Zhang Wenxiao smiled, curled the corners of his mouth, smiled, laughed, the tip of the sword was only an inch away from Zhou Cong, he knew that he had won, won beautifully, won heartily, if it weren't for the incomplete pentatonic sound, he was afraid of making people laugh, he even wanted to sing loudly, but he was already singing in his heart. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The sword was getting closer and closer, but Zhou Cong had just stood up, an inch away! The pain in his neck was already like a pinprick, and his muscles were trembling involuntarily, so he had to gather the surging and violent domineering in his body at one point, and suddenly his neck was like a golden mirror, golden light! At the same time, a punch was swung violently, domineering and arrogant, arrogant and arrogant in the world.

For Zhang Wenxiao, if Zhou Cong's punch is hidden, Zhou Cong will definitely die, and he would rather suffer this punch alive than kill Zhou Cong.

For Zhou Cong, maybe it will be the end, maybe his fist has not arrived, and the thin sword has already penetrated his body, what can he do if he is not reconciled? Zhou Cong is domineering and fierce, but the thin sword seems to always be found, the gap that the domineering can't protect, the sword is as thin as a cicada's wings, a gap is enough, Zhou Cong is unavoidable.

The snowflakes are still flying, and the cold wind is still blowing.

But the flying snowflakes were always crushed by the invisible sword qi at a foot of the thin sword!

Zhou Cong smiled, not laughing at anyone, but just laughing at himself! He felt that if his blood was splashed on the snow-white snow, it would definitely be more beautiful and romantic than the plum blossoms in the snow. Don't all women like romance? He couldn't help but think of Liu Yiyi.

Liu Yiyi's cold is like the swaying willow branches in the autumn wind, and his own blood will also become the falling plum in this winter. Remembered all the people he loved and hated.

Suddenly, he felt that everything in the world was so nostalgic, and he wanted to take one last look at this prosperous world.

He smiled, this time he really smiled, because there was hope in his smile! He suddenly felt that he might not have to die, and who would want to die if he could live?

But hope, just hope, he felt it, the coldness of the sword blade, he felt it, his blood was flowing!

"No, I can't die!" Zhou Cong's surging domineering aura instantly converged towards his neck even more violently: "I'm going to delay a little time!"

"Big brother!" A loud roar, a white light, as fast as lightning, the sound of the wind in the flight, like thunder, a series of roars, as if like a sound.

The white light rushed and knocked the thin sword in Zhang Wenxiao's hand a few inches away, and the thin sword quickly pressed against Zhou Cong's neck, leaving a shallow golden trace on Zhou Cong's neck.

And Zhou Cong's fist smashed out was also a little weak because of all the domineering to protect his neck, Zhang Wenxiao sat on the ground, the most corner, there were slight red traces, and he looked at Zhou Cong unwillingly.

Beside Zhou Cong, a white tiger with a hanging forehead scanned everyone in the square fiercely.

Zhang Wenxiao, as soon as he slapped the ground with both hands, his body was about to fly up like a fallen leaf.

How could Zhou Cong give him a chance, the fist halberd fusion technique, with the power of the Deception Fist, and the arrogant aura of the Overlord War Halberd, Zhang Wenxiao's eyes, as if a golden armor giant suddenly appeared in the sky, waving a huge fist, rushing towards him.

The Zhang family in the square, their faces changed greatly, and they all wanted to pounce, but they only felt as if they were restricted by something, and they couldn't jump, only the second owner stood leisurely with his hands in his hands, and the invisible breath seemed to emanate from the second owner.

Everyone could only be secretly anxious, watching Zhou Cong, like a mountain fist, smash on Zhuang Zhiwenxiao's head.

"Boom!" there was a loud bang, and the brains burst, and the shocking red and white things, steaming, scattered on the snow-covered ground.

"Big brother!" suddenly shouted, only to see Erzhuang advocate Wenyuan, leap like lightning, pounce on the corpse of the eldest brother and cry!: "Big brother, you died so miserably! You left by yourself, but abandoned the whole clan, old and young? The eldest young master and the second young master were all killed, you can rest assured that your younger brother will choose a virtuous person to take over the position of the owner of your village!"

The cry shook the sky, and there was not a single tear. And blinked behind him from time to time.

"Please take the position of the second owner!" and avenge the owner!" everyone shouted together.

"We are not convinced!" The four people in Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter, who were seriously injured by Zhou Cong, shouted, frightened the shouts, and suddenly the huge square was silent, as if the needle had become a loud noise!

"It is said that the owner of the big village is immortal, and the second owner should be on the throne, but this is Zhangjiazhuang, since everyone is surnamed Zhang, the position of the owner of the village, it should be the virtuous person who lives there."

"Oh" Erzhuang advocated Wenyuan, squinted at the four people, and said with a smile: "With the four, it means that I am not virtuous?"

As soon as these words came out, Erzhuang advocated Wen Yuan's face was as cold as ice, and his breath on his body was steaming, like mist! Step by step, he walked towards the four of them.

Seeing that the second owner of the village was not good, the four of them couldn't help but feel that awe-inspiring arrogance suddenly became shorter, and muttered: "Then let's avenge the big owner first!"

"I will!" Er Zhuang advocated that Wen Yuan said lightly, but his hand was like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he had a bright dagger in his hand and stabbed towards one of the four people.

Zhou Cong only felt a flower in front of him, only to hear a poof!, spring, summer, autumn and winter all four of them covered their hearts, with a painful look on their faces, and a trickle of red trickled down their fingers!

Although the four of them stood up together and opposed the second owner together, they were in the four corners of the square, but Zhang Wenyuan was able to kill the four of them in an instant as if in a single voice, which shows that Zhang Wenyuan's cultivation is terrifying! Even if there are four logs standing around, it will not hit the same sword at the same time! Not to mention that this is still a person, four great living people who have cultivated well!

Zhou Cong saw it in his eyes, and couldn't help but shrink violently!: "What a ruthless method, such a fast short sword!"

Zhang Wenyuan hugged his fist towards Zhou Cong and said politely: "Zhou Gongzi wait a minute, when I finish dealing with family affairs, I will ask Zhou Gongzi for advice!"

Zhou Cong nodded, it was a promise, anyway, he couldn't leave, it was better to wait for Zhang Wenyuan to cut his wings, and then say!

"You can hurry up! I don't want to leave myself in any trouble!" Zhou Cong always remembered that the stronger the enemy, the calmer he became, he walked leisurely, paced to the Hu bed of the owner before his death, sat down on his back, and said to the four purple-clothed maids: "Four, how about making me a cup of tea?"

The four purple-clothed maids, there was no hatred on their faces, let alone joy, as if what was happening here, who died or who lived had nothing to do with them, although they were surprised by Zhou Cong's calmness on their faces, but still, Qi Qi said a blessing to Zhou Cong: "Son, wait a minute!"

Zhou Cong looked at it leisurely, and the performance of the second owner couldn't help but become more and more frightened the more he watched!