The green shirt was drunk, his body was shaking, and he was a little tired.

Drinking Fu was as intoxicating as a lullaby, and with a plop, Chen Yuzhi was lying on the forest path, very leisurely.

This scene stunned everyone, even Zhu He and Confucian Sheng couldn't see through it, and it was easy to say that they escaped from the battle, but it was unheard of to sleep on the ground.

Fang Zhijian slashed out, Zhu Hezha stepped off the horse, seized the opportunity to put his palms together, and knocked the knife tightly. The knife contains murderous intent, the little devil has accumulated for a long time, although Zhu He is a pseudo-Tongyu, but it is not so easy to dissolve.

Taking advantage of the gap in the first gear, Fang Zhijian shouted: "Chen Yuzhi, what kind of trouble are you making here? If you don't get up, everyone will have to explain to Funiu Mountain!"

Qingyi still didn't react, the little miscellaneous hair was exhausted, protecting Zhu Cijing from anyone, he believed that Chen Yuzhi would wake up, and he was as firm as he was at the beginning, and he had never changed.

Hazy but lying in the mountains, the crescent moon wanders, the dawn dream returns, and the north wind blooms early plum overnight.

Sang Zhi pestered Hongyan and confronted Xiaoyaosheng, she pulled Ye Wanwan behind her, and said angrily: "It turns out that you are the one who is in the middle of the sentence." ”

"So what?"

The woman's left hand circled, holding the red silk round and round, until the end of the hand, she stopped, and said: "Murder pays for life." ”

Xiaoyao Shengpi didn't smile, as if he heard a joke, he moved forward step by step to tear the red silk, but Zhu Yiyi protected the Ding furnace with his heart, and didn't forget to tell her: "Don't let her die here." ”

"Don't worry, you will have a good night together. ”

Xiaoyaosheng was afraid of Lei Fa, and at this time, Qingyi had fallen into a deep sleep, and he turned into a black mist and hid in the forest, and the wind blew and made the red silk sway.

These words seemed to be in hand, and Xiao Zamao gritted his teeth, hating to cut the two of them to Funiu Mountain. Starting from the Laojun Pavilion, leaving Li Xiyang and raising his hand to shake the pavilion, in fact, Chen Yuzhi was leading the battle situation, and when the crisis was coming, Fang Zhijian was not afraid at all, how could the people of the Eighteen Serial Docks be greedy for life and afraid of death? Today, the green shirts are killing and the small road is shaking the pavilion, how can he be weaker! With Sang Zhi taking care of him in the rear, he stared at Zhu He and lifted the Gudian knife.

The knife edge is lined with crescent moons, the branches in the forest are still snow-white after the snow, the yin wind carries the bitter cold on the face, Fang Zhijian out of the knife is like splitting the sea tide, and he does not stop until he is exhausted, and he does not stop if he does not cut Zhu He.

After ten knives, it gradually got better, and the momentum reached a higher level.

Twenty knives later, there was a mess in front of him, the grass and trees were broken, and the muddy ground in the forest was like a trace pulled by a plough pulled by a plough ox, with different shades.

After thirty knives, Zhu He could not resist the sword intent, the tiger's claws cracked, and he retreated about half a mile, not daring to approach.

Ben can also cut out eight knives, Fang Zhijian a knife to help Sang Zhi shake back the black fog, the power of the seven knives knocked heavily on the ground, the knife intent penetrated into the land, and broke out of the ground half a mile away, as fierce as a hidden dragon out of the sea, mixed with the smell of earth and killing intent, wanting to devour Zhu He standing on it.

The tip of the Gudian knife sank into the ground for three points, and the man in the cloth jacket knelt on one knee, revealing a rare sense of exhaustion. He smiled bitterly at Li Xiyang, the two of them understood, and glanced at the young man in green shirt who was oozing saliva at the tip of his mouth, and said astringently: "I have tried my best, but the thirty-eight swords are still so weak and powerless, I only regret that I didn't have time to see the chasm cut by the Jiazi swordsman......"

Zhu He noticed that it was not good after the thirty knives in the cloth jacket, and drank it for many years, the mutton fat jade net bottle was clear, but it was red, and the fishy smell was like nectar for Zhu He, drinking to the bottom, the pseudo-Tongyou became the real Tongyu, and the strength of the momentum could be perceived within a radius of several miles, which was also the reason why Fang Zhijian said those words.

Red Aya and the black mist have been entangled for a long time, no matter how hard the woman tried, she couldn't defeat it, and the fog dispersed and merged, completely trying to exhaust the bride. Beads of sweat on Sang Zhi's forehead slid down his lips, with the intention of being discouraged, and Zhu He's momentum half a mile away was monstrous, I was afraid that even if Chen Yuzhi woke up, it would be difficult to deal with it...... blamed herself, not only hurt Ye Wanwan, but also affected these three promising young men in the rivers and lakes, if she chose again, she would definitely not hesitate to step over the brazier and drive away the three people in Qingshan. What about being in the sheepfold? It's better than killing them.

Zhu He walked one step and ten steps, wanting to get rid of a few people as quickly as possible to prevent changes. I squandered my treasures for many years, and if I couldn't get the Holy Maiden of Jiulong Mountain, it would be a loss-making deal. Today's reputation is ruined, a pavilion is lost, a son is lost, and an ordinary person is replaced, it is estimated that he would have collapsed a long time ago, but Zhu He doesn't care, as long as he catches Sang Zhi, he can be among the ranks of the secluded, if he encounters some chances, maybe he can go to Dongxuan, thinking of this, it doesn't hurt to die a son.

Fang Zhijian felt the momentum coming step by step, and pulled out the Gudian knife and crossed it on his neck.

Xiao Zamao shouted: "Fang Zhijian, what are you going to do!"

The little devil smiled unruly and said: "It's too dirty to die in their hands, it's better to cheapen yourself, so it can be regarded as a hero and a hero......"

In the midst of his dreams, the wine saint Lanyue was drinking, so he was at ease, until he saw the sky, and then said to Chen Yuzhi: "Stinky boy, do you understand?"

Tsing Yi shook his head and said in a daze: "I don't understand!"

"It takes a reason to draw a sword, and the same is true for drinking, if you can understand a little bit of ease, how can you stop at the ninth grade...... If you have nothing to do, you can't take it easy, and the east side of Barberry is already red!"

Qingshan opened his eyes, and happened to catch a glimpse of the black mist surging in the air, and said casually: "Thirty-six thunder places, seventy-two yin passes, high on the divine night method, turn Qi into heavenly thunder." ”

Chen Yuzhi was lying in the forest like an old fairy, holding his head with a fist in one hand, and patting his palm at will towards the sky, after the heavy snow, there was thunder, and the winter insects that had been dormant in the mountains and forests for several miles were awakened, and the thunder arc was as thick as an arm, breaking through the black fog.

Tsing Yi stood up and said, "Little devil, what are you doing?"

The thunder in the palm of the palm is unstoppable, and before the thunder falls, the black mist has collapsed, and he is free to fall among the thorns, a blood hole in his chest is extremely cautious, and one leg keeps twitching, and he can already be regarded as half a dying person.

When everyone saw the green shirt wake up, hope was ignited in their hearts, and the more important reason was that the young man's momentum at this time had overwhelmed the distance, and the real quiet atmosphere made people feel at ease. Fang Zhijian put down the Gudian knife and spit out turbidity, although the people in the rivers and lakes are free and easy, and look down on death, but on the contrary, who is willing to die in vain? He Fang Zhijian has an arrogant backbone, a mouthful of arrogance, and would rather die than give in, and now witnessing the rise of the green shirt, he is even more overjoyed, although he has exhausted his strength, he still smiled and said: "Chen Yuzhi, fuck him!"

Chen Yuzhi did not pick up the black sword, but walked to the little devil's side, took the Gudian knife, at the moment of receiving the knife, the young man no longer smiled, and said: "I heard that you want to see the demeanor of the Jiazi swordsman, then take a look!"

For Jiazi swordsman, although Chen Yuzhi always calls him old man Lei, he admires him from the heart, this old guy who is also a teacher and friend, sometimes more like his own relatives, that day in order to protect himself and Lu Xiaoyin, he was willing to go to the Yumen Pass, and left a knife that makes today's Jianghu swordsmen fearful, and also left a knife that makes today's Jianghu swordsmen full of hope, this knife breaks the shackles of swordsmanship...... But in Chen Yuzhi's eyes, this knife is Old Man Lei's hope for himself, if Qingshan can't move the rivers and lakes, then he is sorry for him Lei Xiaoyang.

Chen Yuzhi said with tears in his eyes: "Old man Lei, begonia cakes, roast chicken, roast goose, and burnt knives will all be there, you wait a minute." ”