This time Black misses, and Blue falls. He had to face his fears alone, and although the night gave him a pair of black eyes, he could not see through the end of the darkness.

Although the twelve colors are not like other brothers, they can communicate and play happily together all day long, although everyone is facing death every day, but no one has ever thought that after the defeat, it will be so miserable, although everyone is eager to live, but no one is willing to abandon their brothers.

At the most dangerous moment, no one ever thought of escaping.

Twelve people have the same true qi and the same heart, although they are brothers and sisters of each other, they are the same person. If one person dies, everyone dies, and if one lives, the prestige of the twelve colors will never be erased.

"I will bear your life. Your name, I will hold it up!Twelve, forever ......" Black said coldly to the dark air in front of him.

The cold light showed again, the sound of metal crashing was accompanied by bursts of sparks, and the black burst out with amazing power in an instant, and on the verge of death, he finally woke up.

The twin blades unfolded, like the two front paws of a praying mantis, constantly sparking in the air.

Tai Chi is all in one breath, and there is no great way.

The black double blades are one wide and one narrow, one long and one short, and they are spread out, just like the two poles of yin and yang, intersecting and complementing each other.

And Dugu Yan and the sword turned into formless, outside the heaven and earth, not in the five elements, just like the infinite Qiankun Qi, not in the Three Realms.

Comparing the two with each other, it is as if one is the limit of the three dimensions, while the other has entered the fourth dimension.

One more dimension, there will be a lot of opportunities, even if in the black world, he is almost perfect, but in one more dimension of Dugu Yan, he is still full of loopholes.

The black twin blades tried their best to protect their whole body, but they were still hit by several swords.

But he won't hit the sword in vain, and slowly, Hei actually discovered the law of Dugu Yan's shot. They were all waiting for an opportunity, that is, a chance to decide the outcome with one blow, and suddenly, Dugu Yan's long sword exhaled and pierced the black heart.

The black twin blades coiled out, and in an instant, two blood swords burst out.

A bright red blood sword erupted from the air, and the black air cut off Dugu Yan's left arm, and the price he paid for it was all of him.

Black slowly fell, the sword wounds all over his body had made him unable to fight anymore, and his fall meant Zhang Jingsheng's despair.

After the desperate blow, Dugu Yan finally appeared in the night.

Leaning on the sword, the wound was still bleeding outward. Dugu Yan looked like he was in prostration, but in fact, he was even more prostration.

After repeated hard battles, his internal strength was exhausted, so that he couldn't even seal the acupuncture point at his broken arm.

Regardless of the blood flowing, let the wind roar, he still stood motionless, and then slowly walked towards Hongyu, lying on her side, trying to reach out and touch her forehead, but he really had no strength.

Confused, I couldn't see or hear clearly, but I felt that someone was laughing. "Who is it? Who will laugh at this time? Is it Zhang Jingsheng? Or is it the warrior of the Central Plains? Could it be Sha Yishou? She won't come so early, she must be the one who finishes...... Hehe, it's a pity, I have calculated all my life, struggled all my life, and wanted revenge, but I didn't find the enemy after all......

"Zhang Jingsheng is not, Sha is still waiting, the old man on Lone Snow Peak is not, and Liu Zhengqi is not ...... Who killed my father, and who arranged everything today? Ridiculous, ridiculous...... I can't imagine that I will still be trapped by love in the end, and I will die in vain......"

The laughter stopped abruptly, replaced by a fluster.

The Twelve Colors of the Killing God are dead, and what those Central Plains warriors feared no longer exists. Zhang Jingsheng's arrogant laughter was only halfway laughed, and was coldly interrupted by Men Hongtao, "Zhang Jizi, do you think that without Dugu Yan, we can't help you?

"Phew!" Zhang Jingsheng was so angry that he jumped like thunder, "Rats, people who tend to be inflammatory, and greedy people, dare to compete with your grandfather Zhang?"

"Why don't you dare!" Men Hongtao pulled out his waist knife and was about to make a move, when a handsome young man suddenly flashed out beside him, the young man was wearing a white robe and holding a willow leaf knife, came to Men Hongtao's face, bowed down, and said: "Master, the day before yesterday, my father couldn't get used to what the thieves of the seventy-two islands did on the street, so he negotiated with him, but they spoke wildly, and killed innocent people, killing my father, today's unfilial boy is willing to take action on behalf of the master, avenge his father, kill this thief, and hope that the master will be fulfilled!"

This young man's name is Ma Fangren, and he is one of the eight great disciples who sat down in Men Hongtao, and he practiced a fast knife like fire and innocence, which was slightly inferior to his master, but he was also one of the best masters in the younger generation.

Men Hongtao had never seen Zhang Jingsheng's outstretched hand, and at this time, someone was fighting for him, and he was even more happy, and said with a smile: "Good boy, you have ambition, but you have to be careful, although this guy's character is not good, but his martial arts must not be bad." ”

"Yes, Master, the apprentice will not insult the master. Ma Fangren said and came to Zhang Jingsheng with a knife.

Zhang Jingsheng snorted coldly with his nose, "Hehe! You must not dishonor the master? I think it will definitely be bloody!"

Seeing that the enemy's eyes were red, the Ma Fang people roared angrily: "Zhang Zhenzi, you take your life." ”

The brush slashed his head and covered his face, and went straight to Zhang Jingsheng's vital point.

I saw that Zhang Jingsheng didn't dodge, didn't dodge, didn't dodge, didn't fight back, and didn't parry...... Just stood there straight, motionless, and suddenly only heard a poof~ grunt, the person fell, and Ma Fangren died.

Many people didn't understand, Ma Fangren was so dignified, why did he suddenly die all of a sudden?

There were some good players in the crowd, like the flow of the door, and they only saw a shadow, and in a flash, it seemed that something suddenly stabbed Ma Fangren's throat.

Most of the people in the Tang Sect saw that he had been hit by a hidden weapon, and it was not clear what kind of secret weapon he had hit.

Zhang Jingsheng sneered: "Look at you, I haven't done it yet, this poor baby is dead! Hehe, Mr. Men, I'm afraid that this high-ranking disciple of yours is suffering from a sudden illness, right? Ah? Hahaha! Have you seen it? This is the end of confrontation with me!"

Men Hongtao knew that he had no way out, so he strode forward, slammed the knife in his palm, and said coldly: "Phew! Don't pretend to be a ghost here, who doesn't know that it was your subordinates who stole cold arrows just now and hurt my beloved disciple." As he spoke, he pointed with the tip of his knife and deliberately twisted his face towards everyone, "Have you seen it?" There are no twelve colors, without his killer group, Zhang Jingsheng is a waste, and he can't fight even the younger generations, and he has to help his subordinates, if our Central Plains Martial Arts loses to him, it will be a great shame!"