There were blood stains on Zhao Wenqi's body, dry and undried, blurred into a piece. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The dress on his body, which has been almost two years, is broken and blood-red, and can only barely hang on his body. In the past two years, Zhao Wenqi has not even had time to change his clothes.

Bang!

An intact stone suddenly exploded, and the powerhouses at the peak of the whole realm sneaked up!

Such a killer has been lurking here for seven days, completely integrating his aura with the surrounding environment, and he can't detect the slightest fluctuation.

With such a close distance, a fatal killing move, the powerhouse of the Divine Hidden Realm is afraid that he will also be hated on the spot.

The cold autumn water in your hand is horizontal!

A sword, cut the autumn water!

The broken stones crumbled and became a rain that filled the sky.

The killer was left with only one head, his eyes wide open, looking at this incredible result, unable to bare under the yellow spring. He who participated in the hunting of the powerhouses of the Divine Hidden Realm, will he be defeated by a seriously injured and dying nobody today?

Zhao Wenqi half-knelt on the ground and coughed violently, bringing out the little blood left in his body. He didn't have much strength left to stand still.

Break!

In the midst of the rocks, a pitch-black arrow suddenly struck!

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But they couldn't cut it off.

Zhao Wenqi retreated again and again, staggered and fell into the pile of rubble, and could no longer stand up.

Looking at the somewhat gray sky, Zhao Wenqi gasped heavily, there was anger in his eyes, but he couldn't release it.

In the past two years, he has walked a long way, but he has never found his junior brother.

Doing this may not be useful at all, but let him sit down and enter the cave blessed land to cultivate, he will not be able to be stable, it is better to come out and look aimlessly, so that he can feel more at ease.

It's been a long journey, and it's bloody. Today, there are no less than three or four attacks like this every day, and Zhao Wenqi is used to this kind of life, so that he feels strange that one day the killer does not come.

In the past two years, countless injuries have accumulated in weight, and he has never had time to treat them. I really don't know how there can be such a killer, who keeps popping up all the time, Zhao Wenqi has always wanted to ask: "Are you all idle?"

Of course, he didn't go this way in vain.

After a long period of killing, constantly on the verge of life and death, his realm has climbed again and again, and he has reached the peak of the whole realm, and he is not very far from the divine hidden realm, and he has begun to truly master his own sword path.

Such a rate of progress, put there, will be jaw-dropping. Even if Zhao Wenqi's start was so bad, he was catching up step by step and becoming the top swordsman in the world.

It's just that the tracker behind him seems to have lost patience.

The black knight put down the longbow in his hand, looked at the hustle and bustle in the distance, and said, "If he is allowed to grow like this again, not to mention eight years, even if it is another two years, he will be qualified to kill us." Now he is extremely dangerous, and if he fights back to the death, he may be able to kill one or two of us. ”

Thirteen Black Riders followed Zhao Wenqi for two years, and his patience was not lost, but he began to panic. In the past two years, Zhao Wenqi's growth speed has been too amazing.

Even if they are also at the peak of the whole realm, holding the big killing weapon in their hands, they still don't feel so safe.

"Kill him now? If it ends so hastily and is known, we are not safe. The people above can crush us to death with their fingers. ”

"What are you afraid of, now that the Seven Great Dynasties have started a war, the beacons are everywhere, and the three major immortal clans are also fueling the flames and re-playing the game in the Eastern Immortal Domain. What big man would care about such a trivial matter?"

"Don't be crushed to death by the big man above, but be killed by the little man in front of you. ”

"Hmph, little things, little people, think about what we have in our hands, what kind of little things, little people do you think are worth treating like this?"

"If Zhao Wenqi dies and our mission is over, it has nothing to do with us whether this matter is big or small. ”

"In front of us is the 'Heavenly Burial Battlefield', where the aura riots to a terrifying level, even the immortal master can't detect a single bit, where are we, what can we do if we kill Zhao Wenqi?"

"If we drag it out any longer, we'll really be threatened!"

Silence piled up among the thirteen black riders, and finally began to transform into a fierce murderous aura.

The pitch-black arrows are striking again!

Bang!

The rocks beside him exploded, directly collapsing Zhao Wenqi out.

The thirteen black horsemen began to chase Zhao Wenqi and forced him towards the "Heavenly Burial Battlefield", and the long scimitar in his hand began to unsheath. They can't wait any longer, and they have to get rid of it.

......

A group of well-equipped officers and men suddenly emerged from both sides of the valley and fired three volleys of arrows, shooting at the people below the valley at a rapid pace.

"Don't panic, fence the car, hide underneath, draw your knife, and wait for my orders!"

The arrows entered the wooden cart with a dull thud, and the body trembled, but several of the newcomers trembled more than the wooden cart.

Six more volleys!

Most of the arrows in the quiver were shot, and the officers and soldiers in front mounted their guns and began to charge down the valley. And the infantry behind also picked up the Pu sword, shouted loudly, and broke down like the wind.

As long as the momentum is created, these officers and soldiers still don't believe that they can't kill a few miners, and they can get at least 30% of the things on those mine trucks, which is definitely a fat gap.

If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely be frightened by such a battle, and then he could only shrink up, cry, and wait for someone to cut off his head.

"Don't panic, steady, listen to my command!" The deep voice continued to soothe the crowd.

The man who rode down raised his spear and threw it with all his might.

Whoa!

Forty short spears crisscrossed and pierced a few people who had not been hidden in an instant, blood splattered out, and the screams of dying continued.

"Steady!" Huang Zhongdalu's voice sounded in everyone's hearts.

"Hold the lime, hold the knife!"

"Quickly lay down your arms and spare you from death!" The cries of the officers and soldiers swirled over the heads of everyone, as if they were about to be judged, and the miners in front of them were obviously frightened into a puddle of mud.

"Throw lime!"

The lime wrapped in oiled paper was sprinkled out, hitting the officers and soldiers on horseback, turning into a puff of white mist, and immediately confusing the eyes of the officers and soldiers.

"Jump in the car, throw the scythe, pick up the knife, slash!"

Forty people jumped into the car, and the scythe in their hands was immediately flown out, and then began a flurry of slashing, and a dozen of them were sturdy, all the way to the chaos, shuttling through the chaotic horses, and cutting countless people off their horses.

As soon as he rushed down the infantry, he immediately stopped his figure and ran backwards in a panic, no matter how much the commander scolded. They were clearly frightened by the fierce battle below, and they only cared for their own lives.

An hour later, Hua Tiezhu led everyone to clean up the battlefield.

Since Hua Tiezhu led the slaves to occupy the mine, the local squires have united with officers and soldiers and bandits to constantly encircle and suppress, and they all want to come up and take a bite of such fat.

Hua Tiezhu had to organize everyone to start resisting, and almost every time he escorted the ore, he would encounter such an attack. The old ones are no longer surprised, but some of the younger ones are panicked.

The world is in turmoil, and the mines have become a relatively safe place.

Suddenly, Hua Tiezhu raised his head, looked towards some inconspicuous hill, and when he saw a man, he took his hammer and strode towards them.

Today's Hua Tiezhu is no longer the honest man who can only scratch his head and strike iron, he has learned how to smash people to death with a hammer.

Ba Chang stood here and said bluntly: "I'm not convinced, I'm coming to you." ”

was broken by a hammer back then, and Ba Chang'an has always had a breath in his heart, and now he has found the door. Of course, there are a lot of people behind him.

Hua Tiezhu is not verbose, and he does not give Ba Chang'an time, it is a hammer to go up.

Bang!

Ba Chang'an's seven orifices all burst out of blood, and immediately rolled down the hill, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

originally thought that he was a hegemonic master, and Ba Chang'an had enough confidence to resist all attacks, but now he was smashed to death by a hammer, and he didn't know how much remorse he felt in his heart.

Suddenly, Hua Tiezhu raised his head and looked coldly in a certain direction.

"Li Yixian's second disciple back then, now he has also learned to kill, which is really a little scary. What do you mean, or like that, that you refuse to join my dynasty?"

"So what?" replied lightly, lifting the hammer in his hand.

"Can't keep you any longer. ”

......

Nan Huaile has obviously lost a lot of weight, and two years of coarse tea and light food have not warmed up the scabies in his body.

His eyes were still closed, his ears still couldn't hear anything, he couldn't say a word, he couldn't smell any temperature, and his body still didn't feel anything.

It's just a chess piece in the hand, which falls every day.

Two years is not a long time, but fortunately, there are not many people in the village, which is enough for Nan Huaile to finish it all at once. He started to win, he started to win everyone, and of course, he also lost a lot, not all the time.

It seems that Nanhuaile is in such a small mountain village, forgotten by everyone.

To this day, someone came to him.

The fifty-eighth hand, the crisp sound of falling children.

The sunspot in Jun Yu's hand couldn't fall, and he held it in the air for a long time, and finally he could only retreat into the box, and said with great admiration: "Mr. Nanhuai, you are worthy of being a genius in heaven, and if you can't do it, no one in the whole world can match it." ”

Nan Huaile began to take back the white pieces on the chessboard one by one, and said, "Lobbyist?"

"I don't dare to lobby Mr. Nanhuai. ”

"Kill me?"

Jun Yu fell silent.

Nan Huaile laughed.

Jun Yu suddenly realized something, and then he was shocked, Nan Huaile actually spoke!

Nan Huaile slowly opened his eyes, looked at the sky he hadn't seen for two years, and said, "The third child, you should be coming back." ”