With Zhao Quan's order, thirty-three white-clothed people jumped into the circle, and these thirty-three people surrounded Yang Zixu in the middle. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

They were in groups of three, one with a long sword in front and two with a short sword behind, like eleven lotus flowers, spinning around Yang Zixu.

The man in white and the others attacked in front of him, and the two guarded behind him. Eleven swords stabbed straight at him.

A good Yang Zixu, his body fell to the ground, and the eleven long swords were all pierced into the air.

And Yang Zixu supported the ground with his left hand, and with a horizontal knife move, the turning lotus flower of the Nirvana knife technique, and the sword in his right hand swept straight into the calves of the eleven people, and the twenty-two short swordsmen who were defending hurriedly met the short swords in their hands.

It's a pity that the knife is a love knife, and people are the stars that kill the sky.

A white chain flashed into everyone's eyes, and the sword broke its leg.

Twenty-two calves were broken together, and all twenty-two short swords were destroyed.

Break through the lotus subduing demon array with one sword. At this moment, Yang Zixu stood in the middle of the field, his hands turned and slashed, and the blood droplets on the sword flew in all directions. He was dancing the Nirvana Sword Technique to his heart's content, and he was enjoying the feeling of the sword smearing on the enemy's neck.

These thirty-three people felt that the gentle, gentle knife, like a lover's kiss, like a fairy's jade finger lightly, the cold with warmth, pain but happiness.

In a matter of moments, Killing Affection reaped thirty-three lives.

Silence, no cries of death, silence, no groans of pain.

Yang Zixu looked at the blood stains on his body, and he didn't know if it was because of his trembling or if it had a soul of its own, and the vibration of the blade brought a moving chant like an elf.

After a long time, Yang Zixu laughed under the firelight, his laughter became louder and louder, everyone listened to it, and only felt as terrifying as the ghost cry of hell, and the domestic dogs in the village didn't dare to bark anymore when they heard it.

He smiled and said, "Sister Lian, I know why you killed so many people?"

Yinglian didn't answer, just quietly waited for his answer.

Yang Zixu's eyes revealed a fierce light, and all the people who were swept by him intuitively felt numb and trembling, and he said word by word: "Because this killing, it is really addictive." “

When Yinglian heard this, she raised her head, and her eyes burst with brilliance......

The black shadow flashed again, and Yang Zixu had already pounced into the crowd, with a wild knife in his hand like a wave, unstoppable.

Seeing that he was red-eyed, Deadpool also drew his twin knives and rushed over.

Compared to Yang Zixu's killing at any cost, Deadpool is like a shrewd businessman, who can always wipe your neck with the least strength and the most concise knife technique.

Deadpool seemed to be infected by Yang Zixu's murderous intent, and the red light in his eyes gradually lit up, and all the enemies he was targeting were greeted only by death.

After Deadpool didn't know how many people he had killed, a familiar figure appeared in front of him, he obviously had several chances to kill her, but he didn't know why, every time the knife had slashed at the center of her eyebrows, he just couldn't use half of his strength anymore.

The man stabbed at him with another sword, and Deadpool spun around and ran behind her, smashing the slash into her large vertebrae, and she fell.

Yang Zixu has become one with the Lover's Knife at this moment, and the slashing seems to be a part of his body, he dances in the crowd like a secluded, accompanied by endless blood and fear.

The torches in his hands became fewer and fewer, and the light became dimmer and dimmer, and I don't know if it was the blood that stained the moonlight red, or if the moonlight was originally red.

When the last enemy with a torch lay down, Yang Zixu saw that only the last enemy was left in the field.

With a twist of his wrist, the sword swirled like a top in his hand, shaking off the blood on it.

As soon as his figure collided, the sword slashed at him, and the man dodged and shouted, "It's me, I'm Deadpool." “

Deadpool didn't dare take his iron-clad sword.

Hearing this, Yang Zixu stopped his body violently, and the red light in his eyes dissipated little by little.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and Yang Zixu said: "Ninety-one enemies were killed, sixteen knife wounds, seven sword wounds, and four gunshot wounds." “

Deadpool was silent for a while, and then said, "Kill forty-three enemies, three sword wounds, and one sword wound." “

"Good, good kill. The two on the roof clapped and sighed. Then they flew lightly to the ground.

"Such a good knife technique, the master of the palace is also itchy and unbearable. Yang Shaoxia, I'll ask for a few tricks for the old body, okay?" said the palace lord of Hong who was wearing a big red robe.

"Old fox, now you and I have consumed most of our physical strength, and our speed and strength are not as good as just now. Deadpool whispered.

Yang Zixu listened to Deadpool's words, his words changed, and he said with a smile: "The Lord of the Hong Palace has died so many of his subordinates, and he can still change his face, he is really heroic, boy, I admire it very much." But you've laid such a big bait, and if you can't catch a fish, you're really laughing and generous. “

The Hong Palace Lord used the sleeves of his big red robe to block his laughter, he pointed to the iron cage and said, "For the sake of this rare treasure, it is to destroy my Red Sleeve Palace, so what?"

"Lord Hong, it's better to go back and gather some disciples here, and I'll see if there is any more powerful formation? If I, Yang Zixu, can't break your formation, I'll turn around and leave, and don't care about this matter anymore." Yang Zixu said with a smile.

Zhao Quan's eyes widened: "Brother Hong, don't waste your tongue with this son again, he is just delaying the army, delaying time to recover his strength." “

Zhao Quan said a word to break Yang Zixu's thoughts, and the lord of the Hong Palace suddenly realized.

He took a few steps forward, "Yang Shaoxia, make a move." “

Zhao Quan also jumped in front of Deadpool, his right hand shook, and the white snake soft sword appeared in his hand.

Deadpool set up his twin knives, and the tiredness just now made the muscles in his shoulders tremble slightly.

"If your subordinates are defeated, do you dare to fight again?" Zhao Quan said sarcastically.

"Farewell three days, should be impressed. Deadpool said coldly.

Zhao Quan noticed the change in his countenance, and he said, "It seems that you have already drunk this broth?"

Deadpool listened and said guiltily, "I, Deadpool, owe Miss Yinglian ten years of affection, and I should protect her for ten years." In the past ten years, I have been going to the soup for Miss Yinglian, and I have not hesitated. “

The moonlight sprinkled on the clothes of the two, the black Deadpool and the white Zhao Quan were like two chess pieces, and the fight between them was the arrangement of fate!

Zhao Quan shook the soft sword in his hand, "The sword is three feet and one inch long, weighs two catties and five taels, and has no sheath." Legend has it that when casting this sword, it was splashed with a ruler long gold silk white snake blood, so it was called the white snake. “

Deadpool sneered: "The knife is nameless, and the man is ruthless." “

"Good. Zhao Quan shouted, and the person moved.

His steps moved slightly, and indeed ten afterimages flashed, surrounding Deadpool. Each shadow of Zhao Quan was like a real person, the same shaking sword, stabbing out.

Only one is true, which one is it? In his hand, he had two knives and one split knife, and his left and right hands were slashed towards the three Zhao Quan.

It's a pity that these six are all afterimages. When the sword light slashed through Zhao Quan's shadow, Deadpool knew that his life had come to an end.

The White Snake sword stabbed into Deadpool's chest, and a little blood flowed out.