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The long sword with the sheath was slanted on the ground, swaying in the sunlight, and Li Mochou, who fell to the ground, had a look of joy in his eyes, and that sword was like a ray of sunshine in the dark world.

There was only that sword in the eyes of everyone, and the whole world became quiet at this moment, even the horse under Liu Anshen = did not roar at this moment, not even a thick gasp, the breeze blew, blowing the bamboo leaves to make a rustling sound, standing on the bamboo tip to chase his life, with a happy look on his face, raised his hand and poured a sip of wine, and muttered to himself: "I knew that he was not so easy to die, as I expected!"

"Squeak!" The crisp sound fell in the ears, and the quiet world was broken at this moment, like a small pebble falling into the calm lake, and the mirror-like surface of the lake rippled. The closed bamboo door was opened from the inside, and a young man in a white robe walked out.

Zhao Zhijing's face was very calm, without the intoxicating smile of the past, only a calm face. Stepping out step by step, he couldn't see Li Mochou's hurt sadness and anger on his face, nor his disgust and killing intent towards those armor soldiers, but only terrifying calm.

The familiar figure fell into view, and a smile appeared on Li Mochou's face, but seeing Zhao Zhijing's calm face, even she felt a trace of strangeness in her heart, and even the hairs on her body couldn't help but stand up at this moment.

Walking to Li Mochou's side, Zhao Zhijing gently wrapped it up and reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Sting!" With a sound, he tore off a piece of cloth casually, bandaged Li Mochou's still bleeding tiger's mouth, and gently said slowly: "Mochou, we meet again, these people are my gift to you, their blood must be very red, dazzlingly red!"

Zhao Zhijing gently put Li Mochou down slowly and turned around slowly. The moment he turned around, his face was calm, and some were just sneering and cruel, only to see him stepping heavily in a pool of blood, and suddenly blood splashed, and a palm swept out, and scarlet blood beads, An Ruo bullets, shot out quickly.

"Poof!" The sound of bullets entering the body sounded, and before a soldier in armor could swing the long knife in his hand or stab a spear shining with cold light, the blood beads had already arrived in front of him. The heavy armor couldn't stop the blood beads, and suddenly the blood gushed out, and one by one the armor soldiers had already fallen to the ground.

Zhao Zhijing stepped out quickly, and suddenly there was a shock in the small courtyard, as if a giant beast had stepped on it, and blood splashed everywhere. Even the Purple Emperor Sword located in the scabbard came out of the scabbard at this moment.

Zhao Zhijing jumped forward, his figure was already in mid-air, the Purple Emperor Sword seemed to have spirituality, it fell into his hands, the true air turned, the killing intent spread out, the three-foot-long Purple Emperor Sword, the sword qi soared and turned into a four-foot giant sword, slashing down in the air, and suddenly the sound of wind and thunder sounded, and waves of Dao Qi rolled up in the air. Liu An, who was sitting on horseback, slashed out the waist knife in his hand, trying to hold Zhao Zhijing's groundbreaking sword.

Clang!

There was a loud bang, the huge power was like a rushing flood, like a bamboo, unstoppable, the figure of the willow bank riding on the horseback was short, and the horse sitting down was already kneeling on the ground at this time, and the steaming blood flowed from the horse's mouth and nose, and the horse under great pressure, the book was obviously bursting with internal organs.

Zhao Zhijing shouted: "Even if you dare to hurt her like this, look for death!" Another sword slashed out, and suddenly the sword light skyrocketed, and the sword qi stirred and rolled up the waves.

"Ahh The pupils in his eyes widened, and he looked at Zhao Zhijing who was close at hand in horror, and a blood line had already appeared on Liu An's forehead.

A breeze swept by, and then looked at the waist knife in Liu An's hand, it had been shattered, and pieces of fragments clanged and fell to the ground, and he also fell to the ground with extraordinary martial arts, blood gushed out, and the handsome Liu An was actually split in half by Zhao Zhijing's sword at this moment, and the horse he sat on, the horse's head was cut to the ground by Zhao Zhijing's sword, and bright red horse blood gushed out from his neck.

The armor soldiers and catchers who came with Liu An were all elites in the army or the Six Gates, and each of them had a few lives on their hands. But killing people is not a nod to the ground, He has never seen Zhao Zhijing like this, cutting people in half with a sword, even the eyes of these people have a thick look of horror, seeing the willow bank that fell to the ground at this time, red, white, and green flowed all over the ground. Suddenly, the pupils in his eyes shrank.

But Zhao Zhijing, who was holding the sword, did not mean to let them go at all, his figure flashed, a sword slashed out of the air, and the spear that stabbed out of thin air was cut in two, and the tip of the spear that shone with cold light was pulled by the Purple Emperor Sword and shot out quickly.

The armorer who stabbed out the spear felt a chill on his neck, and saw the blood of a headless corpse spurting several feet high from the severed neck like a fountain, and a thought flashed through his mind: "That's me, I'm already dead,??????" The next moment it was plunged into endless darkness, and there was no sound.

The tip of the spear **** came, and the long knife in the hand of a soldier slashed out in the air, and the long knife slashed the tip of the gun, and his eyes suddenly showed a frightened look, and the long knife in his hand that was refined with refined steel broke from it.

"Poof!" The tip of the spear had already pierced into his chest, and his body couldn't help but fly backwards, nailed to a green bamboo by the tip of the spear, and there was still a glimmer of light in his mind, and only the horror of his former companion was in his eyes, and the next moment he was already in boundless darkness, without even a trace of emotion.

The originally quiet mountain village became extremely noisy at this moment, not the noise of everyone coming and going in Lin'an City, but boundless horror.

There was an unusual scene here, a soldier and a guard were fleeing in terror, and the chase was just a person, a white-robed son, but it was no longer a white robe, a bloody robe, a white robe stained red by the blood of others, and the original color could no longer be seen.

Zhao Zhijing, who walked out step by step, the bloody clothes on his body were not yet dripping with blood on the ground, and the smell of blood permeated the entire mountain village at this moment, and then looked at the originally green bamboo forest, at this moment there were pieces of bright red dyeing, which were the armor soldiers and catchers who fell to the ground one by one, and the blood that flowed out was dyed red.

If there is no one to deal with it, it will definitely bloom here in a few years, bright flowers, flowers that grow on corpses and feed them with flesh and blood. (To be continued.) )