The knife is broken, and the table is broken.

Isn't this beyond the ability to slaughter? Can't slaughter the curse?

But the cursed ones were not scattered, not one of them left, not even the dead.

Liu ecstasy stared at the young man and smiled.

She is no longer young, but she deeply likes young people, especially the vitality and passion of young people.

Isn't this the fault of most people who have passed away?

The young man smiled, facing the willow ecstasy, the kind of worship and admiration in his eyes, as if he had not left at any time, and he did not want to leave at any time.

The person who slaughtered the curse is still there, the killing machine is still there, and the murderous spirit has not faded away.

The bones of the dead had gradually turned cold, cold, but it could not shake their determination and courage to slaughter the curse, not at all.

Therefore, the sword light still floated, dancing suddenly, dancing with his determination and courage.

Blood debts must always be repaid with blood, which has become the only rule in the rivers and lakes.

How does a swordsman holding a sword feel if his sword is broken?

Liu ecstasy stared at the remnant sword, the hilt of which had been deeply deformed, and there were a few rounds in the recess, which was obviously a trace of finger grip.

Is this man also very sincere with the sword? Crazy too?

The man with the sword did not go far, but suddenly fell to the ground and twitched and spasmed, and he did not believe that he would become like this.

Why was his own sword shattered.

This is not only the sword, but also the whole of oneself, one's own life, and also self-confidence and dignity, a kind of self-confidence and dignity that a swordsman lives.

Without this kind of self-confidence and dignity, life is better than death, and life will be like a walking corpse, a lonely ghost, without a trace of the feeling of being alive, and without the joy of being alive, and without a trace of fun.

Liu ecstasy stared at the people not far away, and there was pity and sympathy in his eyes.

This is a strange woman, this kind of pity and sympathy should not have appeared, because the person she pities and sympathizes with is not her friend, not her own relatives, not her lover, but her own enemy.

Normal people should not only have this kind of pity and sympathy, but should also hate and resent.

The sword light is Xiao Xiao, and the figure is fluttering.

This young man's kung fu is obviously very special, special and mysterious.

For he had no sword in his hand, only a scabbard, which could not kill anyone, but could easily be killed.

Old, vicissitudes and extremely clean, his body was also clean, like a smile on his face, clean.

There is not a trace of evil thoughts, there is not a trace of guilt and resentment.

There should be no such people in the world, because such people do not live long.

More than a dozen swords suddenly stabbed from different places, stabbing at everyone's vital points and death holes.

One move is deadly.

They obviously don't want to give others a chance to survive, this is the sword, and they are also the people in the rivers and lakes.

Liu ecstasy suddenly closed his eyes, unable to bear to see others suffer misfortune.

He faced the young man, "It's really dangerous here, you still ......." ”

The young man smiled softly, and his smile was also soft, as if he was afraid that his smile would break and hurt others.

"I'm not leaving, I know that you come out, I won't leave, and I don't plan to go."

The scabbard is softly tilted, "dingding......ding. ”

The remnant sword fell to the ground, falling to the cold, hard earth.

A dozen swords have suddenly shattered, isn't a person's heart broken?

A man suddenly took out a broken knife from his arms, and the knife flashed and flashed towards his body.

This man no longer wants to live, and this is not something that a swordsman can bear.

The light of the knife disappeared, the tip of the knife stopped, and it stopped on the chest, and the blade was already dripping with blood.

but not his own blood.

There was an extra hand on the blade, and the young man stared at him softly, his blood fluttering softly.

He smiled softly and said nothing.

He obviously doesn't like people who talk a lot, and he also likes to use actions to tell his emotions.

If people can live, they should not die easily, there are many unhappy things in the world, there are many troubled things, but there are more happy and joyful things, people should not endure those painful and tormenting, but should enjoy more happiness and joy.

The blood was still dripping, and the hand holding the knife was limp, as if it had been crushed and killed by the young man's emotion, and had collapsed and collapsed.

The knife "ding" is broken, and the knife is broken.

The man who holds the knife falls softly, and when he falls, he keeps gasping.

His eyes stared at the young man softly, "You ......." ”

The young man lifted him up and smiled softly.

The handle of the knife fell to the ground with a "ding", and he seemed to be unable to hold it, and he was unable to hold it, and suddenly laughed and ran out of the crowd frantically.

He didn't run far when he fell to the ground.

The young man sighed, the scabbard tilted softly, but no remnant of the sword fell.

He had forgotten if there was a broken sword in his sheath.

The murderous intent is still there, the murderous spirit is still there, and the hands holding the sword are all good hands, and they have not left.

They're all looking for an opportunity to make a move.

There are always opportunities, it depends on whether you can grasp them, and if you don't have opportunities, you can also create opportunities.

There are not many people who know how to grasp the opportunity and enjoy the opportunity, especially at the moment when life and death are at stake.

The young man held the scabbard softly and leaned softly on the side of the willow ecstasy, "I really should have come out a long time ago, you have all suffered." ”

There was a sad look in his eyes.

Liu ecstasy didn't know who this person was, but he deeply understood his sorrow.

Not far away, someone was already screaming, pulling out the short knife, but his eyes were cunning and sinister, his screams were like killing pigs, and he slowly stabbed the knife into his chest.

His heart seemed to be sad and painful.

The young man looked softly, and suddenly came to him, and suddenly grasped the blade.

He didn't want his enemies to die.

The person holding the knife is already gasping, and the cold sweat on his forehead has rolled down, is he afraid? Still surprised?

Liu Ecstasy smiled.

Like himself, this young man did not want others to suffer.

At this moment, a sword light floated up.

The sword light was cold, and the person holding the sword was cold, smelly, ugly and fierce.

This man is a cold bone.

Leng Gu sneered and roared coldly, and stabbed coldly.

The sword light suddenly approached the vital point of the young man's body.

Heart.

Pierce the heart with a sword!

This kind of smell is not something that people can bear, and this kind of swordsmanship is not something that ordinary people can avoid.

The young man did not avoid, perhaps he did not want to avoid, and was even more lazy to avoid.

"Little rabbit, the old lady hasn't made a move yet, do you still think it's ......."

Leng Gu's words suddenly stopped, and he couldn't say it coldly.

The sword light is gone.

Disappear into the scabbard, no matter what kind of sword, when it encounters the scabbard, it will lose its murderous brilliance and lose everything.

The sword qi has faded, the sword light has disappeared, and the sword intent has died.

The man holding the sword stared coldly, as if he wanted to grit the young man's teeth alive and bite him to death ten thousand times.

The young man smiled softly, without a hint of anger, as if he didn't blame her for the blow.

At this moment, the knife next to the young man suddenly struck.

The sword flashed into the young man's back.

An unexpected blow, this is really unimaginable, let alone escapable.

The scabbard fell to the ground suddenly, and the man fell suddenly.

He fell and struggled and rolled, but did not let out a single cry of pain.

Leng Gu suddenly smiled coldly, and the sword was suddenly unsheathed.

But she didn't stab it.

The knife was still dripping blood, the hand holding it had loosened, and the sly and sinister gaze had been distorted and distorted.

There was a broken sword stuck obliquely in his throat, and the man opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't say a word, just kept gurgling, and no one understood what he said.

The young have been lifted up.

It was a woman who lifted him up, a cold woman.

Everyone will have a cold side, but she is different, her body and soul seem to be cold, cold is not like a woman, cold makes people forget that she is a woman, forget that she is still a human.

She helped the young man up coldly and said coldly, "I am Concubine Leng in the parting spell." ”

As soon as the word Concubine Leng came out, seven or eight cold lights suddenly burst out, coldly fixing on the throats of seven or eight people.

The cold bones floated coldly, the sword light waved, and a series of "ding-ding......" sounds, she had fallen two feet away, staring coldly at Concubine Leng.

Several people fell down screaming, and they fell to the ground motionless.

Concubine Leng is really cold, she is not only cold to others, she is so cold that she doesn't look at them as human beings.

She stared at them coldly, her cold hand suddenly full of broken swords, staring coldly at cold bones, staring coldly at all of them.

She is cold, as if she is really a cold concubine who has entered the cold palace and suffered all kinds of painful torture and sad doom.

Isn't that the case with the concubines in the cold palace in the palace?

Concubine Leng suddenly waved out coldly, and the cold light suddenly settled into the throats of more than a dozen people, and more than a dozen people fell coldly.

Fell down in pain with the chill of Concubine Leng.

The young man nodded softly, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it for a long time.

Concubine Leng sighed coldly, looked at him coldly, but coldly waved the remnant sword in her hand.

No one came closer, everyone was retreating.

Their determination and courage to slaughter curses seemed to have been taken off coldly, coldly.

There seems to be only unwillingness and grievances left.

Concubine Leng stared at them coldly and was silent, her silence was very simple, simple and crazy.

She didn't say anything because she didn't have to speak, and she didn't need to speak.

If a person is cold like this, he doesn't have to make a move, as long as he stands coldly, it is enough to be intimidating and terrifying.

Concubine Leng was already standing, standing coldly.

The cold seems to be a concubine who has no one to love and cannot get love.

The concubine who can't get love is very miserable and desolate, and she is not, she is so cold that people forget and desolate.

The heroes seem to be walking, and they will not go.

They are not very far away, nor are they very close.

The soft sun hangs low, without a trace of heat, which is disgusting and tiresome.

The white clouds on the horizon are long, floating and changing.

This seems to be life, the life of the prodigal son of the rivers and lakes, as if it is changing all the time.

None of them know when they will die, let alone how long they will live. Wusheng is like this, so is Liu Ecstasy, and Yang Qing is even more so.

Yang Qing stared at this woman in surprise, this woman had seen it once.

Right next to his own wine eagle tomb, in the dark night.

A lonely lamp, a lonely shadow, lonely lying on the side of the tomb, lonely, lonely guarding the wine eagle, lonely, lonely pain, sorrow.

Yang Qing really couldn't imagine that the woman who was beaten by herself would be so frightening and frightening.

The people in the rivers and lakes may be like this, only at the critical moment, they show their human appearance, and they can't usually be seen.

Concubine Leng is like this, and there are many people too.

Yang Qing struggled to stand up, still vomiting.

Now that she cares about only one thing, one person, is it okay to live without life?

Standing like a lifeless stone statue, silent like a stone statue, there was no trace of emotion in the empty eyes, as if it had forgotten the expression, the expression of pain and sorrow.

Eyes staring, poking ahead.

The anger on the cheeks of everyone in front of them is still there, the sword in the palm is still there, and the sword in the palm is still there.

The hand on the hilt, the hand on the hilt, without a hint of shaking, is obviously a good hand, not a mediocre hand, by no means.

Because the people who are qualified to come here are all people with heads and faces in the rivers and lakes, and people with heads and faces have hard work in their hands.

Liu ecstasy stared at Concubine Leng delicately, and said delicately, "Can you ......." ”

Concubine Leng suddenly swung out the remnant sword in her hand, and the cold light suddenly appeared, suddenly entering the earth, the cold and hard earth did not make a sound, and a pillar of blood suddenly marked out.

The pillar of blood was less than three inches from the feet of Liu Ecstasy.

Concubine Leng said coldly, "Can I let them go?" Isn't it? ”

Liu was silent.

Staring at the cold, hard earth, a few pillars of blood were still marked.

Her eyes were filled with pity and sympathy.

Concubine Leng stared coldly at the willow ecstasy, staring at the dead tree not far from the willow ecstasy.

There was not a single leaf left on the dead tree, and the bare branches looked extremely clumsy and ugly.

It's as if there's nothing special about it, and it's hard to have anything special.

Concubine Leng had already stared coldly, coldly facing the two dead trees, and did not make a move.

The dead trees have shaken violently, shaking as if they were willows in the wind.

Concubine Leng suddenly stretched out her hand, and two shadows suddenly jumped out of it, soared into the sky, turned over in the air, screamed and fell, and fell motionless.

Dead flesh is soft and no longer moves.

Concubine Leng lowered her hand coldly and stared coldly at the people not far away, the so-called decent people with heads and faces.

It was as if they were reluctant to come any closer.

The sword is out of its sheath, and the sword is out of its sheath.

But no one made a move, not half of them.

The ground not far from Liu Ecstasy was already shaking, shaking violently, obviously afraid of something.

Concubine Leng walked over coldly and reached out to grab someone.

She reached out and grabbed the man, as if a naughty boy had put his hand into the lobster hole, and it was so easy and simple to swallow a lobster.

The man seemed to have really turned into a lobster, a swept lobster.

Concubine Leng sneered and pulled this person to the broken Slaughter Curse Conference, and smiled even colder, as if she had become a concubine in the cold palace.

The four big characters of the Slaughter Conference have been shattered.

Concubine Leng stared at this spell coldly, and suddenly picked up this piece of wood and stuffed it into the mouth of this shrimp-like person, desperately stuffed, and stuffed with life.

The body shook violently a few times, and slowly returned to calm, and even a miserable cry could not be imagined.

Concubine Leng smiled proudly, smiling as if the concubine of the cold palace was torturing those concubines, concubines, and concubines Lan .......

She turned her head coldly and stared at the young man coldly, "Shanying, come here." ”