Chapter Eighty-Five: Killing!

Da Da Da ~ A cold and silent sound sounded softly, echoing in the air outside the main house, a pair of thick hands with double joints caressed the hilt of the war knife that slanted into the sky at the waist, and the invisible killing machine was like a school of sharks smelling blood in the deep sea, and it went around the bluestone slab hidden in the grass, and with a slight click, the heavenly machine crossbow on the arm had been wound, and the three-edged arrow was like a cold star in the winter night, looming. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info

And above the main house, the snowy sword in the hand of the middle-aged man with cold eyebrows was already out of the sheath, and the murderous aura of all the soldiers of the Tianji Battalion formed a larger battle formation with it as the center, like a fierce tiger, with endless grace and murderous intent quietly lying in the mountains and forests, with claws and teeth, quietly watching the prey that was about to step into the hunting category, no one's eyes were staring at the green forest, and among the gently swaying green leaves, the steady sound became brighter and brighter.

Da,

Da,

Da~

A gray cloth shoe appeared under the gaze of the 'tiger', followed by a gray housekeeper's costume, and the word 'He' was hastily embroidered on the chest with blue silk thread, which turned out to be a family member of Hefu, and the tense murderous aura slowly poured out like a punctured balloon, and the spirit of all the soldiers of the Tianji Battalion was a little slack at that moment.

Even a battle-hardened military general like Wei Shaoyuan relaxed for a moment at this moment, and the tiger eyes swept over Jiading's still young-looking face with some dissatisfaction, but in the next moment, the general's expression stiffened-

This is the important place of Hefu! At this time, it is a dangerous situation of foreign enemies attacking and killing!

At such a time, how could a family member come here!

And, he's still laughing!

"Enemy attack!"

Looking at the faint smile on the young face, Wei Shaoyuan only felt that an unprecedented crisis had grown madly from the depths of his heart, and subconsciously roared out as if he was still in the barracks, and at the same time, his right hand tightly held the Xueliang war knife next to his waist, and he sprinted down like a leaping tiger in two steps above the roof, and the wide horse chopping knife in his hand tore through the air, making a scalp-making whistling sound.

Wei Shaoyuan is a strong man, and he is wearing light armor, and such a person jumps from the roof of He Mansion to the ground in less than three breaths. How short is the time of three breaths? It's just a small yawn, but the width of a glass of hot wine in the throat is just the laughter of a meat joke.

It's just a scene that happened in front of him, but it completely refreshed Wei Shaoyuan's understanding of the three-breath time in his heart.

The first breath time.

The smiling Jia Ding waved out the thick water and fire stick in his hand, and the thick stick body turned into countless black shadows in an instant, and accurately clicked on the blade of the war knife cut by every soldier of the Tianji Battalion.

The second breath time.

The majestic bodies of those Tianji Battalion soldiers seemed to be sluggish and stiff and slightly floated in the air, and the young Jiading's right hand had been pressed on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and the generals who slashed down in mid-air could even see how slender and white those hands were, just like the right hands of those talented people who chanted poetry, without a trace of murderous aura, but in the next moment, there was an extremely bright sword light blooming from between the fingers that did not linger murderous, like a gentle moonlight sparing the thick necks of the soldiers of the Tianji Battalion.

The third breath time.

Wei Shaoyuan, who was about to split, finally slashed down with a knife, but it was not the slender right hand that greeted him, and at the same time, four sword lights jumped out of the night behind Jia Ding, and the sword lights were connected at the end, forming a simple but endless arc sword array, colliding with the knife he slashed out with anger, and the surging internal strength was like two armies meeting on a narrow road, fighting fiercely, in the piercing explosion, the invisible but qualitative energy turned into a storm and flew around, hitting the hat on Chen Fei's head and flying to the ground, the long ink-colored hair swayed slightly in the air, and the blood gushing out from the necks of those Tianji Battalion soldiers was against the background, Killing and chilling. . . .

Like a demon crawling out of hell, he grinned and stretched out his sharp claws.

groan~groan~groan~

The long sword in his hand chanted in a low voice and pointed to the main house of the He Mansion where the doors and windows were closed, even if there was no internal force, but Chen Fei's awe-inspiring sword intent was not damaged at all, and at this moment, the terrifying power that assisted Chen Fei to dominate the world with the long sword in his hand slightly revealed a hideous wisp.

Cracking sound~

In the piercing explosion, the ground in front of Chen Fei and between the gate of He Mansion instantly shattered, and a crack spread straight on the bluestone pavement, as if measured with a ruler, and in the next moment, Chen Fei's clear and fierce voice was hovering and rising between this heaven and earth.

"Mrs. He Fu, Chen Fei of a certain family, came to seek justice for the matter of the Lie family ten years ago!"

The voice was bright, and under the agitation of the sword qi, it incredibly spread to every corner of the huge He Mansion, bringing a piece of dead silence, and between this dead silence, the tightly closed wooden door of the He Mansion was directly pushed open with a bang, and the young sword cultivator with wide robes and big sleeves stepped out with an azure spirit sword obliquely, and the wide sleeved robe drummed out of the air with an extremely cold taste. And behind this sword cultivator, the woman who should have died under Chen Fei's sword appeared in front of him intact, her eyebrows and eyes were delicate and dignified, but she was extravagant!

。。 Sure enough, even you came back to life.

Seeing this noble lady who 'came back from the dead', Chen Fei's eyes shrank slightly, and he already had some guesses in his heart about what had happened to him, or rather... Quite a firm guess.

However, the play still has to be fully acted.

His eyes narrowed slightly, Chen Fei directly ignored the eldest lady of He Fu who wanted to say something, the long sword in his hand trembled, and his body was like an enraged galloping horse, rushing towards the young man in the wide robe and big sleeves, the long sword was like a dragon, like a meteor, shooting towards the acupoint on the right shoulder of the sword cultivator, the spirit was compelling, and he actually gave up all the defensive power, and turned to the terrifying killing power!

"You!

The sharp sword qi was reflected in the depths of the young sword cultivator's heart almost instantly, and his own spiritual power turned under the terrifying oppressive qi and almost cowered like an angry little daughter-in-law, making the sword cultivator who had been so generous before suddenly his expression changed dramatically and let out a voice of anger, even if he was unwilling, but forced by Chen Fei's fierce offensive, he could only retreat again and again, but he didn't return it, he retreated, the steel long sword that had been exhausted was slightly stunned, like a tiger tearing off the mask, and suddenly became violent and cold, and the sword light was like water, pointing directly at the center of the former's eyebrows。

Puff~

The night was cold, slightly blowing the falling feathers on the bluestone slab, and the young man in the gray family costume placed the long sword in his hand obliquely on his chest, ignoring the pale-faced and frightened enemies around him, and blew lightly with a smile, clanging softly.

Blow off a sword Yin red jade bead. (To be continued.) )