Of course, there are fools in the world, but you must not treat people as fools, let alone a "fool" who has a way to solve the riddle of poetry.

Tie Yinzhou narrowed the corners of his eyes, like a praying mantis behind a cicada.

As long as there are no yellow finch, the last laugh must be the praying mantis.

There is no need to blow the dust, Zhao Ziwei is already unable to move, for Tie Yinzhou, it is really good.

I have been afraid, and I have not been sure, and when Zhao Zidui's body is wrapped around two shackles, there is only indifference in the corners of his eyes.

Now, there is only one thing that Tie Yinzhou needs to do, and that is to strip the life in front of him alive.

Judging by the number of people, the advantage is simply overwhelming.

Wang Liang and his entourage, there are only eight people in total, and now the two people who are holding the chain on the left and right are unable to fight for a while, and there are only six of them who really need to deal with it.

What's more, everyone's eyes locked on Zhao Zidu's body, uninhibitedly exposing his back to the cold white light.

A group of nine people, even if they didn't have to look at each other, laughed in unison.

The smile was as cold as if he were looking at a dead man.

The hand that led the action had not yet been dropped.

Since he has taken the absolute initiative, Tie Yinzhou is not in a hurry.

Tie Yinzhou even wanted to admire Jin Dong raising his hand, stabbing the sword into Zhao Zidu's chest or throat, and then showing a wild smile, and finally froze in the next time and space.

You say that Tie Yinzhou is dark or perverted, as long as the thought of turning other people's joy into despair and horror, Tie Yinzhou will be excited from his heart. This kind of thing, even more than *, can bring happiness to Tie Yin Zhou.

Tie Yinzhou's pupils contracted, and he watched Jindong's sword, little by little, parallel to his eyes.

The white light outside once again shone the sword with a silver glow.

Everyone's eyes became anxious.

No one would have thought that the long-lasting legend would eventually be nailed to the chair like a dead dog, without any strength to refute.

Sigh, of course there will be.

A little, maybe a little bit of loneliness.

Even if he is as famous as Zhao Zidu, he still has to sink in the cold pool of the rivers and lakes, and he can't grasp life or death.

But there are still countless people who are chasing fame.

Jindong is also among them.

Jindong shot.

Tie Yinzhou was watching, behind Wang Liang and his party.

If in normal times, with a swordsmanship like Jindong, Tie Yinzhou would only think about passing by. But after all, Jindong's sword is about to stab at the throat, no matter how sharp the sword is, the moment it pierces the throat, it will be stuck by the throat bone.

It's only a moment, enough to give Tie Yinzhou the idea of making a move.

Carrying Wang Liang and his party on his back, Tie Yinzhou's gesture began.

The gestures are subtle and complex, strung together in a sentence.

"Sword wielder, kill first. ”

The meaning of the first kill is that in an instant, all the offensives hit Jindong like a storm. At that time, there will be four fast swordsmen who will sweep over Wang Liang, from top to bottom, left and right, and together envelop the acupoints of Jindong's body. There are also two bows and arrows, but at the snap of the fingers, the archers will join forces to shoot a chain of arrows from the nine sons, blocking all the retreats in Jindong.

Once Jindong is dead, the rest of the people are not even opponents.

All the action is waiting for Tie Yin Zhou's hand to give orders.

Tie Yinzhou's hand was waiting for a sword stabbed by Jindong Thunder.

Jindong's sword was waiting to be aimed at Zhao Zidu's throat.

Everyone is waiting, waiting for their moment.

What about Zhao Zidui? Are you waiting for anything?

The sword pierces into the air!