Chapter Eighty-Seven: A Cold Wind Rises in the Street, and the Cold Wind Pierces the Bone

It was late at night.

A lonely city.

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Even if Sun Wushuang released his words, saying that the person who killed the white-haired boy would be able to sit on the throne of the head of the Sun family, it was not necessarily true that anyone could believe it, but what people knew was that by killing the white-haired boy, the Sun family would definitely be able to take out a considerable part of the things.

That being said, there is such a thing as silver, which can only be spent if you are alive. Stupidly went to find the white-haired boy in the middle of the night, and it was not certain who would kill whom.

In the past, the noisy and bustling, brightly lit streets and restaurants are now pitch black, and you can't see your fingers.

But to say that there is not a single light in the whole city is too unrealistic.

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Zhao family.

The lights are dim.

After all, at such a time, even the Sun family, which is famous in the city, does not dare to be too public.

After a while, a hundred steps away from the Zhao family's mansion, in the shadow of the dim lights, a woman in red came.

The woman in red stood in the shadow at the entrance of the street, and when a cold wind walked by, and when the woman's bright red fluttering sleeves were lifted, she could see this beautiful woman in red, holding a sword.

The woman didn't do anything.

Just holding the sword, quietly staring at the door of the Zhao family's mansion, which is more than ten zhang high and imposing.

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The cold wind is still blowing.

The wind carries the leaves of the street corner up and down.

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A damp, slightly yellowish fallen leaf, fell from the eyes of the woman in red.

There was a sound of a sword groaning.

It's the sword out of the sheath!

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A sword, from a hundred steps away from the Zhao Mansion where the woman in red was standing, was drawn in an instant!

The dead leaves are split in two, and the residual leaves have not yet touched the ground.

The main gate of the Zhao family, which was more than ten zhang high, was also split in two by this sword in a terrifying roar!

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The main gate of the magnificent Zhao Mansion collapsed, smoke and dust rose everywhere, and then there were panicked screams in the Zhao Mansion one after another.

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The woman still stood in place, as if she hadn't moved since the beginning.

It's just that.

The dead leaf at the woman's feet, which was divided into two, knew that this person only used a sword to cut open the main gate of the Zhao family in Fusang City.

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With a gloomy and cold killing intent coming from the Zhao family, the woman in red neither dodged nor dodged.

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Suddenly!

Two four-inch-long black steel needles, faster than the cold wind, flew out of the dust that had not yet dispersed from the main gate of the Zhao Mansion in an instant!

The black steel needle is extremely fast and imposing, pointing directly at the eyebrows of the woman in red!

The woman in red was still standing still.

Two steps out at random, the woman in red didn't look at it, and raised her hand to the void of her left hand to wave it with a palm.

Fist to palm.

But there was a strong wind rushing out from the place where the fists collided!

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The person who used the steel needle as a feint failed to sneak attack, so he quickly opened the distance between him and the woman in red, and looked at the woman in red coldly at the end of the street.

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At this end of the street, the woman in red held a pepper picture and stood with her hands in her hands.

On the other side of the street, Zhao Xing, who was not well-known in the Zhao family, looked at people coldly.

The wind was cold in the streets, and the wind was biting.

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The people of Fusang City said that the physique of Sun Wushuang, the head of the old family of the Sun family, was like an iron wall, and in terms of physique, there was no one in the world;

It stands to reason that this unparalleled old head of the Sun family should be invincible in this Fusang City.

However, everyone knows that Sun Wushuang, who has an unparalleled physique, is not invincible in this city.

The Zhao family spear, the master of the sword, does not lose to the Sun family.

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As soon as he jumped up, Zhao Xing had already swept into the icy cold wind.

Under the dark night, at the other end of Baizhang Street, a blue light suddenly burst out.

The blue light galloped, and the wind raged everywhere it passed, and the fallen leaves scattered.

Raising his hand, in the void, there was a flash of blue light.

In the midst of the swift sweep, Zhao Xing pulled out a seven-foot spear of green qi from the void!

The spear is seven feet, and the momentum is cold.

After all, it is a nine-layer creation, a hundred streets and alleys, just in an instant!

Zhao Xing has arrived at the east and is three zhang in front of Lan.

Bent down and stabbed fourteen lightning shots at Dongfang Lan.

The spear is imposing, and the gun is deadly!

Wherever the tip of the gun pointed, Dongfang Fang Lan kept turning sideways, and every shot between the cold guns was tightly pressed against her skin.

In the cold wind, the woman in the red robe was like a blooming flower.

The fourteen shots between Zhao Xing's eyes are virtual and real, weird and difficult to distinguish, one of the fourteen, no matter who it is, will inevitably die on the spot!

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It's just that.

This time, Zhao Xing, the dignified head of the Zhao family, met Dongfang Fang Lan.

Except for the last shot, which made Dongfang Fang Lan raise his scabbard and block it slightly, the remaining thirteen shots were all avoided by Dongfang Fang Lan at will.

The slender scabbard pressed down Zhao Xing's seven-foot spear like a mountain, and Dongfang Fang Lan took it with one hand and said:

"I advise you to use your most effective killer move. ”

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"Otherwise..."

"You're dead. ”

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In the streets and alleys, the dead leaves move with the cold wind, rising and falling.

Zhao Xing, who was holding a spear, had a gloomy face, if someone else said this, he would just shoot it.

But this was said by her Dongfang Fang Lan.

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After the fourteen shots were out, Zhao Xing, who had listened to Dongfang Fanglan's words, just put away the gun and retreated, he knew that Dongfang Fang Lan would never shoot when he collected the gun.

Ten steps back, Zhao Xing held the spear diagonally behind him, just standing in the cold wind.

In the wind, Zhao Xing, the head of the Zhao family, slowly closed his eyes.

At the end of the ten steps, it was the person he Zhao Xing was going to kill today.

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Zhao Xing, who had his eyes closed, raised his right hand, and the spear drew half a full moon in the air.

In the wind, Zhao Xing, who closed his eyes tightly, moved the corners of his mouth slightly.

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"One shot, kneeling Buddha. ”

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Four words out.

The overwhelming green qi surged towards Zhao Xing from between heaven and earth, whether it was falling leaves or cold wind, they were all squeezed away by the surging green qi domineeringly.

When the green qi raging like a tide returned to a shot, the heaven and the earth returned to quiet.

The spear swept away, and the four alleys and long streets were full of killing intent.

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Suddenly open your eyes!

One shot, stabbed from ten paces away!

The tip of the spear walked by, and the black stone slabs a few feet down the street and alley were all shattered!

This shot was realized by Zhao Xing when he walked the world. At that time, Zhao Xing was young and peerless, and it was difficult to find opponents among his peers.

He once used the imperial qi to create a god, and unloaded the old monk's arm with the power of a gun, and since then, Zhao Xing has called this shot "kneeling Buddha"

The moves are minimalist and the guns are terrifying.

One shot out, just to kill the enemy with all your life's strength!

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The tip of the thunderous spear pierced out, and wherever the spear went, it was already Dongfang Fang Lan's throat!

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