A drop of blood fell to the ground.

A crystal clear, shiny, and round blood bead fell on the uneven paved stone road with a 'ding-' sound, splashing a blood flower.

Just one.

No more, no less, just one.

Fuliu took a half step back, slightly sidelined his eyebrows, and looked at the corner of his eye.

I saw a blood mark on the cheekbone of her right cheek, slowly emerging from the white snow-white skin.

The blood stain is not long, about two inches, and the blood stain is not wide, only the thickness of a willow leaf paper.

It's a little deeper than a mosquito bite.

It's deeper than a mosquito bite.

"Zhang Shan, Li Shi, let's go!"

In the quiet night, the blood-colored white clothes shouted loudly.

While Fuliu was looking at the wound on his face with great interest, Wang Manxiu shouted angrily, ignoring the heartache from his right wrist, he immediately re-drained his breath, and then held Qinghe horizontally with his left hand, and quickly stepped forward with a sword to slash at her snow-white neck, in order to trap Fuliu's form, or at least win a glimmer of opportunity for Zhang Shan Li Shi.

And taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Shan Li Shi, who had come back to his senses, immediately took action, his eyes flashed rapidly, and rushed towards the two people who were sitting on the ground at the fastest speed they could show - it was Li Shi who ran towards Yin Shao, who was closer, and Zhang Shan hurried to Zhong Liyan's side.

When it was already so critical, the two of them did not care about the etiquette and dogma, so they had to grab the people who were already frightened and muttered before with both hands, and they had to rush out of the city in three steps and two steps.

Although, they don't know if the city guards of this Zhenhuang City have been bought by Fuliu, and whether they will let them out again...... But if they continue to stay in this place, there is no doubt that they will only end up in a dead end.

Even if Lord Wang Manxiu didn't say a word, Zhang Shan Li Shi, who was Jinyiwei, also knew what he had to do immediately.

They want to keep the adults.

They are to keep their eyes.

...... At the very least, be sure to keep your spiritual eyes.

Seeing Zhang Shan's eyebrows bent over, he said 'offended' to Zhong Liyan in a deep voice, and quickly grabbed her weak waist and carried it on her shoulder.

Then, his eyes flashed with a strange light, and he was about to step towards the end of the alley.

There, there is a glimmer of bright starlight, like a twinkle of life.

Zhang Shan saw it.

Zhang Shan didn't see it.

The wind rises, the cage fire shines, and Zhou Yi closes his eyes.

"Don't think about it. ”

It is the voice of the Airug.

......

A bead of blood pierced the wall.

A crystal clear, shiny, round bead of blood pierced into the smooth and flat wall with a 'thud), leaving a small hole about half a foot deep.

It was the same bead of blood that had fallen to the ground and splashed earlier.

At the moment when Zhang Shan picked up Zhong Liyan, this round and flawless blood bead suddenly rose from the ground, flying at a speed that no eagle bird bow and crossbow in the world could match, and with a bang, it entered from Zhang Shan's right sun, left sun out, and finally pierced into the brick and stone wall of the Yu family's mansion.

From beginning to end, there was not the slightest hesitation or pause on this blood bead, as if it was not a soft and formless fluid, but a silver needle that was extremely sharp.

A silver needle used to kill people.

Wang Manxiu looked sideways, and didn't look at the Qinghe sword that was taken by Fuliu with two fingers, but just looked at Zhang Shan, who was burly and wore a ring around his waist.

A line of bright red blood slowly trickled down from its sun.

I saw Zhang Shan slowly bend down, trembling and gently placing Zhong Liyan, who was full of confusion, on the ground.

Then, turning around, he looked at Wang Manxiu.

Two lines of bright red blood trickled down the sides of his cheeks and pooled in front of his neck, wetting the dark brocade robe.

"Adult ......"

His pupils twitched slightly, his voice was hoarse, and his burly body staggered and took half a step forward.

"You must ......"

It's just that the voice hasn't fallen.

A round bead of blood swept out of the center of his brow and flew unhurriedly back to Fuliu's cheek, seeping into the tiny streak of blood.

Not even a single scar remained.

And Zhang Shan, who had a bloody hole in the center of his eyebrows, opened his lips slightly, and gradually raised his godless eyes with difficulty, and quietly glanced at Wang Manxiu.

Full of regret, remorse, compassion, gratitude.

Just listen to the sound of 'knock-'.

He could no longer stand on his feet, leaned forward and fell to the ground.

......

Zhang Shan died.

And so he died.

Before he could finish his words, he died.

Under the stars in the sky, he died.

Li Shi, who had already pulled up Yin Shao's arm, had pale lips and trembling pupils, and no longer had the strength to support Yin Shao, he staggered and took two steps towards the body in the pool of blood, and fell to the ground with a 'poof-' sound, hiding his face and choking his name over and over again.

Then Zhong Liyan, who was sitting half a step away from Zhang Shan, looked at this scene, his face was like ashes, his eyes were colorless, his consciousness in his heart was completely extinguished, and there was no aura between his eyebrows, like a cold dead corpse, looking at the uneven masonry ground with his head sluggish, and it was difficult to move half a step.

And the white clothes that Zhang Shan looked at for the last time were frowning, and the cold light in his eyes was even more cold than before, Zhou's murderous aura was already more turbulent and terrifying than that of white lacquer clothes, and his mouth was full of teeth that were bitten out of the smell of blood, and he slashed towards Fuliu's neck with a sword in his angry eyes.

Fuliu still easily resisted Qing He with his two fingers, and slashed his wrist along the blade of the sword with his two fingers.

Qinghe sword is a boring sword, good at attacking and difficult to defend, at this time it was taken over by Fuliu, and it was already weak to follow, and it should have been drawn back immediately.

But at this time, Wang Manxiu did not do this.

He let Fuliu's two fingers run across the blade of the sword, cut open the mouth of his left hand, broke his thumb with a crisp sound, and then crushed the arm bone of his left arm without hesitation.

But Wang Manxiu still didn't draw his sword back.

I saw that he suddenly took a step forward, let go of the left hand holding the sword, and actually bit the extremely sharp Qinghe sword with his teeth!

Wang Manxiu glared at her sharply and stabbed at her eye socket.

He knew that no matter how strong her breath was, it would never be possible to protect her eyes.

She knew that his ruined sword was a dead end, and she could only fight for her life.

And as a realm with a thousand enemies, she could take half a step back at will when he was fighting for his life, avoid the sharp edge of this sword, and then easily pluck her heart with one palm.

But she didn't.

Because she's Furyug.

It is the only enemy of Qimen.

Seeing that between the lightning and the fire, Fuliu's left hand suddenly raised, and he actually stretched out his slender two fingers-for-tat and stabbed Wang Manxiu's eye socket!

Avoid its edge, hit it unprepared, the art of war.

Fight for your life, die and live, Qimen.

Only by strolling through the Yellow Spring and sharpening one's soul can one finally break through the realm and achieve the consummation of Qimen.

And when Qimen is perfect, there is no possibility of defeat again.

It was at this moment that the two fingers of Fuliu, which was clearly coming later, were far faster than Wang Manxiu's Qinghe sword, and it was only a stone's throw away from his eye socket in an instant.

The answer is clear.

Fuliu or injury.

The white garments will die.

I saw that under the gate of the Kui family with two red lanterns, Zhou Yi, who was wearing a yang robe, let out a long sigh.

"Enough. ”

A soft female voice floated from behind.

Soft, but in an instant, he blew away all the killing intent under the bright moonlight, and forcibly left his sword blade and her two fingers in the air.

Yin Shao, who was sitting on the ground, looked back in confusion.

I saw the shadow behind the bronze gate, and the three of them slowly walked out and stood next to Zhou Yi.

It is Yin Zheng, who has blood in his fists, holding the unconscious Shangshan, and his face is like frost.

It's a low eyebrow, a little bitter in her expression, and a pursed lip.

It is a purple-haired shawl, blood-red eyes in the shape of almonds, and a calm expression.

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