The sky was dark, the cold wind in the forest sighed and killed, blood was sprinkled all over the cols, and the broken branches hung with a little blood, sad so, it was the last trace left by the dead soldiers in this world, the sound of gold and iron killing, the long sword and the dagger touched each other. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The figure of the man in black appeared in the darkness, a blood-colored hole on his shoulder was oozing with blood, and his eyes stared fiercely at the green-robed man in front of him.

Mr. Zhang's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and the blue robe had blood marks showing the fierceness of the battle, but his eyes were still cold and full of murderous intent.

"I didn't expect that Zhang Tianqing, who left the Sword Pavilion, had improved his strength so much, and he faintly had the momentum of stepping into the Spirit Transformation, and he was worthy of being a person from the Sword Pavilion. ”

Zhang Tianqing's expression remained unchanged, and he said: "I followed the county lord to the Western Regions, and I saw a different scenery, and I was really a little confused about my old ways, and I still have to go out for a walk, but then again, the Fu Chu Society is also very hidden, and a powerful person like you, I can't even see where the teacher is, amazing." ”

Mr. Zhang praised it falsely. ”

At this time, if the two of them in the field remove the blood all over the ground and the eyes that contain murderous intent, it is like an old friend who has not seen each other for a long time is greeting each other, but behind the greeting is hidden killing.

After the man in black finished saying that, his body slowly faded, and a vague blade suddenly emerged from behind Zhang Tianqing, stabbing at the throat with the weirdness of a ghost, Zhang Tianqing saw the figure of the man in black blurring, and suddenly stabbed a sword behind his ear, the blade grazed his neck, drawing a bloody mark, and his face did not change at all, as if his sword was not hurting himself.

The sword glowed blue, and suddenly blocked the dagger that was about to pierce the back of the head, and the figure was blown down by the strong wind brought by the sword, and fell backwards.

The man in black looked at Zhang Tianqing with a smile and said, "Mr. Zhang is too ruthless to himself, right?

Zhang Tianqing stretched out his hand to wipe the blood on his neck, and said indifferently: "If you are not ruthless to yourself, how can you kill a ghost-like person." ”

As he spoke, he stabbed at the man in black with a sword, the blue light flowed, a wind blew, and the cold came to attack the man in black, a sword fell, the figure of the man in black disappeared, and the ground was instantly split by the sword wind A deep pit, turned around and waved his backhand, and a piece of black cloth fell to the ground with the light wind, with blood.

The man in black appeared ten steps behind Zhang Tianqing, his head bowed, a sleeve of his shirt on his arm, and blood was dripping with blood.

A hoarse voice sounded: "Almost, you almost will be able to kill me, but it ends here, thank you for giving me time to cast the forbidden spell, if it continues to consume, I will definitely lose, but, without ifs, you can enjoy death with peace of mind." ”

Zhang Tianqing said with a solemn expression: "You were delaying time just now?"

"It's too late to know. ”

The speed of the man in black skyrocketed, the darkness became thicker and thicker, the dagger stabbed at Zhang Tianqing with a series of lights and shadows, Zhang Tianqing roared angrily, the cyan vitality was wrapped in the sword, and the dazzling sword shadow appeared around the body, but it still couldn't stop the dagger like a poisonous snake, blood marks appeared on his body, blood spilled out, Zhang Tianqing's face became worse and worse, and the sword in his hand became slower and slower.

The ghost stabbed his legs, Zhang Tianqing suddenly knelt on the ground, his knees were bleeding, his hair was scattered, and when the ghost flashed again, he stabbed his chest with a sword, as if his heart had collapsed, and he couldn't bear to want to kill himself.

The sword pierced through his chest, only a millimeter from his heart, until another muffled grunt sounded, and he exhaled a sigh of relief, and the sword pierced his own chest, but pierced the heart of another.

The man in black looked at the sword piercing his heart in disbelief, felt the passage of life, stared at him, and asked puzzledly, "This is.... Why?"

Zhang Tianqing felt the words behind him, and said weakly: " There are many kinds of swords in the Sword Pavilion, but what I cultivate is the most common one, called Hui Sword, Hui Sword is a kind of combat trajectory, it can be said to be a habit, everyone who enters the Sword Pavilion will practice, in order to find their own combat rhythm, lead people to get started, as the name Hui Sword, and I have only been from the beginning to the present, only this kind of sword, presumably this sword will only be this sword in this life, and Hui Jian not only allows people who practice swords to understand their own combat rhythm, but also allows you to know the opponent's trajectory and rhythm, and predict the opponent's next move, this is the return of my dedication to Hui Jian over the years, you and I are almost the same strength, and even after using the forbidden art, your strength is much higher than mine, butI've already figured out your battle trajectory in previous engagements, so I know you'll be behind me and be able to pierce your heart accurately, and if you don't die, then I'm really not good at it. ”

Holding the hilt of the sword, Zhang Tianqing suddenly pulled out the sword on his chest, the man in black fell to the ground with shock, blood gushed out, Zhang Tianqing's fingers were blue, and he pointed at his chest, stopping the blood flowing from the bloody wound, looking back at the dead man in black, and said with a deep look: "Almost, is it really just a little?"

The difference is a millimeter, and the loss is a thousand miles.

............

The bowstring broke, slicing across Nightshlink's face, looking at the figure behind him who was once again forced back, Nightshimmer had never had a life-and-death crisis surrounding him.

The earthy yellow vitality shield shattered after bearing the last arrow, Scar gasped with horror on his face, slowly recovered from the shadow of memory, looked at the young man with the broken bow and arrows, and said with a hideous smile: "Without a bow and arrow, I see what else you can do, rest assured, I will slowly torture you, you made me recall the memory I least want to recall, then I will give you the most terrifying memory, let you die in terror." ”

Nightshimmer looked at the pair of scarlet eyes, like a madman, and was about to speak, when a big fist instantly appeared in front of Nightshimmer and slammed it on his cheek, and Nightshimmer instantly flew out sideways, rolling wildly on the ground.

The tumbling Night Shimmer felt as if the bones in his body had cracked, and he suddenly stopped his momentum and looked up at the scar that was rushing towards him.

"It hurts, is this fist made of iron?"

Although it hurts, but it is not as miserable as expected, Scar no longer has that layer of earthy yellow vitality in his body at this time, indicating that it has been consumed, and at this moment it is just a person who is much stronger than himself, it is not that there is no chance to kill, if it is successful, the soul of the cultivator will definitely be able to change a lot of yin virtue, the big deal is to hide in the underworld immediately, and I am afraid that he will bite me!

Nightshimmer stood up with bared teeth, clenched his fists, stared at the scarred face that came in, looking at the surging fist, Nightshimmer suddenly staggered, and threw a punch, and there was a sharp pain in the fist, as if a punch had hit the iron plate, and it was a fierce whip leg that greeted Nightshimmer.

Night Shimmer flew up again, in the air, spitting blood, the air in his chest seemed to be drained by this leg, the short-term lack of oxygen made his mind full of Venus, he didn't know how many times he vomited blood.

"Are you very capable, why don't you run away, why don't you stop playing uncle?"

Scarface came to Nightshimmer's side, glared at blood-red eyes, grabbed him by the hair, and roared.

Ye Shuo only felt the boundless pain now, I don't know how many ribs were broken, looking at Scarface's angry expression, he had blood flowing from his mouth, his eyes were playful, and he suddenly laughed shamefully: "Grandson, it's tickling grandpa? ”

Scarface roared and was about to slam a punch down on Nightshinker's head, he was so angry that he was about to punch the boy's head and smash the mouth.

Suddenly, Scar's eyes widened, and blood spurted out from his slightly open mouth, which was hot on Nightslink's face, Nightshlink's eyes were calm and terrifying, even if the blood was pouring down, he didn't blink his eyes, because he wanted to make sure that Scarface died.

At this moment, a narrow black knife pierced Scarface's chest, and his face was full of astonishment. What's the deal with this knife, how could he have a knife in his hand?

The sharpness of the narrow knife is well deserved, and if it can be said by Cui Fujun to be very sharp, it must not be ordinary sharp, and it easily pierced the chest of Scarface, and as Ye Shuo put the narrow knife into the Yama mark, blood spurted out of the chest, taking away the last vitality.

Looking at Scarface, who was about to die, Nightshimmer finally fell down weakly, Scarface's eyes were scattered, and a yellowish phantom appeared from Scarface's body, and was wildly devoured by the Yama mark in Nightshimmer's hand.

The burly body of the dead Scarface fell to the ground, only to be greeted with a scream.

Night Shimmer's face was full of pain and her mouth was open, this scarface died and gave it to herself, how much she hated me!

The young man with multiple fractures all over his body looked sadly at the sturdy corpse pressed on his body, and his little eyes became more and more resentful......