Zhao Zhijing, who kept moving forward, took away fresh lives one by one, bloody clothes were flying, and the smell of blood was constantly emanating. The long black hair was already drenched with blood at this time, and drops of bright red blood continued to drip down, and in those unusually bright eyes, there were already wisps of blood at this time, like a pair of demon pupils from hell, and the long sword in his hand had turned into a scythe in the hands of the god of death.

"Ahh

The long sword pointing obliquely at the ground was still dripping with blood beads, splashing even smaller blood-colored beads, and he slowly stopped while walking, without the slightest concern for those armorers and catchers with frightened faces, slowly opened his mouth, and said with a hint of hoarse words: "Chasing you is here??????"

The two of them were speechless for a while, Zhao Zhijing showed a smile on his face, he didn't say anything, he slowly walked forward with the long sword in his hand, but in the face of the chasing eyes, Zhao Zhijing still saw that gentle sincerity.

At this moment, without a trace of words, he slowly stood in front of Zhao Zhijing, blocked Zhao Zhijing, and slowly said: "Brother Zhao, you have already killed so many people, you should be able to! These people are just acting on orders, they are innocent, why should you do this!"

The smile on his face slowly converged, and the long sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand slowly trembled, causing a sharp long roar, like a long sword that broke the sky and rose into the sky. In the hoarseness, Zhao Zhijing slowly spoke: "Do you want to stop me too?"

There was a look of helplessness on the face of chasing life, he was a fast catcher, with this identity, he had the corresponding responsibility, if a person can't shoulder his own responsibility, is he still a real person?

But his friends are killing, but he has to go to stop it, everything in the world will not be satisfactory, and nine times out of ten, there is still a strong helplessness on his face, but he knows his duty, takes a small step forward, and stands firmly in front of Zhao Zhijing.

There are no words, but words that are better than everything, Zhao Zhijing, who is holding a sword, naturally knows the choice of chasing life, Zhao Zhijing has a trace of loss in his heart, although he has long known the choice of chasing life in his heart, but when he really made the choice to finish, there was inevitably a trace of loss in his heart, but Zhao Zhijing did not blame him, because they are friends, friends will not make friends difficult.

The long sword stood beside him, the slender sword body did not have a trace of blood at this time, it was still as bright as new, if it wasn't for the pool of blood on the ground, who would know how many lives were taken away by only a long sword without blood, and the bright red lives did not leave a trace on the sword body at all.

"Is there any wine?" Zhao Zhijing's hoarse words had a hint of bitterness and a hint of relief. "Yes!" Zhao Zhijing slowly took it, took a sip, and exclaimed: "Good wine! It's really good wine, but I don't know when I will be able to drink such good wine again!"

The wine in the jug has been drunk, this precious jug returned to the waist of the chaseman, the Purple Emperor Sword fell into Zhao Zhijing's hands, Zhao Zhijing flicked his fingers, and a sound of sword sound sounded, Zhao Zhijing seemed to say to himself: "Old friend, are you also excited?"

With a swing of the long sword, the sharp Purple Emperor Sword slowly cut through the robe, and a robe that could no longer see the original color was left, leaving only a trace of blood and fishy smell, which slowly fell from it.

Zhao Zhijing, who had a calm face, slowly raised the long sword in his hand, and said in a somewhat hoarse voice: "Mingjiao, Zhao Zhijing!"

"Shenhou Mansion, chasing life!" The wine pot was empty, and the bitter and helpless chasing life slowly spoke, the voice fell, the sword light flashed, Zhao Zhijing stabbed out with a sword, without the slightest hand, and the sword went straight to the throat of the chasing life, as if he wanted to slash the chasing life under the sword.

Chasing life is also worthy of the name of chasing life, one's life can only be chased by oneself, how can it fall into the hands of others, at this time, it is like a bird that breaks free from the barrier, and his figure has escaped from Zhao Zhijing's sword in a flash.

No matter how powerful the bird is, it is still the prey of the hunter, the long sword slashed, and the cyan robe on the chaser's body was slid out of a hole by Zhao Zhijing's sword, and a blood line appeared on his trouser leg, obviously his leg did not completely avoid Zhao Zhijing's sword, although it was not a fatal sword wound, but he could not retreat.

The figure flashed, the cyan voice of chasing the life, was already standing on a treetop, there was a tingling pain in the calf, a person known for his light skills, if his leg was injured, his skills naturally could not be fully exerted, looking at Zhao Zhijing, who was calm on the other side, with a straight long sword, and a trace of bitterness on his face, whether he could avoid the next sword is unknown, even if he dodges, what about the next sword, what about himself!

Zhao Zhijing did not pause, the true qi in his body was running rapidly, the sutra of the "Nine Yin True Scripture" was constantly circulating in his mind, and the body method of the extreme realm was immediately displayed, only to see Zhao Zhijing's figure shaking, the Dao phantom appeared, the nine shadows appeared out of thin air, and the nine identical Purple Emperor swords, from different angles, quickly stabbed out towards the pursuit of life, the air flowed, and the sword qi was agitated, at this time it was no longer a phantom, but a real long sword.

Chasing life was full of bitterness, and a trace of loss could not help but rise in his heart, Zhao Zhijing, who did not want to cut his robe and break his righteousness, was not affected at all, at this time he was like an enemy in his eyes, and he couldn't cause him a trace of emotion, some were just a sword, a deadly sword move.

Chasing life rose into the air, kicked out with one leg in the air, the slender leg shadow of the Dao Dao spread out from the air, the true qi surged up, rolled up the Dao wind and waves, and a roar continued to come out, Zhao Zhijing's spiral nine shadows were constantly dissipating, and the leg shadows kicked out by the chasing life were also constantly annihilating.

When the nine shadows dissipated, the long sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand was already approaching, and the tip of the sword that was close at hand revealed a cold feeling, and the hairs on his body stood up at this moment, and a stream of blood came to his nose, if it was an ordinary person, he might not help but faint.

The tip of the sword approached, and Chasing Life felt that everything in front of him had become slow, the wine in the wine jug was gone, and his proud wine spraying technique was no longer able to use it, but at this moment, a ray of light appeared in the eyes of Chasing Life, and he only saw him inhale, and suddenly his abdomen was like a pregnant pregnant woman bulging, and he slowly opened his mouth and blew.

An air sword erupted from his mouth, tearing the air curtain, like an immortal spitting out a flying sword, coming quickly, the air sword was in the air, unforgiving, powerful, unstoppable. (To be continued.) )