The funeral night was a little dumbfounded, a little palpitating!

In front of Lao Dao, his madness is just a small trick, just a small trick.

Can't get on the table.

But the old way is crazy, even if there is only one sentence, only one note, but it can fall in the hearts of the enemy, it is all Mount Tai collapse, and they all have to be counted with their lives!

The man in black retreated, inexplicably retreating, although it was a shame, it was better than losing his life!

Lao Dao pulled out his sword with his backhand, and on his toes, the person was like a fluttering flocculent, rising out of the air, and in a blink of an eye, he had already reached the front of the man in black.

"It seems that you prefer Poor Dao to take your life himself!"

Man in Black: "......"

Is this like? Is this willing?

No!

There's no choice.

You're going to kill me!

The man in black erupted in blood, and his eyes began to redden.

Almost at the same time, everyone raised their sharp blades and rushed towards Lao Dao, either you die or I die.

Lao Dao swung out a sword, without earth-shattering momentum, nor luxurious and dazzling effects, and even inferior to Qin Jiangongzi's B-grid.

It's like a breeze, but it can't blow yellow sand!

Like a ripple, but it can't move a boat!

However, this ordinary sword floated blood in an instant, and it rolled off the head in an instant!

Funeral night gasped, the old way's swordsmanship is very high, very strong, it seems that there are no tricks, and it seems that every sword is inconspicuous.

But every sword can kill a person!

It's a mouthful...... Murderous sword!

"Amitabha meat!" The fat face of the great monk was a little unbearable, Taishan Beidou, who was also born in martial arts, also had a glorious and dazzling identity background.

But the strength is very different and cannot be compared!

The people in black are retreating, they are cold, they have most of the information about the other party, and they know the strength and weakness.

There are two people they don't want to face the most, one is the jade-faced scholar, and the other is the demon slayer in front of them!

Yes, the name of the old road is called "Demon Removal Guardian Road".

He is very low-key and does not even like to show his head.

But every time you go out of the mountain, every time you meet the enemy on a narrow road, you must separate life and death, and only the living side can leave!

This is his style, so the man in black didn't think he could escape, so he gave up, and all that was left was to fight hard!

The second wave of sprints began, and it also ushered in the second wave of blood and rolling.

There are only two people left in black, and they are those two famous masters!

But their fighting spirit is almost gone, not because they are too vegetable, but because their opponents are too strong.

"Of all the people killed by the poor road, you two wastes are the most cowardly!" said the boss, a little annoyed, who looked down on those who flinched the most.

On the night of the funeral, he was deeply shocked by the arrogance of the old man, he couldn't help but stand up, and couldn't help but want to applaud!

"Ox nose has a strange temperament, and he hates people who slap his beard the most, you have to pay attention to what you say, I'm afraid you will roll your head too!"

The hands that were about to applaud on the night of the funeral slowly put down, and their faces were a little dark and a little embarrassed.

Because he is also a madman, he dares to target two gangs by himself in the south of the city.

He seldom admires anyone, and rarely applauds anyone!

Lao Dao was the first, but he was stopped before he could shoot.

On the night of the funeral, I felt that the old face was hot!

Zheng!

The sound of the sword sounded, and the sound was extremely sharp, as if even the air could be cut!

Burst!

A man rolled at his feet, his eyes still open, round and bulging, with fear, shock, and disbelief!

Oh, yes!

This is a famous master, a person who stands in the first echelon of this martial arts.

But in front of the great monk, he is as vulnerable as a local chicken and a dog, and he raises his hand to shoot it, and it is no different from stepping on an ant to death!

The body fell in front of him as he buried him.

This is a new attempt, the funeral night heart moved, and Da Luo's hand was also displayed.

So the corpse was also frozen.

The man in black didn't see the funeral night, because his head was off and he was looking to the other side.

But he knew that the contents of his storage bag were decreasing and disappearing one by one.

It's very weird and very different!

He'd been in this before, and of course, he'd never died, and this was the first time, a little inexperienced!

Will death be like this?

Or is it the first item to disappear after death, which is the system's protection of the player's property?

It's too fast, it's too quick!

The surviving man in black turned and ran, it wasn't a problem he could solve, and it wasn't an opponent he devoured.

Even if he knew he couldn't run away, he still planned to give it a try, it was instinct!

The old Dao sword turned around, the movements were still ordinary, and there seemed to be a sudden wind in front of him, the wind was not too strong, and he couldn't even sway the leaves!

Silent, invisible!

Burst!

The man in black's jumping body exploded in mid-air, a cloud of blood mist rose on his back, and there was a shocking opening that almost cut him off!

Thump!

The man in black fell to the ground, he wasn't dead, he still had a breath.

The distance has reduced the power of the sword qi a lot, but not dying does not mean that it is lucky, but there is more soul torture.

Lao Dao leaned on his long sword, his face was unchanged and cold, and his stride was very slow, but the speed of his progress was very fast!

The funeral night has calculated, Lao Dao takes a casual step, and he has to walk several steps to keep up!

This is the Wudang Cloud Ladder Vertical!

"Dao Chief, you are tired, rest, let me solve this little shrimp!"

On the night of the funeral, I didn't know why my head was pumping, why I was fat, and I actually wanted to snatch food from the tiger's mouth.

This is probably because I tasted the sweetness for the first time, and I know that the famous master is a treasure trove of movement.

He succeeded once just now, and the other party was very fat, except for the Nine Palace Formation Diagram, which could not be made up, almost all the other losses were filled!

Lao Dao didn't say yes or no, not even the night, his eyes kept staring into the distance, staring at the man in black who was still dying and struggling, dragging his body forward!

There was an embarrassment on the night of the funeral, which was completely ignored!

But he is not reconciled, there is no reason for the cooked duck to let him fly!

On the night of the funeral, he mustered up the courage to take a step forward, his heart was open, and he was not afraid.

However, Lao Dao suddenly turned around, and his cold eyes were like two cold lights, falling straight on the body of the funeral night!

He didn't move, he didn't seem to be able to move, Lao Dao's gaze was too sharp, just like when he faced Wan Shaoyun!

"Do you think that Poor Dao can't kill him!"

Lao Dao snorted coldly, and walked directly towards the man in black, without superfluous nonsense, raising his hand was a sword stab.

Simple, direct, violent, bloody!

After doing this, Lao Dao was like yawning, and he didn't feel like he was making a difference!

Looking at the disappearing corpse, the funeral night was heartbroken, this is a tyrannical thing!

After Lao Dao finished killing people, he left directly, without recounting with the great monk or anything, and without even an explanation.

He's going in the other direction!

"Amitabha, let's go too! Ox nose is like this, not close to people, except for Mr. Hu, he doesn't sell anyone's account. ”

(End of chapter)