That sword was mixed with all kinds of private coldness, leaving no room to stab Zhao Zidu's throat.

Heaven and earth, Da Luo Jin Xian, it is difficult to take Zhao Zidu's life.

Wang Liang's heart was full of smug colors, and he couldn't help but see four hundred taels of gold, as long as he pierced that throat, it was his own.

Tie Yin Zhou was also smiling, but there was a distorted cold glow in his heart, a hand that scolded Fang Xuan was hidden next to his thigh, and if there was an extra hole in his throat, it would be turbulent.

Xie Wuyi was simply burst into tears, if usually, according to his body, Xie Wuyi clearly still has the confidence to stop the long sword, but now the weather is freezing and cold, after a long time of running in the snow, even his hands are stiff and purple, as if even the glazed tiles can't be broken, let alone stop the sword!

Mu Yurong couldn't bear to look at it.

Thinking that Zhao Ziwei might be Xie Wuyi's neighbor, he was also anxious.

Mu Yurong shouted.

"Stop. ”

It's just that the crisp sound lingers in the flying snow, and not even a trace of snowflakes can be shaken away.

The sword still stabbed at the throat, unaltered by any obstacles.

In the past, as long as Mu Yurong shouted, whether it was her parents or her brothers, even if Ximen was shocked, she would wait patiently to finish.

This is the first time that he has felt powerless.

It is also the first time that he understands what is called Jianghu Luhan.

There are only two of them, and their hearts are clear, without any complicated thoughts, only waiting.

One of them, of course, is him.

Life and death, he has seen too much, not to mention a sword piercing the throat, even if ten swords pierce the throat, he has seen it.

The rivers and lakes are cold and cruel, and they will not be touched at all unless they are concerned.

The other, of course, is Zhao Zidu.

If you don't put life and death down, how can you go to the game alone?

Zhao Zidui saw the sword stabbing coming, he knew that he was going to die, and his eyes were not closed, only staring at people's hearts; the sword stabbed halfway, people's hearts changed, and Zhao Zidui had to laugh bitterly, laughing that he couldn't die for a while.

Jindong has indeed changed.

Became very resolute and clear.

That sword was about to pierce Zhao Zidu's throat, and that sword was about to exchange all the long-awaited fame and fortune for Jindong, but that sword also changed.

I saw the sword that flickered with cold light suddenly folded in the air.

Just when everyone thought that Zhao Zidui was dead, everyone's hearts relaxed a little, and they folded.

In the middle of the fight, a bloody hole was about to be pierced in Tie Yinzhou's chest.

With Jindong's temperament, if it weren't for Wang Liang Youzhong's stopping, he would not be able to avoid attacking the other group of people outside the pear orchard.

No matter who it is, he can't share the name of killing Zhao Zidui with himself.

Fang just forbears it, on the one hand, it is to give Wang Liang face, sometimes he doesn't look down on Wang Liang, but Jindong does not deny that Wang Liang really has some tricks; on the other hand, he also wants to use the manpower on the other side, after all, Zhao Zidu's prestige is like a great wind in the Great Wilderness, and now that he has been detained, it is his turn to deal with others.

From Zhao Zidui's smell of the soul incense, he couldn't move, and Jindong already had the idea of attacking Tie Yinzhou in his heart.

Starting from this sword stabbing at Zhao Zidu's throat, the purpose of everything is to immerse Tie Yinzhou, who is like a thorn behind him, in a relaxed way, so that he can easily succeed when he comes back.

Therefore, these Jianghu people, not only can they not believe anything, but they must not believe anything they do!