The knife is there, the curse is there, and the blood-red silk is writhing in the soft wind.

Isn't it time to slaughter the curse?

Yang Qing's eyes already showed a sad color.

Why do good people always get good lives? Why are there always no sensible people in the rivers and lakes?

This is the rivers and lakes?

Yang Qing suddenly fell to the ground and vomited, vomiting constantly.

She vomited maybe because the stories in the rivers and lakes were so cruel, so vicious, so disgusting.

The soft breeze is fluttering, and the white clouds are long in the sky.

Wusheng suddenly collapsed, gasping, struggling and getting back to his feet.

With a wave of his hand, the big knife on the shelf "ding" was obliquely inserted into the earth, "The knife is there, God is there, can you have the hand to hold the knife?" ”

The hand holding the knife has appeared.

Seven knives, seven men.

The sword flashed, and it had surrounded Wusheng and Liu's ecstasy.

But no one approached?

The hand holding the gun did not move, and the gun did not move, only the blood on the tip of the gun moved.

Drop by drop, it has been dripping very slowly.

The blood on the tip of the spear will be gone.

It's scary and terrifying.

Wusheng stared and poked at the hand and knife in front of him, and the smile in his eyes became even stronger, "Why don't you make a move?" ”

The knife sneered, sneered but didn't move.

"Your knife is a toy?"

The knife was silent.

"The knife was used to cut hogweed?"

These are humiliating words, each sentence more ruthless than the other.

He seemed to be afraid that others would not fight with him, for fear that he would not die.

The knife had been shot, and the seven knives were shot together, and the sword light suddenly shot at seven different places.

Seven different places, seven deadly places.

They are obviously very good at using knives and very good at cooperating, and each knife has its own unique place.

They've finally struck.

The sword light suddenly disappeared, and the seven people fell softly, falling on the stage like dead meat, as if it was a convulsive play, and suddenly lost their lives.

No wounds, no bloodshed.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, not moving, and the gun not moving.

Who killed them? Is it a demon?

Liu Ecstasy suddenly remembered his own hand, as long as his hand pointed at others, he would take away other people's lives.

But I didn't do it myself.

The blood on the tip of the spear had dripped down, but the hand was still steady and calm.

Xing Tian stared at them coldly, staring at the bones on the stage. "I can't think of it, and this kung fu."

The closest to him was Cold Bone.

Sneering and cold sword compared to her, they are too cute, cute and innocent.

There was only a thin cloth shirt on her cold body, and no one wanted to get close to her, let alone dare to get close to this woman.

The thin body is almost dry bones, and the thin body is intimidating and terrifying.

The muscles on the cheeks are almost non-existent, almost bone.

There is always the smell of dead corpses on the body, and the smell of stinky feet that has not taken a bath for a long time .......

So there was only Xingtian next to her, because Xingtian didn't dare to avoid her, let alone dislike her.

Leng Gu smiled coldly, smiled and touched Xingtian, Xingtian trembled, as if it was more felt than a poisonous snake bite.

She laughed even crazier, "You know this? ”

Xingtian struggled to control himself, and his breathing gradually stabilized before he said, "This is an out-of-body experience. ”

Leng Gu smiled even more joyfully, "Will you be out of your body?" ”

Xing Tian nodded.

Cold-boned laughter of disbelief.

Xing Tian slowly looked at it for a while, and then said, "Xiao Ke has not drawn his sword for thirty years, but he is diligent in cultivating this kung fu." ”

Leng Gu didn't smile, but he stared at Xingtian coldly, "It is said that this kung fu can be very remarkable, the original spirit is out of the body, do whatever you want, withdraw from the body, do whatever you want, travel the world, come and go unhindered, omnipotent." ”

Xing Tian nodded.

Leng Gu sneered and screamed coldly, this voice was simply more frightening and chilling than ten thousand piles of evil ghosts.

Nobody is talking, no one wants to be talking.

Leng Gu roared coldly, "Let's go, now it's our turn to perform, let's all open our eyes and learn a little." ”

No one spoke, vaguely no one wanted to speak.

Everyone was staring at the Xingtian performance.

Xing Tian nodded, slowly closed his eyes, and sat still.

Is this meditation?

Leng Gu sneered and sneered and pointed, "Over there, not here." ”

There was already movement on the stage, and suddenly there was movement, and the big knife was suddenly broken.

The sound of "ding" was broken.

There was no one on the side, and Wusheng didn't approach the broadsword.

The broken knife did not hit the ground, it fluttered, and the more it floated, the more it fought.

The two broken knives have collided violently with each other, as if two peerless masters are dueling?

What is the reason for this? What kind of kung fu is this?

Is Xingtian fighting with others? With whom?

Leng Gu sneered and roared, "This is called the Yuan Shen Out of the Body, you can see it clearly, learn it." ”

As she spoke, she patted Xing Tian on the head, "Okay, I know you're good and have a future." ”

Not far away, someone was already smiling bitterly.

Liu Ecstasy was dazzled, "What kind of kung fu is this?" ”

Wusheng gritted his teeth, staring at and poking at the two severed knives floating around, "I didn't think this kung fu would also appear?" ”

He didn't even think of it.

Liu ecstasy didn't understand.

The two severed knives "ding" fell to the ground, and there was no figure or spoke.

Wusheng suddenly hugged her, swept her up, and landed not far away.

The four big characters of the Slaughter Conference suddenly fell on the stage, the platform was broken, and the plaque was broken.

Two thick, tall logs suddenly rose from the ground, dancing and fluttering like swords.

Everyone was stunned, they didn't believe it, but they had to believe it.

Liu ecstasy stared at Wusheng and was silent.

"It's an out-of-body experience."

"Out of body?"

Standing like a lifeless stone statue, silent like a stone statue, with its eyes closed like a stone statue.

Suddenly, a ghostly strand of dancing wood fell, and suddenly turned into four or five pieces.

Wusheng suddenly opened his eyes, staring and poking Xingtian, as if he was going to stab him to death on the ground.

Xingtian gritted his teeth, struggled to stand up, and suddenly fell down again.

He was already dizzy, and a finger was stretched out, pointing to the forest not far away.

The trees have long since withered, without a trace of vitality, and there is not a single residual leaf on the roots and branches, which looks clumsy and ugly, lonely and desolate.

The dead leaves on the ground have long been integrated with the earth.

A man covered in darkness suddenly fell to the ground, and when he fell to the ground, he no longer got up or moved.

"Is that her?"

Wusheng tried to gasp, "That's her." ”

"She's so pathetic."

"What about you?"

At this time, suddenly there were seven more swords, seven people.

Tightly surrounded them, smiled coldly, and stared coldly at Liu Yisoul, "Are you also pitiful?" ”

Liu ecstasy lowered his head and was silent.

Wusheng stared and poked ahead, "She is not pitiful, and you ......." ”

"What's wrong with us?" The man stared at lifelessness, as if he had no fear, not a trace of it.

A wounded and dying tiger seemed to him to have nothing to fear.

"You're ready to do it."

In the cold sound, the sword light flickered, and the person flashed faster.

Wusheng suddenly swept up, swept not far away, and there were already several more blood holes on his body.

Seven people suddenly floated over.

The four swords were dripping with blood, and the four of them laughed wildly and proudly.

The smile suddenly disappeared.

The gun was already dripping blood, dripping drop by drop.

Why do guns drip blood? Whose blood is it?

The people were standing like stone statues, staring and poking at them, as if they were going to be stabbed to death on the ground.

A bloody hole suddenly appeared in the chest of the four people, and they suddenly collapsed.

They fell, and they didn't even let out a scream.

The faces of the remaining three swords were as white as paper, without a trace of blood, and cold sweat on the corners of their foreheads couldn't help but burst out.

Wusheng suddenly fell, trying to breathe, struggling to stand up, standing like a stone statue.

There was no trace of pain in his empty eyes, staring at and poking at the three swords, "It's been twenty years since the Seven Eagles crisscrossed the outside of the Plug, haven't they?" ”

"Yes."

"The swordsmanship is good, but it's a pity."

"What a pity?"

"It's a pity that he died too early."

The man stared at Wusheng and said nothing.

"If you live for thirty years, your swordsmanship will definitely be better."

The man was silent.

His gaze was like a sword, "You ......." ”

Wusheng stared at and poked this person's hand, stared and poked at this person's sword, "Your sword is not bad, if you practice hard for another thirty years, it will definitely be better." ”

"Their swords don't work, what about mine?"

The man's voice was still far away, and the lifeless body had already felt the chill on the blade of the sword.

A chill.

Murderous machine.

Forcing sword intent.

A sword light flew like a rainbow and pierced the lifeless chest.

There is no change of move, only one move, and only one move.

No matter who learns this move, he will not learn other people's sword moves, because there is no need to learn it, and if he learns it, he will not use it, it is a waste.

One move is deadly.

There was no movement of life, neither of the hands, nor of the pistols in the hands.

Is he no longer able to move?

The sword light suddenly disappeared, and the person was already standing not far away.

When the blade was less than an inch away from the body, the sword light suddenly disappeared.

There was an extra scabbard on the blade.

No matter how cold the sword light is, as long as it encounters the scabbard, it will disappear and disappear alive.

The scabbard shook suddenly, the sword was broken, and the sword was broken.

The man who wielded the sword had only one hilt left in his hand, and there was no hilt of the sword.

The hilt of the sword cannot kill anyone, and the hilt of the sword can only make oneself ashamed and angry.

The hilt of the sword "ding" fell to the ground, and the person had floated away, and he was speechless, let alone faceless.

The sword departed, and the hand was shaking.

Wusheng sighed deeply.

It was also a good sword, a rare good sword, but it was a pity that it would be difficult for his hand to hold the hilt of the sword in the future.

If the hand holding the sword is shaking, it means that it is not stable enough, and the sword that kills people cannot have this kind of shaking at all, otherwise it will only be killed by others.

It's brutal and realistic.

The scabbard is softly tilted, "dingding......ding. A series of broken swords fell to the ground.

The man smiled softly, and there was already apology and respect in his smile.

The smile is like sunshine, soft and cheerful.

This person softly held Wusheng up, stared at Liu Ecstasy softly, and suddenly there was indescribable worship and admiration in his eyes.

Soft as if afraid of breaking others, so soft that people can't feel a trace of strength.

There is vitality on the cheeks, a kind of vitality that only young people have.

Liu Ecstasy also stared at the young man and smiled.