Chapter 37 The sword strikes

The sword is the king's army, with the king's breath, the sword punishes the demons, the demon is killed, and the sword is the son of the emperor, the sword emperor has righteousness, and the swordsmanship he cultivates is naturally superb. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Sword Emperor Justice, in order to protect his disciples, was blocked from the temple, this is an obsession in his heart that he can't let go, the soul does not need to eat, drink and Lazar, in the dark, in addition to paying attention to Zhao Haochen from time to time, Jianzi is practicing all the time and studying swordsmanship.

In his pupils, there was only unruly, looking at everything, killing, seeing gods and killing gods, and the perversity of encountering demons and demons, and the magnificent and sharp sword qi roared, and he did everything to bombard and kill towards the wriggling pool of blood.

"No!!" In the heart-rending roar, the huge sound of pain resounded through the sky, and the fine cracks on the blood pool spread all over the place, crackling, and it was obvious that the sound of the slow flow of plasma could be heard, slow and painful, and the huge bloody gas filled the earth, and the dark red soaked the vast earth, with a trace of shrinkage and desolation, like an ancient battlefield, leaving the wail of the heroic spirit.

The plasma flowed slowly, the sword stood still, his face was expressionless, his pupils exuded killing and anger, he turned around, and wanted to go away, although he was a killing god, he didn't want to kill more, just to rescue his father who was suppressed in the Soul Locking Temple.

"Let's go, you're too naïve!" Feiyan was shrouded in deep pain, her hair fluttering in the wind and snow, as if a demon god was coming, her dark pupils could not see any light, angry and painful, her petal-like delicate lips slanted upward, a hideous smile hung on her cold face, and nine throwing knives flashed coldly in his palm.

The Qiu Chang on his body was eroded by the dark red under his feet, exuding a crimson color, hideous and sultry, and countless knife marks made it look even more terrifying. Three fierce warriors rushed out of nowhere, blocking the way of the sword.

Turning around, staring at Feiyan, the two of them were relatively silent, their pupils filled with angry flames, and the whole world was shrouded in a vast silence, like the ghosts of hell looking at the eternal darkness, aggressive and threatening.

"You can't stop me!" didn't raise his eyelids, the cold saber pierced the hard and cold ground, sliding and sliding, the low sound was like the footsteps of death in the cold night, the trembling in the dead silence was more like the dark night, holding the long sword and walking to the sleeping farmer's house, the killing was about to begin......

"Kill!"

The icy and piercing voice was filled with resentment and resentment, and the grief rolling in the cold eyes, in a long roar, like a rushing angry dragon roaring out, stirring the wind and clouds, and the ruthless and awe-inspiring killing intent diffused all around.

A jade flute that exudes a ghostly light, a long knife that glows with a cold glow, and a bloodthirsty long whip ready to roar out at any time are in the hands of the three of them, and the hideous killing intent is like a rushing wild horse getting out of trouble and raging the field.

The frightening flood swept by, Dao Daosen's cold light, neatly fell on the waists of the three people, and the blood mouth of the deep visible bone continued to gush outward, and the whistling and insolent sudden wind was like a maggot on the tarsal bones, drilling towards the cracks in the bones, and the cold chill slowly squirmed, eroding their bodies.

The nine flying knives also roared, and in the dark red bloodthirsty light, there was a tyrannical aura, and a huge forest rushed to the face, and the fierce aura was like the evil evil that the demon had awakened.

The cold eyes could not see any color, and what was surging was impatience and displeasure, shaking his head, and walking forward, nine cold rays hit the back of the sword's neck, and the howling wind roared in the air, mercilessly whipping the back of his neck.

A thrilling killing intent raged, the long sword was horizontal, blocked at the back of the neck, all nine flying knives fell to the ground, the slamming sword aura was still awe-inspiring, Feiyan took a few steps back, and slammed into the cold and hard earth, the blood at the corner of his mouth was dripping, and quickly condensed into shining ice crystals in the air.

The cold light in Jianzi's eyes also retreated like a tide, Zhao Haochen's soul regained control of this body, glanced at the few people lying on the ground and moaning, the admiration in his heart was like the tide in the spring river, wave after wave, this is simply the rebirth of Bruce Lee in the 21st century, Jackie Chan in movies, and Stallone in Hollywood blockbusters.

In the roar of the sword qi, Sen Han lived up to the deterrence, with a little more desolation and coldness, and the sunlight spots that were transmitted were sprinkled on the ground, and the dark red was mixed with golden points of light, and the blood was hideous.

The uninhibited smile reappeared on his face, turned around unhurriedly, and walked to Feiyan's side with a wicked smile, his eyes were bright and sharp, and at the same time he showed a tenderness, the bridge of his nose was straight, his thick eyebrows were narrow and raised, and his young face lived up to the rebelliousness and coldness just now, like a sunny child, looking at the beautiful and moving Feiyan in front of him.

"You ......" Feiyan's puzzled pupils flashed a solemnity, this is completely killing gods, more like a trick, the face is changed diligently, and the flip book is far inferior, laughing, a cloud of white powder flew in the air, filling his nostrils, only to feel a misty mist in front of him, that is, drowsy and unconscious.

"That's right, the drug of the twenty-first century!" Zhao Haochen let out a hearty laugh, and his delicate eyebrows trembled, "Sample, let you see the high-tech of the twenty-first century again!" The hearty and happy laughter spread in all directions, and against the backdrop of a bright and sinister smile, a small lumpy object was placed at her collar, and if you didn't look closely, it would be nothing.

Clapping his hands and straightening up, the happy brilliance in his pupils suddenly disappeared, a layer of frost appeared on his lips, and cold fear surged out of his heart.

The huge earth under his feet was all soaked in dark red, swirling with a hideous and terrifying blood, and in the huge pool of blood, white skeletons were piled up into mountains, and the flesh and blood were still entwined on it.

The most disgusting and frightening thing is the crawling and wriggling white flesh worm.

The spindle-shaped flesh worm kept shrinking, the layers of bulging folds were undulating and wriggling, and the fat body swam between the skeletons, and the twisted tendons shuttled one worm after another from time to time, and the viscous slurry stained the white body.

The cold wind was bitter, whistling by, and a wriggling insect body suddenly contracted, and after a few convulsions, it turned into a push of white powder and floated in the air.

Retching, Zhao Haochen's eyes filled with tears, and he disappeared into the world diffused with white worm powder......