(The update was a little late during the business trip, sorry, there is a manuscript saved)

The hazy twilight gradually dimmed, and the water surface was printed with the most bloody remnant sun, and the surrounding leaves rustled, as if thousands of troops and horses were ambushed in it, beautiful as a fairyland but ambushed on all sides.

The trees want to be quiet, and the wind does not stop!

Wu Qianqian obviously had a feeling that the palm from the black-robed evil man looked plain, even modest, but she couldn't hide it at all, and the palm prints in her eyes were getting bigger and bigger.

"Smack!"

A reddish palm print appeared on the delicate cheeks, like a freshly ripe peach, which was beginning to ripen quietly. She covered it with her hand, took a few steps back in a daze, and straightened her waist when she retreated, not retreating but advancing, the whole person spun abruptly, mixed with the sound of thunder and killed the other party.

The circle on the sword is spinning faster and faster, the inner three layers, the outer three layers, it seems endless, every time it is an extreme assassination, dotted with stars, as many as the stars of the night, to strangle this black robe that does not give her at all into pieces.

This trick is called "Xingchen Jue", and as its name suggests, it is a rare and wonderful martial art in the world. But in the eyes of the black robe, these are as simple as a child's house. After reaching the Qi Refining Realm, although secular martial arts can stab the physical body, any cultivator's control of "Qi" can be said to be the pinnacle.

Not only that, but such a large number of rapid stabbing attacks seemed to be slowed down a hundred times in the eyes of the black robe. His long black sleeved robe flicked slightly, kicking up clouds of black smoke in the shape of sword blades.

"Woohoo. ”

Every piece of black smoke knife, once it flew out, calmly defused one of Wu Qianqian's attacks.

He lightly and casually flirted, and the black smoke knife turned into a ball, and after decomposing, it formed a string, like a rock sugar gourd, which was very powerful.

Moreover, these black smoke are tangible and qualitative, as hard as steel, and the three-foot Qingfeng in Wu Qianqian's hand, which is as iron as mud, is broken one by one in this continuous offensive, and it collapses into sparks and splashes around.

Obviously, in such an impact, Wu Qianqian had been shocked and injured internally, the corners of her mouth were bleeding, and her hair was wantonly scattered, but this also aroused her ferocity more and more!

"Ah, I'm fighting with you!"

Seeing that the sword in Wu Qianqian's hand only had half of the handle left, she suddenly abandoned the sword and had two more daggers in her hand. The twin daggers are like Mei Ji dancing wildly, and they actually cut a bloody path from the endless qi blades.

"Today, either you die or I die!"

"Hmph, naïve!"

The black robe suddenly took off with his hand, hooked nails comparable to eagle claws, and easily snatched away Wu Qianqian's dagger, he asked with a side smile, "You're not afraid of death?"

"Afraid of death. If I, Wu Qianqian, were afraid of death, I wouldn't have come to arrest this gang of bandits, where are you a dog Taoist, stop me today, and tomorrow you will be sent to the dog head and beheaded with the murderer!"

The eyes of the black robe, from Wu Qianqian's beautiful face, scanned like a poisonous snake to a circle, and suddenly reached out, and the big hand suddenly pinched her chest, rubbing slightly, feeling the delicate and sturdy texture through the clothes. He seemed happy with his current state.

Wu Qianqian stood there, her brows quickly condensed into a white frost, all the strength of her body poured out along the palm of the other party's hand, and after a while, she lost all her energy, her whole body was soft and paralyzed, and she completely relied on that tenacity to persevere; the powerlessness in her eyes for this man had completely surpassed her understanding of the existing martial arts, he was a devil, a ghost, and a fear that was close to collapse surged into Wu Qianqian's heart.

"Lao Wu is gone, that's right!"

trembling, his eyes finally had some regret for what he had done. But the dignity in the woman's heart did not collapse, she smiled slightly, and there was still a hint of provocation in her poignant eyes. It's clearly a hint of "that's all you have!"

The black robe was challenged, and the muscles on his pale face twitched slightly. Blink your eyes to the fast hunters who are fighting fiercely with the bandits.

In Fang Lei's eyes, this black-robed body stood still, the whole person was like an unshakable mountain, heaven and earth were his foundation, and the air without a trace was his spirit. With a gesture, there was a cold aura in the momentum of the black-robed master's crushing, and together with Wu Qianqian, the surrounding water sources quickly froze, and icicles also grew on the pebbles on the sand.

Suddenly, the black robe put down Wu Qianqian, and the whole person seemed to turn into a humanoid black smoke.

One second he was humiliating Wu Qianqian, and the next moment, the black robe had appeared behind a young catcher.

He turned his head and smiled at Wu Qianqian, his eyes full of disdain and teasing.

"Ah...... No, stop!"

Wu Qianqian finally understood that the black robe was planning to do something to his subordinates, but the bad guy was bad to the end, and the hand like an eagle's claw stretched forward, and it had completely submerged into the back of the catcher.

This catcher is also very delicate, his body paused slightly, and turned his head. With endless unwillingness in his eyes, the blurred eyes seem to be full of reflections, like memories reappearing.

"Miss, ah...... Mom!"

Poof, the young body fell like this, and at the last moment, he remembered his mother!

The black robe had an extra beating heart in his hand.

Fang Lei didn't know why he became a catcher, but on this bloody evening, the young catcher was about to finish his life. On his chin and beard, there were drops of crystal blood rolling on his beard, and he was about twenty-one or twelve years old.

Fang Lei's heart trembled violently, this was the first time he had witnessed a living life, which quickly withered and withered.

"Ah, I'm going to kill you!" Wu Qianqian's mournful voice, like a female beast that has lost her brothers and sisters, let out a terrible roar.

Many of the catchers stopped one after another, and even the bandits were intimidated by this tragic scene.

"Are you convinced?"

Zhen Li looked at Wu Qianqian lightly, as if he had done something completely unrelated to him.

Wu Qianqian didn't dare to look at Zhen Li anymore, her eyes, which were still bright before, had become dim, she squatted on the ground with her head in her hands, remorse, anger, despair, etc., complex emotions surged up.

In the middle of the night, the woman raised her head, and two words burst out!

“**！”

The black robe was very surprised at first, and then "Ha Lu Ha" smiled and said, "It seems that Miss Wu doesn't care about the life or death of these brothers!"

Zhen Li was really angry, in his eyes, there was no difference between these catches and ants, but they couldn't conquer Wu Qianqian, which made the black robe angry.

In his palm, the atrium gradually stopped beating, and the blood flowing down the wrist of the black robe ticked, ticked, ticking, and the pebbles on the ground turned into black blood spots.

"Smack"!

The black robe was thrown casually, and the heart rolled a few meters on the sand, and the most sluggy fell in front of Fang Lei's eyes, and the sand and soil were stained on it, filthy.

Slanted his eyes and glanced at Fang Lei, although this scholar who was squatting on the ground was very uninspired, but his intuition told Zhen Li that this person seemed to be a little different, but where the problem was, the black robe couldn't tell, and he couldn't tell.

The main attention of the black robe was not on Fang Lei, his eyes fell on Wu Qianqian slightly, and said, "Miss Wu, it seems that you think the same as me! I want you to know how small you are, and I, Zhen Li, am the most popular man among women in the entire Yunyan Town, no, the entire Luochuan County." Only by following me can you experience the true happiness of a woman"

His voice was very light, and in his conceited expression, he completely ignored these flesh-and-blood lives!

"What do you want? What do you want......

"I'm going to take you away, but these people, it's better to stay!"

His eyes lit up, and the evil aura suddenly appeared.

I don't know when, there is an ancient sword with a cyan pattern in the hand of the black robe, the blade is wider, the flying sword is called "green ink", sharpening iron like clay, at the hilt of the sword, there is a small "Yu" word written in ancient seal script, exuding colorful light.

What is a flying sword?

In the entire world of the world, flying swords are a must-have for flying in the sky.

In the secular world, if the strongest "Jingyi Realm" powerhouse in the Martial Arts Four Heavens does not know how to refine qi, although he has the wild power of ten thousand horses galloping, it is absolutely impossible for the sword to fly. On the contrary, in the cultivation realm, even if it is a weak body, as long as he knows a little bit about the sword, on the premise of having a "flying sword", he can also fly with the sword, and the speed is as fast as a meteor.

The soul of the flying sword, the key is one word: the word "control".

On the contrary, even if it is the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan Sword, the cadre Mo Ye, and Tai'a Chixiao, but there is no existence of the word "Yu", it is not a real flying sword.

Of course, the flying sword is not only a flying prop, but also a weapon. It is widely spread in the cultivation world and is very valuable, and the quality of this green ink in the hand of the black robe is good, and it is a gift from the ancestor of the Sect Yuanbao, and its value is immeasurable.

With the flying sword in hand, I have it in the world!

Under the gaze of this Fang Lei, the Qingmo Sword was in the hands of the black robe, like a great painter, taking out a paintbrush and semi-casually.

Shallowly drawn, the air was cut out of a white light, showing a big "Z" shape!

"Ah......h

Blood was in full swing, and a catcher ten meters away felt like he had lost his senses, and blood splattered after screaming.

One!

Two!

Three!

Divided into three sections, the catcher became a piece of fish flesh that had been cut by a sharp blade, and when the "Z" was cut out, his body was divided into several large sections, intertwined with each other, and he died completely.

The smile on his face was even stronger, and Zhen Li set his eyes on the next person to catch fast.

This time, the Qingmo Sword was in his hand, drawing an "X" character.

"Click!"

Another catcher was poisoned, and his head fell to the ground with a rumbling, and his body was cut into tofu pieces, which fell to the ground one after another.

Zhen Li deliberately slowed down his movements, and this process would undoubtedly make everyone's fear worsen until it was unbearable. Sure enough, Wu Qianqian's posture was shaky and tearful, while the other catchers were all like ashes, because anyone could be next.

"No...... What the hell are you going to do, what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to let them all die. Ha Lu Ha!"

A hint of gloom appeared on his face, and this devilish man's lips opened, his body held up Wu Qianqian's cheeks like a ghost, and he smiled gently, "You mortals, how can you guess what I'm going to do? It was you who provoked my killing intent, and now I must be satisfied!"

"Ah, you can't kill them!"

It was useless, Wu Qianqian couldn't stop Zhen Li's determination at all, after he stood up, the Qingmo Sword slashed slightly, and the catchers within ten zhang turned into corpses one after another, and the blood and water accumulated on the ground had overflowed the one-inch-high stone crevice, flowing down the low sand road into the stream, dyeing red.

A moment ago, it was just a duel between officials and bandits.

At that time, the swords and guns were facing each other, and the bells were ringing indiscriminately, and in Fang Lei's eyes, it was just a fight between the positive and negative factions in the world, and it was insignificant.

Now the corpses are all over the field, and the people are terrible.

Even though the evening breeze was blowing, because of the intervention of Xiu Zhenli, the direction of the entire incident was changed, and the whole atmosphere fell into a burst of suffocation and fear.

The remnant sun fell into the sea of clouds, and blood filled the sky.

Fang Lei, who was squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, his palms gradually turned into fists, and the green tendons were abrupt, like the winding curves of the distant mountain peaks, an unprecedented resentment and bloodiness, like a volcano that was constantly brewing, but it did not erupt for a long time.