When everyone looked at the two people surrounding Zhao Zhijing, they saw that the luster in the eyes of the two gradually dimmed, and the hands holding the long sword did not tremble in the slightest.

I only heard the sound of "poof" and "poof" twice, and I saw a red mark appear in the throat of the two people, bright red blood gushed out of it, and the rustling sound was like the sound of the autumn wind blowing through the leaves falling, the withered yellow leaves are so beautiful, but the autumn wind is so solemn.

Just like the scene at this time, life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, but the long sword is as fierce as the autumn wind.

There was a look of horror in their eyes, and the light in their eyes dimmed until they were annihilated, and their bodies fell into the alley of the night, and no one would know their names, and no one would remember them, only they themselves were still immersed in the dreams of that purple light until they died. It was as if he had left the world without the slightest pain.

At this time, looking at Zhao Zhijing, who was standing aside, as if he had never drawn out his long sword, the look in everyone's eyes had changed greatly.

Zhuge Zheng, who was still ethereal, did not have a look of surprise in his eyes, as if such a situation was in his expectation, but only he knew it, and he was still amazed by Zhao Zhijing's sword at this time. I couldn't help but think about whether I could take this fantastic sword if I could.

The other three men in black looked at Zhao Zhijing's eyes full of resentment and fear, although they were other people's killers and dead soldiers, but as long as they were people, there would be emotions, even those who had undergone severe training still had a trace of warm light in their hearts, a trace of light in the darkness.

Seeing the person he got along with day and night fall in front of him, he couldn't do anything, and his heart was naturally full of anger, but that dreamlike sword light was like a basin of cold water poured on his head, extinguishing the anger in his heart, leaving only the fear of Zhao Zhijing's sword light and the resentment towards him.

Chasing Life and Jia Gui kept their feet and palms, and they could be said to be equal, but the corner of their eyes swept over the two black-clothed swordsmen who fell to the ground, and the thoughts in their hearts were completely different.

As the first person among the people to know Zhao Zhijing's pursuit, although the pupils in his eyes shrank at this time, he was surprised by Zhao Zhijing's cultivation, but there was no panic in his heart, only a trace of joy for his friend to have such a profound cultivation.

Sweeping towards Zhao Zhijing's eyes full of amazement: "I didn't expect Brother Zhao's cultivation to be so profound, if I have any difficulties in the future, I can ask him for help!" Thinking of this, a slight smile appeared on his face, and his spirit suddenly lifted up, and the legs he kicked out suddenly became more powerful.

And Jia Gui, who was hostile to him, although his hands were not slow at all, at this time, he was on a par with chasing his life. But when the corner of his eye swept over Zhao Zhijing, who was standing aside at this time as if he had nothing to do with him, the pupils in his eyes suddenly contracted, and there was a thick fear and fear in his eyes when he looked at Zhao Zhijing.

The white robe is on his body, Zhao Zhijing, who has no wind and is automatic, and the long sword is at his waist. His eyes flashed, and he opened his mouth slightly and said in a gentle sentence: "Mr. Zhuge , whether my disposal method is appropriate, I don't know how Mr. should deal with it!"

Zhuge Zheng, who dissipated, touched the braid of his beard with one hand, and said slightly: "Little brother's approach is really unique, but I don't have the sharp sword of my little brother, I am unarmed, I don't have the slightest weapon on my body, only a pair of old hands." ”

Zhao Zhijing laughed and said: "I think that Mr. Zhuge is a hundred times sharper than the divine weapons in the rivers and lakes, and they can be described as real divine weapons in the rivers and lakes!"

Zhuge Zheng didn't seem to care about the three black-clothed swordsmen around me at all, he was still so indifferent, and said, "Little brother praises it!"

The three black-clothed swordsmen beside Zhuge Zheng sighed in their hearts that they were being ignored so much at this time, and the anger in their hearts suddenly rose, only to see that the fear of Zhao Zhijing was annihilated in the burning of anger, and their eyes were full of bright red bloodshots, and their cold eyes full of murderous intent stared straight at Zhuge Zhengme, who was still chic.

The three black-clothed swordsmen, the knuckles of the fingers holding the long sword turned slightly white at this time, it can be seen that they have involuntarily grasped the long sword at this time, as if the long sword in their hands is their last life-saving straw, only by holding this only life-saving straw, they can get a trace of warmth from the soul in this cold night.

The three of them looked at Zhuge Zheng's eyes, which seemed to bulge out of their sockets, and the corners of their eyes burst out, and they swallowed the saliva in their mouths. The long swords in the hands of the three of them quickly cut through the air and stabbed at Zhuge Zheng's body.

The long sword approached, as if the next moment these three long swords would stab Zhuge Zhengme, who was still chic at this time, and a smile appeared on the faces of the three of them, as if the Mr. Zhuge who was praised by everyone had fallen under their swords, and they had seen everyone praising themselves.

But it's like a drama, one moment it's joy, the next moment it's already sadness. The smiles on the faces of the three of them had turned into horror in the next moment, and I saw Zhuge Zhengme, whose sleeves fluttered and was unusually chic, stretched out his slender arm, and saw that the five fingers in the palm of his hand were abnormally slender, like warm jade, and there was still a crystal brilliance in the dark night.

I saw that he raised his arm slightly and raised two fingers, like a sharp sword but without the edge of a long sword, like a small sword carved from white jade. I saw his figure flashing, shining brightly. Seeing that the two fingers were already in the dantian of the three people, the three of them were like balloons punctured by fine needles, and the air in the balloon kept gushing out, and the balloon that was originally filled with air was deflated at this time.

The three of them were like this balloon, the dantian was broken, the true qi collapsed, and the three of them were already useless at this time. The three of them fell to the ground in response, and looked at Zhuge Zhengme's eyes full of resentment, as if they wanted to swallow Zhuge Zhengme into their stomachs.

Zhao Zhijing on the side looked at Zhuge Zheng at this time, and there was a hint of understanding in my eyes, although a person like Zhuge Zheng and I who owned the city government would not kill the prisoner in front of people, but it would still make it lose its combat effectiveness.

As for the three black-clothed swordsmen, they are characters in the martial arts, and one of them regards his martial arts cultivation as more important than his own life, and at this time, he was broken by Zhuge Zheng's finger. This kind of treatment is even more painful than killing them, and when I look at Zhuge Zheng, my eyes are naturally full of resentment.

At this time, they don't even care about their own lives, so naturally there is nothing else to fear. Some alternative interpretations of the sentence "The people are not afraid of death, why refuse to die!"