Jian Ming's fist bones clenched, and he really used all his savage power to restrain his anger.

It's just that after that "share", it's useless.

The sword said coldly.

"Let go. ”

This was the first time that Fan Ru listened to Jian Ming's words.

Jian Ming walked towards Jiang Jiujin step by step, like a beast waiting for an opportunity.

But Jiang Jiujin was not afraid at all, he was still swaying left and right, and retreated in a dignified manner against the sword.

The distance between the two people has never been closer, but the more they walk, the heavier the evil aura of the sword becomes.

Jiang Jiujin could still laugh dryly, but his footsteps were shaking after all.

If he didn't retreat a step, Jian Ming would never let go, and suddenly took a step, like a leopard blowing the wind, and in the blink of an eye, Jiang Jiujin's smiling face was already at his fingertips, and there was no order at all, but he just buried all his strength into his fist and smashed it heavily in the front door.

The power of destroying the withering and decaying threw Jiang Jiujin out in an instant.

Several of the left teeth were immediately stained with blood and fell off, and his face was immediately swollen.

And a person like Jiang Jiujin's fox and fake tiger might, of course, will not have the majesty to swallow back the blood to fight back, and even before he has time to stand, he will flee in a hurry like a stream of urine on all fours.

The sword is like flying, chasing from behind.

The two of them walked one after the other, shuttling in the narrow passage unique to Night Cool City.

After all, Jiang Jiujin used all his strength to survive thoroughly, and the speed was so fast that ordinary people couldn't match it.

However, the sword and the body were occupied by anger, and it seemed that he had broken away from the human race, like a demon, and kicked Jiang Jiujin's vest with one kick.

Jiang Jiujin was planted headlong.

It's almost like carving a few marks on a stone wall.

Immediately, blood poured down from the top of his head, obscuring Jiang Jiujin's eyes.

People can't stand up anymore.

But Jiang Jiujin still has to struggle and live.

So Jiang Jiujin rolled, really curled up his body, and rolled towards the wide mouth of the narrow road.

Although this man is shameless and despicable, his cherishing of life is enough for anyone to pay homage to him.

The snow is loose and loose, so that it will not hurt the flesh and bones as it rolls away like this.

Jiang Jiujin was rolling and gasping for breath, and he struggled to find where the wide mouth was by relying on the dazzling snow-colored white mang.

Suddenly, the whiteness of heaven and earth was enveloped in a black shadow.

The sword was on the head of the tumbling Jiang Jiujin, with a pair of hideous angry eyes, as if he was about to cramp and peel his skin.

Sure enough, Jian Ming's upright body struck low, as if he was about to smash the fist that was shattered on the ground straight into Jiang Jiujin's chest.

There was a shout behind him.

"No, I can't. ”

Between the gaps between the white horses, Jiang Jiujin suddenly licked out a hidden trap from his lips and tongue, and in an instant, seventeen needles as thin as cow's hair all hit the sword in an instant.

Jian Ming's eyes were sharp, but the strength of his body had been used to old age, and with his cultivation at the moment, he couldn't get rid of his strength no matter what.

"Tata", immediately three needles drilled into Fan Ru's calf.

Fortunately, Fan Ru opened the sword after all, and after all, he still let the sword leave a life.

Fan Ru shook his head bitterly.

"'Needle under the tongue', Jiang Jiujin's best trick. ”

Looking back, Jiang Jiujin had already crossed half of his body through the wide mouth of the narrow road, as if there was dawn bathing.

Fan Ru pulled a sword and said.

"The front is the base camp of Yinjunfang, and Jiang Jiujin deliberately brought you here. ”

Jian Ming's fist trembled.

Fan Ru could feel it, and Fan Ru understood that there was still a slight opportunity to pull the sword and turn back at this moment.

Confucianism.

"It's just a little bit of a stretch, it's a little bit of a little bit of effort. ”

With tears in his eyes, Jian Ming finally let go of the strength of his fist.

Fan Ru breathed a sigh of relief tiredly, and finally fell into the snow.

Just as Jian Ming was about to step forward to help the person up, there was a sudden lingering sound in the sky and on the ground.

"Ahh

The voice was still shaking, and there was a whimper with pain, but it sounded in the quiet snow.