In the yellow sand, a black suit flew in the blood splash, and the sword light and sword shadow were dazzling. The sword in hand fell, one sword and one person, and the bloody wind and rain within ten steps converged into a river.

The three-foot long hair was flying messily in the air, and the left-handed sword with a temperament should be as if it was stained with the breath of a mortal at this moment, and it would no longer be the appearance of being high above and looking through the clouds.

Her blood-stained eyebrows and eyes had a fierce sense of killing, and her face was like the cold ice that was frozen in winter, as if she was in the hell of Shura, and her hair crown was broken somewhere, only a green silk was left.

The long sword was bloody, and even the corners and long sleeves of the robe were soaked with blood, and the color became dark. The famous left-handed sword in the rivers and lakes has never been so embarrassed, she narrowed her eyes, stared at the soldiers who kept coming from all directions, her lips pursed, and she kept repeating the same sentence in her heart, Wei Yu, you have to wait for me, you have to wait for me, Wei Yu......

Emperor Wei and Gongzi sat on their horses, and across the thousands of troops and horses that were constantly pressing towards the black-clothed woman, their faces were peaceful, and they could be said to be calm and calm in the wind and rain.

"The left-handed sword should be taken away, and it really lives up to its name." Emperor Wei looked at the person who was fighting with his sword among the soldiers and horses, and sighed lightly in a flat tone with a little pity.

"Hmph...... So what, and see how she can survive these thousands of elite soldiers! Childe Lin snorted coldly when he heard this, and squinted fiercely at a pair of eagle eyes, "It's ridiculous that the ants don't know it, and they are delusional about the ants shaking the tree!" ”

"Huh...... Childe's words are wrong, and he needs to know that the embankment of thousands of miles collapsed in the anthill. Emperor Wei raised his eyes and looked at the sky, and his eyes were full of desire to win the world, "If all the people in this world are people like Yan Taiziyu who regard power as a piece of the world, maybe they will reduce the killing, if there are ten such people in this world, maybe take the heads of you and me like probing for things." ”

However, there is only one prince Yu, Emperor Wei chuckled, a person without ambition, even if he won the hearts of the people, could not hinder his ambition to dominate the world. There is only one one person who should be separated, even if one person is killed in ten steps, in the case of being outnumbered by the enemy, it is inevitable that the pearl will sink into pieces, and the body will be the first to dew......

The long sword in his hand pointed to the ground, Ying Zhaoli looked at the people who were doing more and more, the tiger's mouth was red and numb due to the continuous fighting, and his fingers trembled slightly, her avenue was ahead, and he was waiting for her.

Her cheeks, delicate as the ink pen, were like a thousand lights blooming, and she looked up to the sky and laughed, as if piercing the endless clouds, tearing apart the dazzling glow of the sky, and the laughter passed through thousands of troops and horses, which made people's hearts stir.

"The long song should cry, the sad husband and the earth are sad, the way of the sword is eternal, the way is not the same way as the kings, day and night, and the sigh and joy are also mourning......"

People who sing with the sword, the only one in the world should be left, and future generations all sigh that this woman is comparable to the heroic dry clouds of men, and no one in the world can match its calm and open-mindedness in thousands of armies.

With a twist of the wrist, the long sword fell into her right hand, her sword was faster, only an afterimage remained, dozens of people fell to the ground with a bang, the body shape was like a ghost that was unpredictable, the skin and flesh were separated, the limbs were separated, and a thin blood mist sprayed all over the ground, her eyes were as red as blood, as if she had escaped into the devil's path, and those who stood in her way died.

The blood path that gradually separated made Gongzi Lin startled in his heart, and the killing intent in his eyes was even stronger, this person is not dead, it is a great disaster! Emperor Wei is sharp eyebrows, his eyes shoot a terrifying ghostly light, and his right hand sword? A good left-handed sword should be taken away?! You really deceived the world!!