The wind and sand are all over the sky, and the dry sky is a little bit of ice and dust, which has neither the beauty of the winter sunset and snow, nor the silent grace of the spring rain, but it gives the solemn air a little moisten.

Liu Yun carried a sledgehammer on his shoulder, asked the sky to rub the rusty sword and flowed the rainbow, and the joints between Xiaoyu's fingers clicked.

Liu Tiedan is also a person who has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, of course he is not a fool, although he can't feel dozens of murderous auras in all directions, but seeing that the pedestrians on the street are all murderous walking towards here, he knows that something is wrong, and hides behind the counter with Wu Xiaobao in his arms, telling the child not to say a word. He was ruthless and did not hide the unconscious Liu Jinpeng, at the critical moment, perhaps at the cost of Liu Jinpeng's life, he could slow down the time of his death with the child.

For a while, on the street, on the house, and on the wall, there were all kinds of "people", different costumes, the same goal and murderous aura, surrounding the pharmacy and the three people in front of the door.

An old lady who sells tea eggs, tentatively called a tea egg, a small egg, breaking through the air, if you slow down time and space, you can see that the small head in front of the big head in the back of the tea eggs behind the circle of ripples, full of internal force.

Liu Yun, who practiced the art of the eldest grandson, stopped the tea egg in the air, and then shot it back, the old lady who started the filigree never thought that she could not match a small hairy child in the air, and was hit on the forehead by the egg, and the blood-colored ripples visible to the naked eye rippled, and the blue and white egg white and yellow egg yolk gave the world a touch of dazzling. At the intersection of winter and spring, the corpse that fell to the ground will soon stand straight and cold.

"Grandma!" the maiden in the room saw the old lady fall to the ground, screaming and flying down like an eagle and a rabbit. Opposite to the girl who flew down, it was the girl who flew up, and the two passed by in an instant, and Xiaoyu's right hand was covered with blood. Turning his head in the air, the white eyes of a pair of sword eyebrows widened angrily.

The girl's waist and abdomen were opened, and the moment the corpse fell to the ground, it was like beating the war drums of the army, and the thieves broke out.

In an instant, the sword light and sword shadow were as strong as a dragon.

Ma Wentian instantly burst out of the spirit of a king, with a radius of more than ten zhang, all of them felt the coercion of the righteous path of heaven and earth, he was like a proud king, looking down on the humble people. The rainbow sword in his hand shuttled with Wentian, like a flowing rainbow, and the sword light combined with the blood shadow, showing his ease in the killing.

Liu Yun waved the sledgehammer in his hand, all of them were final, no opponent held it up to the second blow, and no enemy thought that this unpretentious, rusty broken iron hammer would be so smooth and smooth to pick up, and it could hit the body, but it had unrivaled strength and could not be shaken.

Xiaoyu's light and cheerful figure, dancing like a butterfly when staying, walking like a white horse passing through the gap, shuttling through the left and right of everyone, fast and difficult to catch, as if the world is still, only the only elf in this world, happily playing in the red dust, a pair of knives, straight to the weakness, the knife to see blood.

There was a constant eruption of blood, a stump falling to the ground, a wailing eruption, and then an abrupt halt by a sword. It's just that a steady stream of silenced spies from all directions are looking at death as home, and they are pouring into the battlefield in a swarm.

At the end of the street, the swordsman leading the horse quietly watched the bloody slaughter, as if watching a group of beasts biting, without a trace of emotion in his eyes, the white-fronted red horse occasionally snorted, and the swordsman smiled and stroked the horse's face, patted the horse's head gently, and treated the horse more like a person, and looked at a person more like a horse.

On the other side of the street, the rich man who knew the destiny of heaven stuck his hands into his sleeves, shivering with cold, and his feet kept stomping on the ground for warmth. Looking at the fighting on the street, I couldn't bear to look at it directly, sometimes I covered my face with my sleeves to avoid the bloody picture, and sometimes I turned my head with my teeth grinning to avoid the cruel torture, but the expression seemed to say: "Oh, you're hiding, you see, it's dead, it's stupid." And you, hurry, hurry, alas, slowly. You too, hey, hey, you deserve it......" His expression, which was as engaged as watching a play, showed not only his kindness, but also his insensitivity as a person.

Although it is a one-sided torture, many silent spies are not fools and fools who can only send them to death, and the masters mixed with the wide crowd will always hand out a move from time to time, which is enough to kill any of these three guys. Even if it's at the cost of your own life, just hand over that trick.

Although the silenced spy organization is strictly disciplined, and sometimes their own brothers are their companions, the two don't know each other. But this powerful faith and temptation are enough to make them look at death for the sake of their master. They believe that the organization will accomplish better things for them than they live to accomplish, and the ability and commitment of the organization are higher than the responsibility and responsibility of the individual. They believe in the companions around them, believe in the strange guys behind them, and are willing to pave the way for others with their own lives, even if it is the smallest of those many stepping stones, as long as someone can step on his shoulders to complete the task, it is the best ending.

Wave after wave of forwards and successions, again and again they can't be guarded, and they are all opponents with the same or similar strength as themselves, Xiaoyu and the three of them finally can't support it, the three of them stand back to back, and only one person jumps out each time to fight vividly and comes back after a while, and then another person comes forward to make a threat, and so on. The masters who can be killed are becoming more and more masters, and the exhausted body is becoming more and more exhausted.

The three children who seemed to have climbed up from the deepest part of hell were covered in blood, gasping for air, mixed with dirty blood and water sucked into their mouths with rapid breathing, and then spat out fiercely. Liu Yun's 3,330 pounds of sledgehammer was pasted with plasma layer after layer, at the beginning of the slippery hand, every time he pulled out hard, he would slip out a little, and after each move, he had to hold it from the new to the front to prevent it from slipping, but in the end, the plasma became more and more viscous, almost sticking his hand to the hammer handle, and it was very sticky.

After all, the number of silenced spies in the vicinity was poor, seeing that there were still the last three people around him who pounced viciously, Ma Wentian spun a sword gang, lightly injuring three people, Xiao Yu took advantage of the victory to attack, and when the three of them took the extremely fast blood-red girl seriously, they were unconscious after being touched by a fierce sledgehammer.

The surroundings were finally quiet, except for the sound of three people gasping and the sound of three sonorous and powerful hearts dancing. There were corpses all over the ground, and the corpses were stacked in two or three layers on the street in a radius of several feet.

The red streets, the red houses, as if even the northwest wind carried a red mist, everything smelled of killing.

Wu Xiaobao in the house finally stopped when he heard the shouting and killing outside, broke free from the trembling Liu Tiedan's embrace, and ran out.

"Bald purr," a low sound of a horse snorting broke the hard-won silence.

Wu Xiaobao, who had not yet run to the door, immediately stopped, and the smart child heard that the sound of the horse was not the sound of the old horse in the carriage when he came. Liu Tiedan hunched over quickly, picked up the stunned Wu Xiaobao and returned to the back of the counter.

The swordsman who led the horse said to the rich man on the other side of the street, "Helmsman, will you come or will I come?"

The rich man watched his men being slaughtered one by one, squatting on the ground in "despair", puffing into his hands, rubbing his red hands, and saying, "The deputy helmsman will come first." "Crisp and neat, as if this death should be done by someone else, and it has nothing to do with himself.

The swordsman did not hesitate, walked to the side of the horse, and drew two swords from the saddle, a red scabbard, a red hilt, and a red spike. A black scabbard, black hilt, black spike. He swept the red sword and hung it on the saddle again. Drawing the black sword, he raised his hand high.

Wentian and Xiaoyu were wary of the swordsman, while Liu Yun looked nervously at the rich man on the other end, and his sensitive feeling told him that the rich man was really dangerous, and the three of them often feinted with one person, one made a killing move, and the other improvised, he didn't want to be attacked by these two people with the same moves.

The swordsman slashed a sword downward, like a splitting knife, a simple and unadorned sword, a huge gang qi fell between heaven and earth, and the three of them wanted to dodge, but they were powerless to dodge from the inside out, and they had to resist hard.

In an instant, the hundred-meter-long street was dusty, and the bluestone pavement was all crushed. The rich man on the other side of the street covered his mouth and nose with one hand, and fanned the dust in front of him with the other. The trembling swordsman at the end of the street only held the empty hilt of the sword in his right hand, and the blade of the sword had gone with the sword, and a good sword could only be cast in one move. Killing, in fact, is enough with only one move. The swordsman discards the discarded hilt.

The dust fell, Ma Wentian and Xiaoyu were already squatting on the ground, Liu Yun resisted the sword with a sledgehammer, and both legs were already submerged in the ground. It's not that Wentian and Xiaoyu are afraid of death or can't catch this sword, but that the swordsman still has a sword hanging on his saddle and has never used it, and there is a rich man on the other side of the street who has not made a move.

Liu Yun jumped out of the ground with the masonry and dirt, coughed lightly, and swallowed a mouthful of blood.

The swordsman drew his second sword with a blank face, and the rich man on the other side of the street hid in the middle of the street and hid far away.

The swordsman's second sword stabbed out, and it was not fancy.

A huge sword stabbed along the street. Ma Wentian jumped to the front, and the three of them lined up in a row. After the devastating sword, the bluestone was no longer visible on the bluestone street, and the ground fell two feet deep, exposing the dirt. The walls of the houses on both sides of the street are gone, and the inside of the house is unobstructed.

Ma Wentian's imperial qi was exhausted in an instant, if it weren't for Liu Yun's internal support at the critical time, Ma Wentian's meridians would have been damaged. After shaking it twice, Ma Wentianpi said with a smile: "Rest for a while." After that, he sat down against the broken wall, tilted his head, closed his eyes, and tried his best to suppress the chaotic force in his body.

The swordsman threw away the red hilt and coughed twice with his mouth covered, black and red blood gushing out between his fingers. The swordsman led the horse, walked slowly without saying a word, but after a few steps, he fell to the ground, and two mouthfuls of black blood gushed from his mouth, and he died of despair. The old horse stood aside, bowed his head and touched the swordsman with his mouth, and when he saw that he was dead, he went away on his own. "Cluck, cluck" The sound of the horse's paw stepping on the bluestone slab went farther and farther.

Liu Yun supported his knees with both hands, and finally couldn't hold back and coughed up a mouthful of blood. Ma Wentian didn't even have the strength to open his eyes. Only Xiaoyu stood at the front, staring at the rich man.

The rich man put his hands in his sleeves, and looked at the three men, and there seemed to be a flame between the cuffs, and then it was gone, and then the sleeves were steaming, and a fine satin gown was burned to the shoulders, and he seemed to know that there was a fire on his body. Dressed in cotton clothes and hats, **** arms, hands on fire, it's not weird.

Ask the master! Ask the fire!

"Kill so many of me, huh, but you can't beat me. The rich man said, and a ball of fire rushed towards Xiaoyu.

Ask the master, the real master, is by no means something that the three martial artists can contend with. Xiao Yu's silver teeth clenched, her dress accompanied by her long hair fluttering, and she was prepared for the worst.

The fireball was getting closer and closer, as if the soul-bound Hades were walking quickly. When there are still two or three meters to touch Xiaoyu, there is thunder on the ground!

A thunderbolt from below broke the fireball and pierced into the sky.

"They can't beat you, what about me?" Ling Chi Ouyang refined me and fell from the sky!