These Dongying people thought well, according to their ideas alone, the divine soldiers would indeed fall into their hands, but how could Zhang Shu and the three of them on the side do what they wanted. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When those people turned into gold and iron went to stop Song Meiling, Zhang Shu and Tian Hanxian moved almost at the same time.

"Your opponent is us!"

For both the country and the individual, Zhang Shutian and Hanxian let out a loud shout at the same time.

Tian Hanxian took the lead, and two streamers, one black and one white, shot out of his hand, and in an instant, two of the people who were in front of several people fell.

The two bloody chess pieces passed through the hardest skull of the human body and were imprinted on the iron roof of the train.

Those Dongying people who were blocking in front of Zhang Shutian and Hanxian didn't have time to be stunned, and in their ears, they heard a soft groan. That's the sound of the wind, that's the sound of life running, and it's the sound of swords.

The sound of the sword roared softly, and I don't know when, Zhang Shu, who was beside Tian Hanxian, disappeared as if it had disappeared with the weather.

Those Dongying people reacted quickly, and subconsciously stabbed in front of them. It's a pity that the sword has left a sound, the sword has left a trace, and the sound is a slight sound that cuts through the muscles and muscles, and it is also a sword sound that is dripping after drinking blood.

People don't stop swords, even if those Dongying people already know where Zhang Shu is, but their bodies can't keep up with their thinking. desperately wanted to move, but not as fast as Zhang Shu's hands, heart, and sword.

In an instant, the remaining six people all covered their necks and were unwilling to fall.

At this time, the rest of the people reacted, looking at the center in shock, the figure standing proudly, and the sword in his hand.

The sword in Zhang Shu's hand, the blade is like a pool of spring water, clear and moving, the brilliance is endless, as if on it, it is living water, real water, the hilt of the sword is a little weird, like a mountain cliff, but there is a seven-star mark on it, but everything seems to be natural.

These Dongying people have coveted Shenzhou for a long time, but at a glance, they have already recognized the origin of the sword in Zhang Shu's hand.

"Good, good, good, good seven-star spirit sword, hidden in the seven-star spirit stream, half of the people come to the sky and half of the sky. ”

This seven-star spirit sword is not famous among the many divine weapons in Shenzhou. But there is one thing that is incomparable to other divine soldiers.

The Seven-Star Spirit Sword has a quality, which is between an earth god soldier and an ordinary blade. The reason why it is so strange has to be said about the origin of the Seven Star Spirit Sword.

The person who forged the Seven Star Spirit Sword was either a master of casting, or an ordinary craftsman. The only thing that is not ordinary is that this craftsman is a craftsman in the army of Great Qin.

In that year, Daqin conquered Guijun with a large army, and the blades were lost a lot, so he chose a place where the mountains and rivers were beautiful where Guicheng, the capital of Gui County, was located, and began to cast blades. And the Seven Star Spirit Sword is the first sword here.

This sword is made of ordinary materials, there is no time of day, and the only thing it has is the favorable location of mountains and rivers.

At the foot of the Seven Star Cliff, on the bank of the Spirit Sword Creek, an unformed divine weapon had already been bred, because of the fire of the casting blade, this unformed divine soldier was automatically put into the first sword cast.

In this way, the Seven Star Spirit Sword was created by a mediocre craftsman under such circumstances.

The deep spiritual power of the Seven Star Cliff Spirit Sword Creek is a little congenital, but the Seven Star Spirit Sword exists in a strange way, not a divine soldier, but from the root, it is not inferior to a divine soldier.

And such a special existence, there are also many people who covet it. Their Zhang family has kept this sword for all these years, and it is also because they have not leaked the news.

But the moment Zhang Shu took out his sword, these were exposed, and everything was above board.

Zhang Shu, who had been prepared for a long time, looked at those Dongying people calmly, as if they were already dead.

Indeed, these Dongying people must be killed, in addition to stopping their actions, another reason is that Zhang Shu wants to kill people.

With such a divine weapon, he naturally must also have the corresponding strength, so that it is enough to dispel the covetousness of most people, as for the rest, ask him if the sword in his hand is sharp?

With such a mind, the remaining Dongying people are all targets that must be killed.

Needless to say, the long sword in his hand shook, and the blood beads on the sword slipped down, and when the blood beads fell, they splashed with red flowers, and at the same time, Zhang Shu's figure once again disappeared with the weather.

Those Dongying people had stopped and were on guard. At this time, they were no longer allowed to take the Yan Wu knife.

Under the nervous looks of these Dongying people, the clenched knives could not let them settle down. They knew that a few people were doomed to death the moment Zhang Shu made his move.

But no matter that person, they don't want to be such a sacrifice, as a living for others, or a stepping stone to meritorious deeds.

It is difficult to advance, it is difficult to retreat, these Dongying people seem to have become fat pigs to be slaughtered, in a dilemma, without their previous temperament.

However, despite these Dongying people, they still maintained a trace of calm and hope. In their opinion, as long as Zhang Shu swings his sword, there will be a flaw, and that is their opportunity. Therefore, these Dongying people have never lost their sense of proportion and are still looking for opportunities.

It's a pity that all this is just the imagination of the Dongying people.

Most of the martial arts of the Dongying people come from Shenzhou, coupled with the special thinking of the Dongying people, although they are a little more ruthless, but they are not pure and not the right way.

The sword can win for a while, but there are always limits to it.

Looking at Zhang Shu with the eyes of their own martial arts, they soon knew how wrong their experience was.

I don't know when, the sound of the sword continued, like a wave of waves, and like a small river, quietly flowing into their ears.

"Poof!"

There was a sound, and one person's throat was broken, and the blood with foam kept flowing down. However, as expected, Zhang Shu's figure did not appear.

The black clothes of these Dongying killers were suddenly soaked, and cold sweat couldn't help breaking out.

Before they could digest the news, the sound of "poof" appeared one after another, and their companions also fell down one after another, and the cause of death was the same.

At this time, these Dongying people were not only covered in cold sweat, but desperate. An opponent like Zhang Shu is not something they can defeat, and there is only one way to die.

The morale that was still small was suddenly collapsed, and immediately, some people wanted to turn around and run away. The fastest runner had already thrown the others away more than ten meters in the blink of an eye, but it was just a few feet away, and the man fell down with a smile on his face.

The wounds were the same, the throat was cut in half, and the blood from the arteries was sprayed out before it could be sprayed out because of the speed of the sword, and it poured into the lungs, and died in painful suffocation.

The tragic situation of this person could not arouse the desperate thoughts of the Dongying people who had been frightened, and they had nothing to do with Zhang Shu, the 'invisible' enemy.

But the others, as soon as they get to the place of the previous person, will become corpses, with the same wounds.