Inky clouds squeezed the sky, obscuring the scarlet eyes just now, as if they were about to fall, so depressed that the whole world seemed to be silent. The indifferent wind of the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info shuttled violently, leaving the exclamations of Wei Qiang and the others behind.

There was no rain outside, but the pain in Elder Wu's chest had flooded, and he was clamoring for relief. Elder Wu clenched his fists and looked up at the sky, the gray color stretching to the other end of the valley, like a beating heart in his chest was gradually stopping.

A pair of mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings!

"Hahahaha!", "Hahahaha!" Megumi Yanagishita's arrogant laughter echoed in the empty valley, and it seemed so harsh.

Looking at Lin Qu, who was groveling in front of him, and Wei Qiang, who had lost confidence in resisting because of this incident, Liu Xia Hui showed a smug look on his face.

"Lin Qu, right? Very good, I am very optimistic about you, and I accept your surrender. ”

After hearing Liu Xiahui's affirmative answer, the big stone that was worried in Lin Qu's heart finally fell to the ground, and his originally flattering face couldn't hide his ecstatic expression, and regardless of the blood on the stump on the ground, he knelt down and shouted loudly: "Thank you for the great kindness of the Lord of the Gate, great kindness of the Lord of the Thank You Gate, the villain will definitely do his best for the Silver Ring Gate in the future, and he will die." ”

Hearing Lin Qu's loyal appearance, a trace of disdain drifted in Yanagishita's eyes, he knew that for a person like Lin Qu, showing loyalty was as simple as taking off his pants and farting, if the situation changed and he was surrounded by himself, Lin Qu would definitely do the same thing.

But people who are greedy for life and afraid of death also have benefits, and they can be firmly controlled in their hands, Lin Qu, as an outstanding disciple of the Four Elephants Sect, has a good status in the Four Elephants Sect, and now he has seized his handle, if he is allowed to be placed in the Four Elephants Sect as an internal candidate, it may have an effect in the future, as for the others? Liu Xia Hui's eyes turned on the sad and desperate faces of everyone, and he paused on the expressionless Zhao Ping's face, except for this person...... As for the others, a cold light flashed in Yanagishita's eyes.

"Dead".

"Just tie your hands and catch it, maybe there will be a way out. Facing the enemies around them, who were dozens of times larger than themselves, Wei Qiang and the others showed bitter looks, and then put down their weapons one by one as if they were resigned to their fate, looking like they were being slaughtered.

"Tie them up. ”

The eagle-nosed harrier-eyed subordinate held a thick rope in his hand, walked to Zhao Ping with a fierce smile on the corner of his mouth, and wanted to put the rope in his hand on Zhao Ping's body, but his hands just stretched out, but he suddenly found himself farther and farther away from Zhao Ping in front of him, and the surrounding scenery retreated like a rewind, and then his chest was like a heavy stone beating, and a mouthful of blood rushed out of his mouth, and he rolled on the ground twice and then did not move.

Wei Qiang looked at Zhao Ping with a shocked face, you must know that it was the elite disciple of Yinhuanmen who was knocked out by Zhao Ping's punch, and Wei Qiang, who saw his shot, knew very well how strong his strength was, but now he was not the enemy of Zhao Ping, who had always been known as "Zhao Waste".

Liu Xia Hui didn't show a surprised look on his face when he saw Zhao Ping's move, but his face was frosty, and he said coldly: "I thought that if you were caught, I could still consider talking to you well, but I didn't expect you to be so ignorant of current affairs, and now it seems that you don't want to suffer a little, you don't know how many eyes Lord Ma has." ”

"Give me a good look at him, just remember to spare my life. ”

The disciples of the Silver Ring Gate, who had received orders from Hui Yanagishita, quickly rushed towards Zhao Ping, who was standing calmly in the crowd.

Don't look at Zhao Ping standing calmly in the middle, in fact, the nerves in his brain are tighter than the cow tendons on the slingcotton bow, and the strength is all over the body. Although he is very confident in his own strength, the movements of the people around him are so slow in Zhao Ping's eyes, but the lion fights the rabbit with all his strength. Zhao Ping didn't want to overturn the boat in the gutter because of his carelessness.

The person at the front had already rushed to Zhao Ping's side, the smell of blood on the sword in his hand was blowing on his face, and the corner of the disciple of the Silver Ring Gate showed a cruel smile on his mouth, he could already imagine the situation where the sword in his hand was inserted into Zhao Ping's body and blood was overflowing.

The sword in his hand did not pierce the tightness of the flesh, and suddenly stopped in mid-air and could not move, and when he looked at it, this person's face suddenly showed a shocked expression. Zhao Ping's two fingers tightly clamped the sword that had stabbed past, and the tip of the sword was only a short inch away from his body. The two slender fingers were like a towering mountain, blocking the way forward.

As simple as breaking a chopstick, the three-foot Qingfeng, who was pinched between Zhao Ping's fingers, made a crisp sound, and instantly turned into two halves.

Zhao Ping held the tip of the sword between his fingers, his fingers were slightly curved, and the tip of the sword between his fingers flew towards the figure in front of him like an arrow off the string, and the disciples of the Silver Ring Gate saw a sharp silver light flashing, and then they felt itchy between their necks, and couldn't help but touch it with their hands, and the hand was smooth and warm, and the blood-colored jade beads that were broken drippedly along the throat turned into a gorgeous blood-red flower.

The disciple of the Silver Ring Gate looked at Zhao Ping with an expression of disbelief and despair, and opened his mouth wide to say something, but he only whimpered twice and fell to the ground, dusty.

The fall of a person in front did not stop the pace behind, and several weapons followed, and Zhao Ping fell into a heavy encirclement in an instant.

Looking at the weapons flying around him, Zhao Ping's face did not show a trace of panic, his feet shook slightly, and the figure of the whole person suddenly seemed ethereal and illusory, and all the attacks fell to the ground, splashing dirt and flying.

Zhao Ping quickly shuttled through the crowd, throwing a punch or a claw at the person in front of him like lightning, and the screams suddenly rang out one after another.

A touch of red fell quietly from mid-air, and red lotus bloomed on the ground.

The twilight was dim, and the remnant sun was like blood, shining on Zhao Ping's body like a dream. Yanashita Hui looked angrily at Zhao Ping, who was killing in the crowd, and was very angry, although he knew that Zhao Ping had some skills, but he didn't expect that so many people couldn't do anything about him, and none of them were Zhao Ping's enemies.

Yanagishita Hui let out a long roar in an instant, and rushed towards Zhao Ping like lightning. Zhao Ping saw Yanagi Hui attacking him, but he didn't fight with him, but he just used his strength under his feet and kept killing the disciples of the Silver Ring Gate. Yanagishita Hui was anxious in his eyes and wanted to stop Zhao Ping's actions, but Yanashita Hui's speed couldn't catch up with Zhao Ping at all, and he could only eat dust behind Zhao Ping.

"Zhao Ping, you coward, don't run away, stop and fight with me, what kind of ability is it to bully other people. Yanagishita Megumi saw that there was no way to take Zhao Ping, so he could only shout angrily, wanting to ridicule Zhao Ping with his words and make Zhao Ping stop.

Zhao Ping didn't pay attention to Yanagi Hui at all, but kept killing the rest of the people who were standing, the blood all over the ground stained the entire canyon red, and the stumps and broken arms were wailing all over the ground.

"Devil, devil" The Yinhuanmen disciple who was standing struggled to hide backwards, his teeth fighting with each other, his whole body trembling, as if the devil had grabbed one of his feet. The faces of all the disciples suddenly turned dead gray, like dead people.