The fallen corpse, the sticky blood flowing down the grass, nourished a field on the side of the road. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Nie Fu woke up slowly, smelled the strong smell of blood, glanced at the corpse on the ground, and immediately understood the current situation.

Nie Fu is four or five years younger than her sister, at most sixteen or seventeen years old, but what she has experienced is all evil, like being imprisoned and playing with birds, and she has never controlled her own destiny.

She was familiar with the boning knife next to the corpse, and had seen it several times in the restaurant, and although she was tortured by all evil stewards on weekdays, the person lying on the grass was a hundred times more cruel than the butler.

The fact that her sister and Madame Jiang could kill such a person shocked Nie Fu. It turns out that women can also do things and kill people. A glimmer of light flashed on his youthful and immature face, as if he had suddenly discovered that there was another possibility in this world.

Afu suddenly went crazy, gasped for breath, crawled to the corpse on her knees, grabbed the sharp knife on the grass, and stuck it in Lao Qi's chest.

In the pale moonlight, Nefu, who was dismantled in a cloak, held a sharp knife in his hand, and the blood flowed down and trembled and dripped to the ground.

I don't know how long it took, Nie Fu raised her head, only to find that Wang Cuihua and her sister Ah Rong were looking at her in shock.

Nie Fu smiled sadly, as if she had changed into a different person, her original weakness was gone, she tucked the sharp knife into her waist, grabbed Lao Qi's shoulders with both hands and dragged it to the grass barley on the side of the road. Ah Rong and Wang Cuihua nodded in understanding, casually covering up the messy bloodstains, and pretending to sit in place as if nothing happened.

The moonlight was a little dark, and it was impossible to see people's faces and movements from a distance, the two butchers approached, and saw that only two of the three women were left, and said with a smile: "The seventh master is still an old habit, and he doesn't like to be disturbed by others......!"

"Why the is something wrong with me?"

"Of course it's wrong, I fuck it in bed on weekdays, but now it's even cooler!"

"Lie down for Lao Tzu!" one of them threatened.

Nie Rong lay down obediently, put her hands crossed on her chest, slowly closed her eyes, she didn't know whether she was really nervous or pretended to be on her face, and the grievances and pain were undoubtedly revealed on her beautiful little face, which made people feel soft and stingy.

"Little lady, don't be afraid, you will be very gentle. ”

A man sat on Nie Rong's lap with his buttocks, leaning over to kiss him, his stubby neck was just right to the position of Nie Rong's hands, and Nie Rong smelled a disgusting smell of oil. Nie Rong didn't hesitate any longer, the short knife hidden in her sleeve suddenly thrust up, and it immediately penetrated the man's neck, which was the location of the neck artery, blood spurted out wildly, and Nie Rong's pale face was instantly sprayed into a bloody face.

The sudden change was abrupt, and before the other man's belt was unfastened, he heard the sound of wind in his ears.

"Whew!"

The stone in Wang Cuihua's hand was photographed against the man's head.

After all, the man was a cultivator, and his reaction was much faster than ordinary people, and he instinctively waved his hand and punched it, hitting the stone that was slapped.

"Click!" the sound of the knuckles cracking.

Wang Cuihua failed to hit the other party, and was more than a foot high by Zhenyuan Zhenfei and fell heavily to the ground.

On the Heavenly Candle Peak, although Wang Cuihua did not cultivate, she had been digging stones and opening mountains with Jiang Liao all day long, and she had faintly realized something, but she didn't know it, she felt that her already strong body was stronger and more powerful than usual.

Wang Cuihua's eyebrows frowned suddenly, endured the soreness of her arms, turned over and jumped up from the grass, and hugged the man's waist.

"Quick, plug him!"

Knowing that there was still an ambush, the butcher screamed and warned his two companions: "Kill ...... People!", at the same time, trying to break free from Wang Cuihua's hands, his right hand didn't have time to pull out the sharp knife on his waist, filled with true yuan, and smashed directly on Wang Cuihua's broad back.

One after the other, two sharp knives reached the butcher's chest at the same time, almost in no particular order, and poof!

Nie Fu and Nie Rong stood almost face to face in front of the butcher, and at the same time as the short knife was drawn, the corpse slipped and fell, and Wang Cuihua also fell to the ground, breathing in the night breeze with her back facing up, her face turned from red to pale, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Madame Jiang......," Nie Fu said.

"The old lady is not so easy to deal with! Let's run!" Wang Cuihua, who had been punched hard, jumped up from the ground all of a sudden, and the three of them didn't dare to stay under the moonlight, and ran wildly along the white swaying avenue.

It was less than a hundred feet away from where the butcher was hiding and resting, and the movement here still alarmed the two of them. After a few ups and downs, the two came to the side of the road, watched their brothers die worse than the other, and chased after them fiercely.

"Stinky bitch, take your life ......"

The cultivators of the Apocalypse Realm, the True Yuan can be mobilized and the speed can surpass that of ordinary horses. The two of them went one after the other, their toes lightly touched the grass, and they landed on the miserable white dirt road, raising a little dust, and just being blown away by the night wind, the figure had already flown out five or six feet away again.

In just a moment, the three women were blocked in the middle of the avenue.

"Third master, we deserve to practice tonight. The boning knife flipped quickly in a man's hand.

"Don't talk nonsense, slaughter it. The third master stretched out his hand, and the sharp knife turned into a streamer of light and approached the door of Nie Fu's face.

At the moment of death, Nie Fu was calm, and the coldness that had just been poured out of hatred turned into infinite disappointment, and finally returned to a calm without worry, and said slowly: "Father, mother, brother, Xiaofu has come to reunite with you......"

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Ding, there was a clear sound in the night sky, and a little firefly burst out in the white moonlight, which was the spark from the weapon hitting the sharp knife.

Neff calmly opened her eyes and found that she was not dead. It seems to have fallen from the sky, and there is one more person on the road, and it is also a woman.

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, dressed in a bright red gown, her calm eyes like a dead well without waves, stood quietly in front of the three women, as if in some kind of contemplation.

The girl held a thin-edged sword in her right hand, and her left hand, which was stained with dirt, drooped naturally, and crimson blood could be seen slowly dripping from her fingertips in the bright moonlight.

Liars are damned!

The girl turned around, raised her thin sword, and continued with a blank face: "Men deserve to die!"

On the gorgeous red dress, there were thorns torn everywhere, black hair was scattered, covered with grass clippings and dust, the originally pretty Baili Ice became cold and manic, and a kind of extreme resentment and coldness wrapped in the ruthless killing machine in the moonlight, even on a summer night, people couldn't help but shiver.

"Kill to pay for your life, pay for debts. We're doing justice, and these bitches booby-trapped three of my brothers. Little girl, you take your Yangguan Road, I cross my single-plank bridge, and our well water does not interfere with the river water. I advise you not to lose your life because of this. The butcher felt the indifference in the girl's eyes, and did not want to provoke such a character.

Without warning, a clear sword light flashed in the moonlight, and a few feet away, a thin red line appeared on the butcher's face, and only a moment later did blood erupt from his head and face, and the entire skull was cut in half.

Unexpectedly, the girl said that she would make a move, and the other butcher let out a deep sigh, and the sword came at her. Less than a foot forward, the butcher felt a shock in his body, and an invisible aura shrouded him.

"Decent family. A thought flashed through the butcher's mind. The originally swift movements stagnated slightly, and the slender sewing needle pierced his heart straight without hesitation.

The eighteen butchers, who had killed countless people, did not expect death to come in such a way, and a pair of bull's eyes stared incredulously at the thin sword that had sunk into his chest. The sword was too steady, too straight, it didn't look like it was killing, it was like eating, drinking, walking, and it pierced into his chest as usual, without the slightest trembling.

The butcher's last feeling before dying was a fiery heat, as if he had pulled out a red-hot tongs from his chest, which was the result of Zhenyuan's attachment to the rapillod.

A line of blood spurted into the air, and as the corpse fell rapidly, it smashed to the ground, kicking up a foot-long dust.

"Thank you girl for the rescue!" Nie Rong stepped forward and said.

The girl in red seemed to react a little slowly, as if she didn't kill the person just now, and stood in place for a long time before she said calmly, "I want to thank you, the mountain behind Xianjian Peak is looking for me." He didn't take a second look at the corpses on the ground, let alone look at the three of them, and walked along the moonlit avenue, like a ghost, without making a sound.

Looking at Baili Bing's distant figure, the Nie sisters suddenly felt that a woman should be like her, able to kill, so indifferent. There doesn't seem to be anything in this world that can make them enthusiastic.

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Boldness of execution stems from superb skill!

On Mengyu Mountain, in front of the Immortal Soul Gate, everyone looked at this young and sturdy young man in shock.

The Southern Sect is still unfamiliar with this sturdy young man, and has never seen such a young man.

"Let me introduce you to you, this is my brother, the brother who died. Jiang Liao! from the Northern Heavenly Candle Peak. Xu Feng didn't hide his pride.

Xu Feng clenched his fists and said: "Declare in advance that our brothers have old grudges with the Immortal Soul Gate, and when all the magic weapons come out, blast open the mountain gate, and leave the matter of capturing and killing the head of the sect and breaking the army to us, please take care of it." ”

In front of the Southern Sect, he said that he would capture and kill the broken army, which was a bit unashamed, and he didn't take everyone seriously.

A junior disciple of the Immortal Sword Sect couldn't look at it, and was angry and wanted to step forward to theorize, but Fu Qingshan grabbed his sleeve.

"Regardless of the north and south, the sect welcomes the Jiang Liao brothers to join. However, the fierce battle is dangerous, and capturing and killing the thief is even more dangerous, and it is necessary to pay attention to a little creation. ”

What Fu Qingshan said was also the truth, and several treacherous and cunning disciples of the White Tiger Gate and the Immortal Sword Sect behind him immediately showed a submissive smile on their faces, and now they couldn't even smash the gate of the cave mansion, so they began to scramble for the credit of capturing and killing the head of the sect, which was indeed a little early.

Po Jun is not an ordinary person, not whoever wants to kill it, unless Miaoyu Daogu and Fu Qingshan, others are really not necessarily a good thing against Shang Po Jun.

"Everyone, start breaking the formation!" Fu Qingshan said loudly.

Everyone retreated in an orderly manner, formed an echelon formation, sacrificed their blades, and blasted towards the black gate together.

For a time, the sound of breaking wind whizzed, and countless streams of light streaked across the night sky, like fireworks over Salt Lake City on Chinese New Year's Eve, and the scene was spectacular.

A violent roar followed, the formation was attacked, and undulating waves rose from the black gate. The rocks on both sides of the gate instantly collapsed, and then were blown into fine gravel by the frantic air current, and the entire Mengyu Mountain was trembling.

"Smash this urinal!" Wang Debang had suffered the loss of the formation, and at this time he was fierce and shouted loudly.

"Everyone, don't give the formation a chance to fight back!" said the third senior brother Meng Gu.

With the bombardment of Zhenyuan and various blades, on the gate where the formation was attached, the black waves rose and fell more violently, like a vertical asphalt sea.

"Squeak...... Yikes......"

Like a sigh of abandonment of resistance, the screeching sound of the doorpost grinding sounded in everyone's ears.

This was a precursor to the collapse of the formation.