The breath flows, and the breeze blows. Ripples rippled among the four of them, raising a few fallen leaves and a little dust on the ground. Fallen leaves and fine dust are constantly fluttering in the air, hazy as if Zhao Zhijing and the three of them are no longer in the same world at this time, and the hazy night is the separation of the two worlds, which seems to be extremely close and extremely far away, which can be described as a line of separation, which is the difference between heaven and earth.

Cold-blooded, the blood-colored light in the wolf's pupils stared straight at Zhao Zhijing, who was fluttering in white at this time, the bright red blood stains at the corners of his mouth did not make him look weak, and added a hint of wolf-like ruthlessness, the four-foot soft sword that was originally shining with cold light had changed its appearance at this time, and there was a blood-colored light swaying on it.

The body is like an iron tower, the iron hands dressed in black stand beside the sound of cold blood, the sleeves on the arms have turned into smoke and dust and dissipated in the air, and the clenched fists are like two huge copper hammers, and the burning red flames seem to be constantly tempering these copper hammers all the time, making them stronger. The bloodshot at the corner of his mouth made him look a little more fierce.

The clothes are fluttering, the energy is constantly flowing, the pursuit of life at this time is still a smile, the look in the pupils in the eyes is still so sincere, if ordinary people see the look in his eyes, there will always be some unnatural in his heart, as if reflecting the darkness in the hearts of others.

A pair of slender legs already had wisps of cyan light flickering incessantly, like a breeze blowing the earth, and at this time he was the elegant guest standing in the wind.

At this time, Zhao Zhijing didn't have any abnormalities, but under the moonlight, he revealed a cool feeling all over his body, as if the moonlight in the sky was like him. There is no gushing sword energy, no sword intent to slaughter heaven and earth, and no body like a dragon elephant, subduing the majesty of the Buddhas, just a breeze like a breeze and a tranquility like moonlight.

The breeze blew, sending a touch of coolness to the tension of the night, and the flying fallen leaves and fine dust fell gently to the ground at this moment. The four of them returned to the same world at this time, and the curtain that rested on the two worlds was shattered at this time.

When the bright moon was in the sky, a loud wolf howl came into his ears, and a wolf with a scar in the corner of his eye came into view.

His thoughts converged, and the cold-blooded man in sackcloth had already taken out his sword, and the four-foot-long soft sword became straight at this time, and the smell of blood kept emanating from the long sword, and the wolf's head was towering, as if it would stab the enemy's throat in the next moment.

Zhao Zhijing, who had an indifferent face, showed a smile at the corner of his mouth slightly curled, and at this moment this dark world became bright and dazzling. raised his arm slightly, stretching out the two slender fingers that shone with wisps of light, like warm jade.

With a slight clamp, he sandwiched the blood-colored long sword that wafted from time to time with the smell of blood between his two fingers, and the slender two fingers were like an iron tong, clamping the terrifying long sword hard.

The cold-blooded face showed a trace of surprise, and the arm holding the long sword shook heavily, and the long sword let out a long groan, but the slender two fingers did not tremble at all, and it was about to tremble, and the sword of the long chant was forced to stop, so that it could not be turbulent.

Dressed in black, the iron hands of the iron tower were wide at this time, and there was a fierce brilliance in his eyes. The huge figure did not look clumsy at all, and the figure was about to come to Zhao Zhijing's body in a flash, and smashed it out with a punch.

I don't know how to describe this punch, whether it was the stars in the sky falling, or a huge copper hammer in the hands of the giant spirit god of the Heavenly Palace, it seemed that this void was trembling, and the night would be shattered at this moment.

The iron fist attacked, the slender two fingers still clamped the long sword, if Zhao Zhijing did not make the slightest movement, the next moment he would be hit by a copper hammer, it would be immortal and seriously injured, and Zhao Zhijing would not have the opportunity to make a move here.

I saw that Zhao Zhijing in the night did not have the slightest panic, the smile on his face was still not there, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be explaining his happiness at the moment. Between the lightning and flint, I saw its slender fingers bent slightly, gently flicking on the long sword that swayed with blood-colored brilliance.

"Jingle!" there was a crisp sound, and the sword trembled. Like a wave of water constantly bending and changing, the cold-blooded person holding the sword suddenly felt a huge force attacking from the long sword, the arm holding the long sword stabbed slightly, the clenched tiger's mouth was torn at this moment, and a drop of bright red blood dripped from the crack, and Mai couldn't help but retreat with him.

Zhao Zhijing, who was standing in it, had the other hand that was originally hanging down his shoulder, and he quickly raised it at this time, as if he was stepping through space. Make a fist, bend your elbow, and punch out. These movements were completed in an instant, and the jade-colored fist had already been struck, and suddenly the wind and thunder were stirring, and the qi was blowing, and the two fists had already collided in the night.

The tower-like figure couldn't help but tremble slightly at this moment, and the stinging pain in his arm made his resolute face twitch. At this moment, Zhao Zhijing's clenched fist turned into a claw, and his energy flowed like the scale and claw of a giant dragon, as if it was about to tear the person in front of him apart.

In the night, Zhao Zhijing held the iron fist of the iron hand in one hand, and the real air turned, and he pulled the iron hand up, and threw the tower-like man out of the Zhang Xu with a flick of the situation.

At this moment, the figure in the air chasing the life of the rotating body is like a drill to tear the world apart, the blue light flashes, the breeze has turned into a violent wind, and the slender legs, driving the air flow in the air, have approached Zhao Zhijing's back.

Zhao Zhijing instantly lifted his breath, and his figure was like a white peng jumping up from the ground and kicking out. Waves of air suddenly rolled in the air, and blue light and luminescence shone brightly. One person in white clothes, one person in a green robe, at this moment, as if getting rid of the gravitational pull of the center of the earth, legs in the air one after another, the legs intersected, the rumbling sound was endless, and the air waves were stirring in the air, causing a trace of ripples.

The dust and fallen leaves of the ground fluttered here, and at this moment it was like a strong wind swept by, flying sand and rocks, and the night became hazy. The fallen leaves were torn apart by the strength of the qi in the flying, turned into powder, and dissipated into the air, disappearing without a trace.

The two figures in the air also fell with the wind, like two heavenly pillars, standing in the alley, and the bluestone that had been torn was under their feet at this time, turning into tiny stone grains.

The gushing qi was like a mill with great power, crushing everything that stood in front of him, and the wall of the alley beside him collapsed at this moment, setting off a wave of dust, which spread like smoke and mist.