The wine and food are fragrant, and the words of the heart are endless.

It seems that they hate to see each other late, but in fact, they are parting from the heart.

From time to time, someone raised the wine bowl and looked at Mrs. Qi with a solemn expression.

Mrs. Qi just smiled and nodded.

After that, the wine in the bowl is drunk.

The war is imminent, and there is no taste of sadness and fear.

Perhaps, it is precisely this way that they hide their deep sadness and fear.

Suddenly, the gate of the Qi Mansion was pushed open.

Suddenly, all eyes converged on one place.

A man walked in. Dressed in white like snow, his face is also like snow. With a giant sword on his back, he moved forward step by step, slowly but surely.

It's Liu Ruobai.

He stopped in the clearing in the front yard, looking indifferent.

At this time, two more figures entered the gate of Qi Mansion.

It's Yanshan and Mengtian.

They only walked a few steps before they stopped, the clouds were light and the wind was light, and they did not say a word.

Liu Ruobai's gaze swept over everyone, and a sneer appeared on his face, as if he was a little disappointed.

Mrs. Qi looked at Liu Ruobai and said in a deep voice: "You are Liu Ruobai, the young owner of Tianjian Mountain Villa?"

Liu Ruobai said lightly: "Yes." ”

Mrs. Qi smiled and said, "Very good." ”

At this time, a man in Tsing Yi said casually: "Brothers, let's try the depth first." ”

The words fell, and the four ghost-headed knives were unsheathed at the same time.

The four men in Tsing Yi grabbed the handle of the knife and killed Liu Ruobai, moving forward.

A dark red long sword suddenly came out of its sheath, pointing at the sky, and the dark red sword body flashed with glittering blood, exuding an extremely terrifying aura.

Liu Ruobai's eyes were cold and deep, as if the depths of his eyes were an endless abyss.

The four men in Tsing Yi were in a daze, but their indomitable heart did not waver at all.

The four ghost head knives attacked Liu Ruobai at the same time, and they shot with all their might, all of them fighting to the death. Under this combined blow, seven famous masters were killed.

Because he was afraid of death, he hesitated, and then he died.

Liu Ruobai's body spun quickly, and the dark red sword body drew two perfect arcs in the air.

The offensive of the four ghost-headed knives came to an abrupt end.

"When Chang ......" four ghost-headed knives fell to the ground.

The four men in Tsing Yi also fell, their bodies divided into two sections at the waist, leaving only a faint trace of blood, cruel and weird.

Liu Ruobai held the Heavenly Fury Sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointed to the ground, and he was indifferent.

Mrs. Qi sighed slightly, her face sad.

There was an angry shout, and the crowd was indignant.

Four iron chains were thrown at the same time and wrapped around Liu Ruobai's waist.

At the same time, the sound of arrows breaking through the air rang out.

A dark red sword shadow flashed, and with a "dang" sound, the four iron chains were broken at the same time. At the same time, Liu Ruobai's left hand quickly slashed through the air.

The sound of arrows breaking through the air stopped abruptly, and the eight crossbow arrows were actually taken by Liu Ruobai in his hand.

The sound of arrows breaking through the air is heard again.

Liu Ruobai also threw eight crossbow arrows casually.

A scream rang out, and eight men fell in pools of blood.

At the same time, Liu Ruobai caught eight more crossbow arrows in his left hand. He threw it again, and the four men with chains in their hands collapsed before they could recover their senses.

Four more people clenched their fists and rushed towards Liu Ruobai.

Liu Ruobai's gaze swept over the eight clenched fists, frowning slightly, and showing disdain.

The clenched fist suddenly opened, and the lime powder in the sky sprinkled on Liu Ruobai.

The lime powder shrouded down, and there was only an afterimage.

Liu Ruobai had already appeared behind the four of them.

A dark red sword shadow flashed, and the four of them were cut into two pieces at the waist, and died tragically on the spot.

seems to be a third-rate method, but it has planted many famous people.

They're desperate, and as long as it works, nothing else matters.

Mrs. Qi's eyes were full of gratitude and unbearability.

Yan Shan's expression was solemn, and his right hand tightly held the rusty long sword.

There were faint tears flashing in Meng Tian's eyes, and he sank into the artistic conception of compassion.

People keep falling, moving forward and succeeding.

The corpses had been piled up into a small mountain.

Liu Ruobai's eyes were still cold and deep, as if in his world, there was only killing, no emotion.

Suddenly, a figure struck in the air, as fast as a shock.

It's Mrs. Qi.

She's been waiting for her time, but she's begging for a fatal blow.

The three long swords stabbed at Liu Ruobai in three key points at the same time, Liu Ruobai came first, and the dark red sword body slashed at the necks of the three people.

At this moment, Mrs. Qi suddenly arrived, slapped out with one palm, and went straight to Liu Ruobai's Baihui acupoint.

She knew in her heart that she only had one chance. This palm, she went all out, without reservation, if she didn't succeed, she became benevolent.

Liu Ruobai was not surprised. The dark red sword body slashed off three heads, and at the same time, his left palm condensed his true power and faced Madam Qi.

With a "bang", the two forces collided violently, stirring up a circle of ripples and dispersing in all directions.

When the wind came, those with slightly worse internal strength were forced to take a step back.

Mrs. Qi swept away in the air with the power of the shock, and after landing on the ground, she took three steps back to stabilize her figure. Her face was as white as paper, but there was a smile in her eyes.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Liu Ruobai's mouth, and his expression was indifferent.

"Madame!"

"Madame!"

......

Two women hurried to help.

Mrs. Qi just shook her head slightly.

The fight continues. Nearly 200 people have been killed in Qi Mansion, but there are still nearly 200 people who are murderous.

Seven more fell.

Liu Ruobai stalled between moves, and was obviously seriously injured.

The invincible terrorist force also needs to be supported by a strong enough carrier, otherwise, it is just a terrorist force that is invincible in the world.

Meng Tian's eyes flowed, and the artistic conception of compassion dissipated. She said to Yan Shan with the technique of transmitting sound into the secret: "Brother Yan, Brother Liu has serious internal injuries, I'm afraid he won't last long." ”

Yan Shan said to Meng Tian with the technique of transmitting sound into the secret: "Tian'er, you stay here, I will help Brother Liu." ”

Meng Tian didn't say much, just nodded slightly.

A gray figure appeared.

It's Yanshan.

He wielded the rusty sword and swam through the crowd in a bizarre trajectory. Each sword swing is slashed through the throat with the sharpest tip of the sword, which is simple and direct, leaving only a shallow blood mark, killing with one blow.

Liu Ruobai is a passive counterattack, and he will die when he shoots. A humble gentleman, gentle as jade, even if he becomes a demon, he does not want to kill indiscriminately.

Yan Shan took the initiative to attack in order to kill the Tao. He seems ruthless about killing, but he has his own principles and bottom line.

The rusty sword was like a hell's scythe, reaping life.

Everyone present was terrified.

At this time, four figures entered the gate of Qi Mansion.

The leader was an old man, dressed in a cyan robe, with a straight waist, and a bit of fairy wind between his eyebrows and eyes. Behind him, two men were heroic, a girl was slim, and all three held a long sword in their hands.

Looking at the mountains of corpses everywhere and rivers of blood, the old man in Tsing Yi sank like water.

The faces of the two men and one woman changed greatly, and they looked at Liu Ruobai and Yan Shan with complicated expressions.