On the boundless grassland under the dark night, a strange scene is happening. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info the crescent moon in the sky sprinkled with bright brilliance, and the stars hanging in the sky also shined their own starlight at this moment. The breeze wandered in the night, and the grass kept shaking at this time, suddenly showing the green waves in the night, and the stirring waves and the rustling sound were like the breeze blowing the sand.

In the night, there were no towering mountains, only raised hills, and a torch had been thrown to the ground when the horse thief charged, and the fire that had not been extinguished illuminated a small space at this moment. The figure of the man and the shadow of the horse galloped, roaring constantly, mottled on the ground, but I don't know if it can still see the rising sun tomorrow.

When Zhao Zhijing's figure galloped. A crisp sound suddenly sounded, and the purple jade-like body of the Purple Emperor Sword suddenly bounced out of the scabbard at this moment and jumped straight into the air. This crisp sound was particularly strange when the more than 100 war horses were galloping, and it actually tore the loud noise like the tide of the sea, and its own sound appeared in this thunderous sound.

As the Purple Emperor Sword rose into the air, Zhao Zhijing also stepped heavily on the ground at this time. Suddenly, an earth lotus the size of a millstone disc appeared at Zhao Zhijing's feet, and the next moment, Zhao Zhijing's figure had already risen from the ground with this force. Zhao Zhijing, whose white figure jumped into the air, stretched out his hand to take the Purple Emperor Sword that was slowly falling.

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing, who seemed to be stagnant in the air, got rid of the gravitational pull of the earth, and the cold gaze in his eyes suddenly fell on the galloping war horses and horse thieves on the ground. Looking at these horse thieves with distorted faces, Zhao Zhijing's eyes did not change in the slightest, as if he was looking at a dead object. In his eyes, the horse thief at this time had no eyes on the grass, and he had no eyes on the ants. Naturally, it will not cause a change in Zhao Zhijing's mood.

The Purple Emperor Sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand pointed obliquely at the ground, and at this moment, the purple jade-like sword body trembled slightly, and suddenly buzzed. The pure innate true yuan in Zhao Zhijing's body suddenly worked, and the Purple Emperor Sword in his hand was wonderful. Suddenly, sword shadows appeared along with the movement of the Purple Emperor Sword.

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing gently shook the Purple Emperor Sword in his hand, and a slight sword sound suddenly sounded. The true yuan sword shadows condensed by the true yuan galloped out at this time, like sharp arrows off the string. Tearing open the air in the air, there was a buzzing sound.

Looking at the sword gang spreading like flowing water, some shrewd horse thieves suddenly slackened the reins in their hands slightly, and the speed of the war horse they sat on slowed down slightly but was not noticeable at this time. The horse thief led by him knew that Zhao Zhijing's sword was not something he could block, and the reins in his hand were slightly drawn, and the direction of the horse that sat down changed slightly at this time, wanting to avoid the sword gang that spread out.

Poof, poof!

A strange sound spread at this time, and between the sword shadows condensed by the sword gangs, the bright red blood flowers suddenly bloomed at this moment, looking so dreamy and beautiful in this night. Its beauty is like the flowers blooming on the bank of the Yellow Spring River, and in the dazzling beauty, it is full of blood watering, composing the music of death.

After Zhao Zhijing's sword, the horse thief's charge also stopped at this time. A closer look saw that more than a dozen people had fallen in a pool of blood, and bright red blood flowed out of the wounds, staining the ground red. Those eyes were full of reluctance and suspicion, as if asking something. Why did that ray of white light circulate, but the scimitar in his hand had no effect, why did he die like this. The doubts in my heart turned into complexity in my eyes.

Zhao Zhijing's sword not only killed more than ten people, but also several war horses did not survive, falling in the sharp sword, there was no change in the pair of big eyes, as if it had died without the slightest pain. And the few horses that survived did not flee, but kept pacing beside their masters, arching their owners with their heads from time to time, why did the masters fall to the ground?

Zhao Zhijing, who fell to the ground like a feather from the air, pointed at the ground with the Purple Emperor Sword in his hand. Looking at this scene in front of me, my heart was filled with a slight strangeness. In this vast red dust, other animals are more lovely and pure than humans, and these wolf-like horse thieves have an extraordinary tenderness for their mounts, so that these war horses have not abandoned their masters.

Although there is a trace of strangeness in my heart, as long as I make a move, I will naturally not leave. For Zhao Zhijing, there is no so-called evil and good, there are just different positions. If these horse thieves had not come to look for him, he would not have attacked, but since they had come, he would have slaughtered them all.

There is a way that the weeds are inexhaustible, and the spring breeze blows and grows, only cutting the grass and eradicating the roots is the wisest choice at this time, even if it is just a small threat in Zhao Zhijing's heart, the doubt is that there is no threat and it has already been shot, so naturally it is only to erase everything without leaving a trace.

Thinking about it in his heart, Zhao Zhijing stepped out lightly, and the next moment the white robe had already stepped out of the body with a flash of figure, and came to the body of a horse thief, in his frightened gaze, the Purple Emperor Sword in his hand was lightly clicked, and suddenly a red dot the size of a needle tip appeared in the center of this person's eyebrows.

A sword was lightly pointed, and Zhao Zhijing's figure flickered. Suddenly, with the movement of Zhao Zhijing's figure, the Purple Emperor Sword in his hand also quickly lit out at this time, no blood light appeared, and no blood flowers bloomed, only red dots the size of a needle's eye appeared in the eyebrows of several horse thieves, as if Zhao Zhijing's sword was useless.

At this moment, there was a bang, and several people who were hit by Zhao Zhijing's long sword suddenly swelled their heads, and the next moment they burst out, and with the sound of cracking, the red and white things in the skulls splashed out at this time, like a heavy hammer smashing on a watermelon, flying everywhere with the sound.

The next moment, when I looked closely, several headless corpses were sitting on horseback, and even the scimitar in his hand was still tightly held in his hand, without the slightest relaxation, as if he was going to kill Zhao Zhijing. A wisp of wind blew, and the horse on which he sat took a few steps, and the headless corpse on the horse's back fell from the horse, splashing a cloud of dust.

In a short period of time, Zhao Zhijing has killed more than 20 people, which is already one-fifth for the horse thieves of more than 100 people. Seeing his former partner die under Zhao Zhijing's long sword, the still alive horse thieves had not anger in their hearts, but the coldness of their souls and the thick fear. (To be continued.) )