His cheek was slid by the sword qi, and a wound was inserted straight into his sideburns.

Thin streaks of blood flowed down his cheeks from the wound, but he couldn't move.

The blood that flowed from the wound was too late to wipe it clean, because the martial arts of the man opposite were not below him at all, as long as he was the slightest distraction, I am afraid that he would break the muscles and veins of his whole body and die.

Thinking about coming to Zhanyu, he didn't expect that King Shura would use such a vicious move against him.

But you must know that although the martial arts of the Shura King are high, but the martial arts of his battle are also comparable to him, if one is not careful, his skills surpass the Shura King, then the fate of the Shura King will not be a good death.

Therefore, such risks are one-to-one.

Zhan Yu thought so, but when he saw the man in black standing there with hatred in his eyes, his heart subconsciously beat suddenly, and he looked at King Shura, could it be that this person is creating an opportunity for the man in black to kill him?

At the thought of this, his face immediately changed.

When the heart is disturbed, it is inevitable that there will be some panic when the exercise, and the mentality of the Shura King is calm, so that the Zhan Yu will be injured by the opponent's internal force, and he feels a fishy smell in his throat, and he almost wants to spit out a mouthful of blood.

was crushed by him.

He immediately settled down and resumed his luck, and then he pressed back the power of King Shura, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the man in black was holding a soft sword in his hand and was already walking towards him step by step.

The soft sword in her hand was in the snow light, and the cold light refracted from it stung his eyes.

He couldn't help but close his eyes, and was attacked by King Shura again, this time he didn't hold back, a mouthful of blood spread out from the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't stop it, he spit out a mouthful of blood forward, staining the snowy eaves red.

Qiu Yinong approached step by step, and stopped ten paces away from him, the man's face became clearer and clearer in her mind, and she saw him standing in the gazebo, with fluttering gauze tents on all sides.

It was in the pavilion of the Qianqiu Palace, in the rolling and dancing of the gauze tent, that she and he had countless affections.

At that time, the country was ruined, and her heart was depressed, so she often got drunk in the pavilion, and when she was drunk, she would fall asleep in the pavilion.

If you want to say that the only thing in this world that can move her out of that shadow, is Zhan Yu.

He would always come when she was so drunk that she was sleepy and crying that her heart was broken, wearing the black robe that had not changed for many years, and when she walked, the dark hem of the dress first appeared in her eyes, and then the black boots.

Then the man would stand still before her, and when he saw her half ringing, he would bend down and take the jar of wine from her bosom.

She went to snatch the wine jar in his hand, but he turned it over and poured all the wine in the wine jar on her head, the man pursed his thin lips and looked at her coldly, and the words were like ice: "Eleven, you should wake up!" ”

When the wine poured down from her head, and she tasted the salty, salty, spicy and spicy taste, not to mention how happy she was, she refused to sober up, and looked at him with a stupid smile: "I am very sober, give me wine quickly." ”