It was an iron hook that pierced the thick arm.

The iron hook did not stop, and it was nailed straight into the stone rock wall, and the thousand feather threads on the end, which were as thin as spider silk and as strong as steel wire, spread all the way to a brocade jade flute thirty steps away.

With the blood splattered and the howl came a lonely sound.

Liangcheng Baixue Yu Yin Xiao, at this moment, if you don't look at Fan Ru, I am afraid that it will be outside the situation.

Under the melodious sound, Jian Ming barely crawled back from the edge of life and death.

Immediately after, Fan Ru was running.

There are two kinds of light skills in the rivers and lakes, one is flexible and exquisite, step by step, tossing and turning between the Wuzi have mysteries;

Fan Confucian's light skills are naturally the first kind.

People dressed as scholars and Confucian scholars like this, of course, care about romance, and love to learn these delicate things.

If you let them take a few steps, it will really be new to other people's eyes and ears.

But the current situation is by no means manageable with a few dexterity.

So Fan Ru had to run, hold his breath, forget everything, and only think about running in his heart.

In front of Yinjun Square is a circular square, and Fan Ru is running around this circle.

The thousand feather line was tight, and with Fan Ru's running, it was pasted towards the disciples of Yinjunfang on the side.

Originally, not many people cared, until the blood foam was splashed in the air, and the crowd knew the power of this thread and retreated.

Immediately, someone rushed up to block it, but when he saw Fan Ru pinching Xiao Kong, an extremely narrow long sword suddenly popped out from another port of Xiao, and a sword pierced the heart.

More people had no choice but to retreat, leaving from the trap of the Thousand Feather Thread, and at the same time letting the sword trapped in the circle escape.

When he came to Jian Ming's side, Fan Ru stumbled a little under his feet, and he almost fell.

Jian Ming held the man up, and his eyes revealed panic.

There was a touch of pain on Fan Ru's face, and he just patted Jian Ming's shoulder and said lightly.

"There's still a long way to go. ”

It takes two people to walk, and it's still a long way.

Where did the right person run away, now he needs two people and four legs to walk down the same way.

The two men stood shoulder to shoulder, facing the first rays of the sun after the snow stopped.

Jian Ming said lightly.

"Give me the sword. ”

In just four words, there is a weight that others can't bear.

Fan Ru looked at the young man in front of him.

But a teenager in his early twenties.

In the past, he could only follow behind others, thinking about things in his heart, but he didn't say anything; when he grew up, although he also had the ability, he just obeyed Lu Muqing's words; even just now, he was still very immature, and he would still be led to trouble by anger; and at this moment, Jian Ming even looked different.

Fan Ru has never liked to put himself in the hands of others, this time, without hesitation, he took the knife in Jian Ming's hand and handed Jian Xiao over.

Then the sword was in front of Fan Ru, and strode towards the nearest exit to his side.

Naturally, no one will let the two go easily.

Although the crowd suffered heavy losses, there were still twenty or thirty people carrying the front of the army.

As the two approached the exit, they also sank deeper into the crisis.

Immediately, Jian Ming stood still, and then the horizontal sword was in the air.

The occasional sunlight shone on the blood-stained blade.

Jian Ming's left hand slowly clasped on the blade, and fresh blood flowed and fell between the blades.

Jian Ming spoke slowly.

"Heaven and earth Xuanhua, breaking blood into killing. ”