The fox is not returning to the book friend to become a father, everyone should congratulate him. Ha ha!

Torrential rain like beads!

A man in Tsing Yi, holding a green umbrella, suddenly became the only scene on the empty street. Full of an indescribable charm.

Wang Ce has always felt that this similar picture is generally from an extraordinary idea of pretending to be forced!

But now he found that no matter how he excavated from the scene in front of him, there was absolutely no element of pretense. I just feel that all this should be like this.

The man in Tsing Yi, the green oil umbrella, and a cyan sword. It is a perfect blend with the weather and the environment.

"Master!" Tan Jiru faded his smile for the first time, solemn, and even had a trace of indescribable nervousness. Teng straightened up, and the hands that seemed to be supposed to play the instrument were tightly grasped on the carved railing!

The carved balustrade has weathered away like rotten wood.

Xie Shi milled iron eyebrows like a mountain, like a javelin towering, his big hand unconsciously pressed on the handle of the knife, and exhaled: "It's amazing!"

Somewhere, a rickety old man stepped forward and faintly protected the person in front of him: "Lord, the person who is coming is amazing, the old slave thinks it's better to go back." ”

This old man seemed to faintly sense the breath of the man in Tsing Yi, and his white hair was windless and automatic, and his roots stood upright upside down!

The brocade-clothed nobleman smiled: "I want to see Xiao Ce's child more, and I will only go back when I see that he is safe." ”

"Besides, after so many years, with you, what do I have to worry about. ”

The old man showed a hint of a smile: "The old slave has already made arrangements, and the small plan will not be ......."

The old man suddenly lowered his hands, and those big withered hands were actually glowing with a hint of gold!

At the same time, Tan Jiru took a step back as if he couldn't bear some kind of pressure, and his face seemed to be blown up and down by the wind.

Xie Shimian took a step back, and with a bang, the spring of the scabbard was released!

Three people, three different reactions, Guy Tsing Yi people did one thing!

The people in Tsing Yi walked slowly, and suddenly, an ordinary step, the pace was not large, and he actually stepped out of ten zhang in one step!

The man in Tsing Yi appeared in front of the three men in black with just one step! It was a ray of brilliance, and the man in Tsing Yi passed through it lightly!

The three men in black turned around one by one, and then they made a popping sound, and the upper half of their bodies were cut off at some point!

"What a fast sword!" In one of the three places, three people exclaimed in unison: "What a move, 'shrink the ground into inches'." ”

"I know who it is!"

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"'Shrink the ground into inches'!"

"It's him!" Zhu Xiangru suddenly appeared behind Wang Ce and several people, and the few people who besieged them were already lying down!

Wang Ce glanced at Zhu Haitang, and all the faces were solemn and full of awe: "Half Emperor Soul!"

"The half-emperor soul who betrayed the Sword God Mountain, he only seeks the extreme way of the sword in his life, and he is willing to sacrifice everything for the sword technique, only as if he is dead, and calls himself a dead soul!"

"It's a pity, it is rumored that this person has suffered a strange injury, so that it is difficult to improve his cultivation, and he stops at Sword Venerable. Otherwise, with his understanding of the way of the sword, he must have already become the emperor of the sword. ”

In his words, he was full of admiration and regret.

It is indeed embarrassing that such an amazing and brilliant character can be limited in his life's achievements.

Wang Ce wondered, Lao Gu was obviously not such a cool brother. If it weren't for Lao Gu, then how could this self-named Half-Emperor appear here at this time?

Lao Gu said that he would definitely solve Duan Qizhen's trouble for Wang Ce at the appointed time. If Wang Ce remembers correctly, it is the appointed time, and he is still a little late.

The half face of the half-emperor soul is under the cyan oil umbrella, and it is not real, and the other half of the face is not sure whether it is an injury or the reflection of the green umbrella, but it is very blue.

The sound of the rain curtain was pronouncing a one-sided killing!

One by one, the black-clothed people fell in a pool of blood without any suspense, not even a whole corpse, and they couldn't even see the swordsmanship of the half-emperor soul clearly.

A man in black who seemed to be the leader let out a muffled roar: "Half-Emperor Soul, there are some forces that you can't afford to offend!"

Can you threaten a guy who thinks he's dead? Of course not.

The half-emperor soul's answer was two corpses with one sword and two parts.

The black-clothed leader turned his face and scolded in a low voice: "Half Emperor Soul, we have written down today's account!

The half-emperor soul didn't give any reason, as if the only reason for him to kill was that this group of second-class goods was in his way.

This group of people in black is obviously not a good match, and Duan Qizhen is obviously also their target. So, Duan Qizhen was embarrassed and half-shrunk in the corner at this time, gasping for breath, full of the taste of near-death.

Just when Duan Qizhen felt that he should be grateful to the half-emperor soul, his face turned pale and his heart leaped wildly to see this terrifying person walking towards him!

Duan Qizhen swallowed his saliva: "You ......"

Finally, I saw the half of the face hidden under the cyan oil umbrella. Duan Qizhen's last thought was: I really can't imagine that the other half of the face of the half-emperor soul turned out to be like this!

What a fast sword, such a simple sword!

It was so close that Duan Qizhen didn't even know that he was dead, and he didn't even know that he saw half of his face because his head rolled to the feet of the half-emperor soul!

Tan Ji Ru couldn't take his eyes off it, and spat out: "Damn!"

When the half-emperor soul grabbed Duan Qizhen's head and walked towards the end of the street, the black-faced Xie Shimian pulled out his knife and jumped down: "Half-emperor soul, if you can take my move, just go with you!"

"Battle Spirit Combination, Zhenyue!"

"Not good!" Zhu Xiangru's color changed drastically, and he swept Wang Ce and the others behind him with a flick of his sleeves, his breath exploded, and the wind expanded!

An incomparably strong aftermath of true qi rippled out from the shocking sword of Xie Shimi, even if he was under the protection of Gangfeng, Wang Ce was still shocked to find that he was blown uneasy.

In the rainstorm, a jumping figure showed a shocking knife!

Just like the rough and unrestrained impression given by Xie Shimi, this shocking knife is also unrestrained.

As soon as the knife came out, the houses within a radius of ten zhang collapsed in the aftermath.

It was this incomparably solid stone road, which was also suppressed by half a foot under this terrifying knife. Not to mention the half-emperor soul in the center of pressure!

The half face of the half-emperor soul was slightly raised!

Zhu Xiangru smiled bitterly, and the cuffs rolled up Wang Ce and the others were flying backwards!

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Wang Ce was dazed and curious, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything, only rows of buildings, as if they had been hit by a hurricane!

What made Wang Ce feel even more like the gossip soul was burning was that he saw with his own eyes that at a distance of about 100 meters, a wooden board signboard above his head was blown and weathered by the strong wind!

Nima, what kind of monsters are these? Wang Ce wanted to cry without tears, these super masters were too much of a test of the nerves and sanity of the earthlings, and he admired the courage of the Northern Martial Army like never before at this time!

Besieging a super master of this level, that's not something that can be praised by the word courage, it's really the mood of the Nima death squad!

When the wind stopped, Wang Ce looked back and saw that the streets were already empty.

"Let's go!" Xie Shimi, who had jumped back to the attic, silently walked down the stairs: "Chacha, why did the half-emperor soul appear here, why did you kill Duan Qizhen!"

No one noticed, a drop of blood slid down his arm!

Wang Ce scratched his head and walked back to inspect the big pit that seemed to have been run over by a road roller, and turned around a few times, breathtaking.

Walked forward again and checked Duan Qi's really headless corpse, Wang Ce scratched his head incomprehensibly, saw Zhu Xiangru's eyes, and hurriedly distinguished: "Uncle, you won't doubt that, right?"

Zhu Xiangru was dumbfounded, and then he felt that this kid was precocious, and he was a child in the end.

No one would think that the half-emperor soul appeared here, and killing Duan Qizhen would have something to do with Wang Ce. Believe this, it is better to believe that Wang Ce is the illegitimate son of a certain Martial Emperor.

Duan Qizhen is dead, and the threat is lifted.

Wang Ce sighed: "It's really a long day full of tragedies and comedies!"

Zhu Xiangru was amused by this statement: "Your troubles are over, and more people's troubles are just beginning!"

Yes, this half-emperor soul who has always been a loner, why is he here at this time, why did he kill Duan Qizhen?

There are many people who are going to be chased away by the whips of the two yas! Wang Ce can imagine, and he also begins to feel that going to Nanya to report at this time is really a sad donkey who has been pushed to the ass.