Mo Yu looked at Zhang Yan who was kneeling on the ground, and chuckled: "General Zhang is really interesting. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Zhang raised his head violently, glared at Mo Yu angrily, and said coldly: "That's because Miss Mo is strong. ”

Mo Yu didn't answer again, Zhan Zhengrong's eyes were dilated when his throat was pinched in his hand, and he looked extremely terrifying, like a hideous ghost. However, after witnessing the tragedy of the loss of children and grandchildren, a line of blood and tears flowed out, and it had dried up, and I don't know when it was already angry to death.

Mo Yu casually threw Zhan Zhengrong's corpse out, and the body that rolled to the ground was not cold and hard, and curled up in a ball, like a dog crawling on the ground and trembling.

Thinking of the power of Zhan Zhengrong, he may never have thought that after his death, he would end up in a miserable situation where no one collected the body.

Mo Yu's revenge was avenged, and his mood seemed to be extremely comfortable, and he said happily to Zhang Yan: "General Zhang is the person who has been with Uncle Xiao for the longest time in the world. With General Zhang by his side, Mo Yu seemed to be able to feel Uncle Xiao by his side. And this is also the reason why I must bring General Zhang on this trip. ”

Without waiting for Zhang Yu to speak, Mo Yu said unhurriedly: "General Zhang did help Mo Yu kill some of the enemies, so General Zhang won three chances. ”

Rao is heart is dead at this moment, and he still can't hold back: "What three chances?"

Mo Yu smiled gently: "General Zhang can shoot at Mo Yu three times, no matter the time and place, no matter what situation Mo Yu is in." Within three times, Mo Yu would definitely not embarrass General Zhang. Speaking of this, Mo Yu said seriously: "If General Zhang wants to take revenge, he must cherish this hard-won opportunity." ”

After hearing this, Zhang Yan couldn't help but be shocked: This is indeed a very generous condition for revenge. But at the next moment, Zhang Zhan asked himself: With his own strength, even if he works a hundred times harder, can he break the eternal scripture burning trick of Mo Yu?

Mo Yu's words stopped here, and he glanced indifferently at the Prime Minister's Mansion, which was already in disarray, but smiled again: "After farewell, General Zhang had better find a beautiful place to dissipate the dead air on his body." Otherwise, it will be easy for the masters of the Royal Forest Army to find Brother Zhang's body tomorrow. ”

Zhang Yan collected many thoughts in his heart and snorted: "Then Zhang should thank Miss Mo for her kindness!"

Mo Yu shook his head and said softly, "It doesn't have to be like this. This kind reminder may just be for the next time to be more offended. General Zhang, take care!"

After saying that, Mo Yufei swept past the eight guards who were standing with their swords. When Mo Yu's chuckle reached Zhang Yan's ears, the entire Prime Minister's Mansion suddenly seemed to be a trick, and flames burned in all directions. The eight guards fell to the ground at the same time, exhausted.

The chill in Zhang Yan's heart was simply indescribable.

He didn't notice any sign of Mo Yu making a move at all.

According to legend, the person who has learned the technique of burning scriptures is the existence of the Da Luo Jin Immortal. Zhang Yan's heart sank to the bottom: can he really kill Mo Yu and take revenge?

When Zhang returned to Xiao Mansion in the fairyland-like West Lake, dawn had already appeared. Zhang Yan dragged his heavy body and mind like a thousand pounds and returned to his door. I was about to push the door in, but suddenly I was stunned.

Zhang Yan's right hand moved forward by another inch, and he could touch the door. But at this moment, Zhang Yan sensed that there was someone inside the door, who was staring at him through the door with a cold and ruthless gaze.

Across the door, Zhang Yan still felt the hot pain of being stared at on his face.

Zhang Yan's cold sweat flowed down, and he didn't dare to act rashly. Because by the time he realized the existence of this man, he had already stepped into his killing realm. The qi that could not be sensed at all, if there is a substance in Zhang Yan's field of vision at this moment, it has already closed itself firmly. Just like a flying insect thrown into a spider web, Zhang Chuan has no ability to fight back at all, so he can only be slaughtered by others.

Perhaps, this is retribution! Zhang Yan thought to himself.

Haha, Zhang Yan pushed the door in.

The room was empty, and the man was gone.

This person didn't leave any breath, nor did he leave any clues for people to inquire, but Zhang Yan already knew who she was.

That magical feeling is back.

As if he had traveled through time and space, Zhang Yan clearly saw that she had been waiting for him here all night. The items of their own luggage, including the folds on their clothes, did not change in the slightest. But Zhang Zhan still knew that she had touched everything, gently and meticulously.

She didn't kill herself, because tonight's self has nothing to love, and her heart is like ashes. She didn't want to let herself die with regret and death. Therefore, at a certain moment in the future when Zhang Yan feels joyful, it will be the moment when she takes her own life.

It seems that happy and happy times really come at a price.

Zhang Yan didn't know why she suddenly wanted to kill herself, but she didn't bother to think about it. Just mechanically brought a basin of water and numbly wiped the thick-backed knife. It seems that washing away the blood on the knife can cleanse one's soul, so Zhang Yan is very serious.

The morning sun is rising, bright red like blood.

The arrival of a new day, the beginning of a new day, does it mean that yesterday is completely gone?

An indescribable emotion swept over Zhang Yan's whole person, and he laughed again, and turned over with a thick-backed knife.

In the cold dawn, Zhang Yan waved the thick-backed knife heartily.

The shadow of the knife is rolling, and the momentum is menacing. If the bright and dark morning sun is shining, Zhang Remnant flickered.

Zhang Zan's own move didn't know what kind of move he wielded, in short, Zhang Zan's felt that it should be undisciplined and full of flaws. But he can do it in one go, endlessly.

The dancing knife was in full swing, and Zhang Yan remembered the phantom swordsmanship that had already been ripe.

Chuantian once said that there is no absolute martial arts in the world, only the most suitable kung fu for individuals. And the phantom sword technique can be said to be almost tailor-made by the founder for Zhang Remnant.

Zhang Yan thought that the phantom sword technique should also be completed in one go, but as soon as the thick-backed knife made a starting pose, the flowing body technique was like being in the mud, blocking the difficulty.

The thick-backed knife hummed dissatisfiedly, and Zhang's remnant meridians were astringent, and the internal force that was originally ready to pour thousands of miles seemed to be pouring back as if it had hit a copper wall. Zhang Yan snorted, and under the damage of his meridians, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Zhang Zan's was not shocked or overjoyed, because at this moment, Zhang Zan's finally understood why Chuantian said that he had embarked on the wrong path of martial arts.

Before he was expelled from the division, Zhang Yan's swordsmanship was only a small success, and it didn't count the climate at all. After breaking away from the Taishan faction, Zhang Yan abandoned the sword and did not use it, and under the delay, the swordsmanship naturally did not advance but retreated. However, later Zhang Remnant held a thick back knife, but he was self-righteous and whimsically integrated the former swordsmanship into the swordsmanship.

As the saying goes, people do their best, and things do their best. With the pride of a thick-backed sword warrior, it will never be allowed to wield the characteristics of a sword. Therefore, Zhang Remnant tried to integrate swordsmanship into the thick-backed knife, but in fact, it was just a bamboo basket to draw water, and there was no gain.

At present, Zhang Chuan also deeply understands. His immature Taishan faction swordsmanship can still be used with a thick-backed knife, but the powerful phantom swordsmanship, the thick-backed knife will never allow it to occupy the phoenix's nest and bloom its brilliance through the thick-backed knife.

Is it to abandon the sword and not use it, or to practice the phantom sword technique without hesitation?

Zhang Zhan didn't think too much about the trade-offs at the moment, because now he was feeling his own internal force and slowly converging towards the dantian. Since the dantian was broken, this is a long-lost touch. Because only the internal force is stored in the dantian can it be made stronger.

Under the rising sun, Zhang Zhan was motionless, and there was no surprise or joy in his heart.

A new day has arrived, a new day has begun. Yesterday, it will be completely gone.