Volume 2 Wind and Cloud Convergence Qingzhou Chapter 45 There are people outside the people, and there are mountains outside the mountains

Not far away, two figures were entangled in waves, and they were fighting inseparably.

On the other side, the disciples of the martial arts hall were also not optimistic, staggering, their clothes were tattered, and there were countless scars of all sizes on their bodies.

Look at the gray mouse and Song Ruhai again, they resisted the fierce offensive around them, and fought their way out of the bloody road.

"Stinky boy, be careful!"

A cold light rose from the boy's back and went straight to his head.

Ignoring the pain on his body, the gray mouse strode forward, jumped forward, and threw the boy to the ground.

The blade slashed over the two of them, sending a chill through them.

Song Ruhai dodged and separated the crowd on both sides. The knife turned around and stabbed in the direction of the young man, plunging straight into the chest of the black-clothed figure.

"Brother Song, this ......"

The young man's eyes widened, and he felt that his breathing became more and more rapid.

"Shopkeeper, are you alright?"

A burst of blood came to his nose, and the young man's dull gaze gradually returned to his clarity,

Human life is like a mustard, and it is at its disposal.

The strong sense of visual impact is still subverting the inherent cognition of teenagers.

It wasn't the first time he had seen blood crash firsthand.

He even took the lives of others with his own hands.

Song Ruhai gently shook off the blood stains on the blade and said in a deep voice.

"Is it really worth taking these lives?"

"Life and death are at stake, and you can't care about human kindness. ”

"If you don't kill him, he will take your life as he did. ”

"Some people are born destined to be rich and rich. ”

"Some people are only worthy of being cannon fodder pawns and at the mercy of others. ”

The boy couldn't think clearly, like a fish in his throat, and his chest was very tight.

"Everyone has his own aspirations. ”

"After this pass, Master Xian'er invites you to eat and drink. ”

The gray mouse turned around and grinned at the young man, the fangs in his mouth were red and terrifying, revealing a hint of murderous aura.

The black-clothed figures regrouped and strode towards the three young men.

"Stinky boy, cheer up!"

The two figures were bare-handed, and they collided wildly with only the true yuan aura, and everywhere they went, the boulders cracked, and the wood broke and the grass withered.

Immortal fights, nothing more than this.

After an instant, two groups of figures shouted and fought in one place, their blades touching each other, and the shouts shook the sky.

On the other side of the bluestone road, a more jaw-dropping scene is constantly being staged.

"There are people outside the people, and there are mountains outside the mountains. ”

Fang Yan calmly raised his palm, and a wave of qi swept out.

"Over the years, you've been the only one who has been able to move in and out of the illusion. ”

The hunchbacked old man, who looked strange, stood bent over, and a sharp beak grew under the bridge of his nose, like a strange bird, and his head was covered with frost and snow.

"In this way, is it inevitable that Your Excellency will succeed?"

The hunchbacked old man sneered, his sleeve robe shook, canceling out all the qi waves, and the yin and yang strange qi in his mouth spit out a sound.

"It's just a little trick to carve insects. ”

"Oh?"

The hunchbacked old man's smile suddenly froze, and he froze in place.

"Your Excellency is a little arrogant. ”

"You're no match for me. ”

The dialect spoke lightly, and his face was expressionless.

The hunchbacked old man folded his hands in front of his chest, his gaze sharp as a sword, as if he wanted to penetrate the dialect body.

"The last man who fell under the sword said the same thing as you. ”

Fang Yan smiled faintly, his palm pressed against the hilt of the sword, and his gaze

It's a lot of fun.

The hunchbacked old man narrowed his eyes, and his two dry palms with cracked skin stretched out in front of his eyes and shook them a few times, and suddenly several blood-colored lines slowly appeared.