suddenly heard a loud shout, and a middle-aged man with sword eyebrows and a long sword shouted, "Great Elder, let me and Gu Ge fight a bloody path for you!" ”

Sun Guge didn't speak, but his quaint gray knife said it all.

The Great Elder shook his head, "My legs are just derivatives of the Soldier Saint Phantom, and they can't be used for a long time. "Now, Sun Bin doesn't mind exposing his weaknesses.

He looked at Sun Zhongce, "My Sun family is sparse after all, and Jianwutang doesn't ask about the world, it's wrong after all." The power of the art of scheming is far beyond my imagination, and the art of war and martial arts are just a sharp weapon after all. Now that the Sun family is the only one left, don't get rid of Qiandu and Gu Ge, okay? ”

"If they're loyal to me." Sun Zhongce said.

Sun Bofu did not appear in their conversation, and he himself knew that his best future was self-shutting down, so he watched everything silently, like a tombstone about to decay.

And Huang Guangming, who was beside Sun Bofu, had quietly disappeared at this time. Not an assassin but a priest, he left silently, and even the Sun God did not know when he left.

The tree fell and scattered, and nothing more.

Sun Bin smiled, "I hope you can make the Sun family prosperous, and the descendants of the military saints must not fall into the prestige of the ancestors." He turned his head to look at the play that had been waiting for him, "You want to kill a serious me with your own hands?" ”

The actor said, "Please advise." ”

"The peak of the prefecture level, the eight veins are all connected...... Sun Bin sighed, "Peerless genius, how can he be a thief?" ”

The drama didn't answer, and Sun Bin also felt that it was boring to say this, "If you want to break through the heavenly level under my pressure and transform yourself, then ......" Sun Bin raised the black iron spear, and with a loud bang, a big hole was poked out of the handle of the gun on the ground, "Are you ready to die?" ”

Sun Bin's momentum began to condense, the armor broken by the Yang Refining Hand returned to its original state, the eyes under the mask became indifferent and solemn, and the power of the heaven-level martial artist directly pressed towards the play!

The actor's body did not move at all, and the eyes on the flower face looked through Sun Bin and looked at the plaque of the building behind him.

"Frugal ......," the actor muttered.

"What's your name?" Sun Bin suddenly said, "If you win, you will be a genius at the earth-level battle heaven level; If you lose, you are a warrior who is not afraid of life and death. Either one, it's worth my time to write down your name. ”

As if he didn't expect Sun Bin's question, the actor was also slightly stunned, but then he nodded, pointed at himself, and spit out two words.

"Specialized."

In addition to the weaver, everyone else remembered the name at the same time.

A name destined to resound throughout the Great Zhou.

"Zhuzhu ......" Sun Bin chewed on the two names carefully, "then...... You know, what is false and what is real? ”

The sky is full of gunshots, countless thunders, this question needs to be answered with a knife!

I saw that the knife of the play drew a circle, and countless gun shadows dissipated, only the knife intent was awe-inspiring.

"What are the Nine Changes?"

A slight stab, a stab and nine changes, lock the space around the play!

"What's the dispute?"

"What is war?"

"What is it?"

"What is potential?"

"What is the line?"

"What is form?"

"What is topography?"

"What is a fire attack?"

"What are the Nine Lands?"

"What is an attack?"

"What is the beginning?"

Sun Bin said one sentence at a time, beckoning and questioning, the black iron spear was ever-changing, and the guns were endless. And the drama actually blocked every move and style of the heaven-level martial artist Sun Bin, the tiger's mouth cracked, the seven holes bled out, and the ligaments were torn, only his glasses became brighter and brighter!

Sun Bin put away his gun and stepped back, looking at the drama in front of him, showing a look of appreciation, "What is a soldier?" ”

As soon as the word 'soldier' sounded, the momentum of thousands of troops and horses came again, Sun Bin's legs changed again, and a red-maned war horse suddenly appeared on the field, Sun Bin rode on the war horse, its power was unstoppable.

Yang Shen was also surprised inexplicably, "The Soldier Saint Phantom can not only transform severed limbs, but also create things out of thin air?" In addition to the heaven-level martial artist Yang Shen, the middle-aged elegant scribe who was hiding in the bamboo forest and beside Le Xisheng also showed a surprised look, "It is worthy of the "Martial Arts Thirteen" of the soldier saint Sun Wu......"

However, only the drama in front of Sun Bin knew the horror of the general in front of him.

Didn't speak again.

The sound of horses' hooves.

Wind.

Footsteps.

The general charged, and Sun Bin's black iron spear ploughed towards the play.

The drama is holding the sword, and the face of the flower shows the color of excitement!

There was a sonorous sound, and the staggering of guns and knives was just a moment. The flesh was stabbed into the iron spear, and the actor couldn't help it, and spat out all the scarlet that poured up his throat. He barely stood with the sword raised, and turned his head to look at the warrior who seemed to be descending from the heavens.

The play, who had not spoken since the beginning of the battle, said softly for the first time:

"Thank you."

As if feeling that the sincerity was not enough, the actor said again:

"Those two warriors, I will keep them from dying."

The blood-colored pupils under the general's face seemed to smile, and then the armor cracked, and the war horse dissipated.

The old man, who had broken his legs and had been frugal for a hundred years, fell to the ground with a thud.

He couldn't stand up anymore.