Lin Ruochong already had a smile on the corner of his mouth. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIn his opinion, this sword can never be missed. Even a character like Su Zhuo can't escape his fast sword, how can Xiao Qianjun, an old man like Xiao Qianjun, be able to escape?

However, what he didn't expect was that Xiao Qianjun's martial arts might not be as good as Su Zhuo's, but his vigilance was no worse than Su Zhuo's, and even much higher than Su Zhuo's. What others won't know is that when Xiao Qianjun was young, he lived with wolves for a few months in order to practice the wolf howling moon.

During these months, he turned himself into a wolf, and he had to be constantly wary of hungry wolves using him as food. The vigilance that has been cultivated with one's own life is unmatched by anyone!

Lin Ruochong's sword was still three feet away from Xiao Qianjun's vest. Xiao Qianjun had already turned around and slapped his palm.

Perhaps it was not a wise move to use the palm of flesh against Lin Ruochong's sword. But Xiao Qianjun's palm was just right, and the palm wind had already missed the long sword by a few points, and the palm broke through Lin Ruochong's defense and hit Lin Ruochong's shoulder directly.

Lin Ruochong suddenly felt a cold force spread through his shoulders and throughout his body. It's almost colder than the snow. His whole body had begun to tremble, and even the hand holding the sword was too cold to grasp the sword in his hand.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Ruochong had already fallen at Xiao Qianjun's feet, shrinking up. The long sword, which never missed, also fell lifeless beside him.

Before Su Zhuo could shout in surprise, he saw the gray-clothed man raise his long sword again. The person facing this time is naturally Lin Ruochong. Su Zhuo didn't think about it, and had already jumped out under his feet.

No one saw how Su Zhuo rushed forward, but he felt that there was a cold wind blowing in the flat ground, which made people's eyes hurt. When he looked at it again, Su Zhuo had already stretched out his fingers and flicked away the gray-clothed man's sword, knocking the man out with one palm.

Seeing this, Xiao Qianjun slashed over with a palm. He was so close to Su Zhuo that it was almost impossible for him to miss. Su Zhuo dealt with the gray-clothed man, and his moves were old, and it was difficult to dodge for a while, so he had to turn sideways and give way to the key point.

Xiao Qianjun landed on Su Zhuo's shoulder, and Su Zhuo also swung out a palm and slapped Xiao Qianjun's chest. Xiao Qianjun didn't dare to take it hard, so he had to jump back.

The true power in Su Zhuo's body flowed, and the yin energy of the Heavenly Wolf Howling Moon quickly disappeared into invisibility. He didn't stop at all, chased Xiao Qianjun up, and struck three or four moves in a row in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Qianjun was overwhelmed, retreating again and again, stumbling left and right. The man in gray rolled over and struck Su Zhuo from behind. Although his swordsmanship is not complicated, every move is the most effective killing method, and Su Zhuo does not dare to be careless. For a while, the three of them fought to a draw.

The protagonist here makes a move, and the others are naturally not far behind. Soldier against soldier, general against general, the two sides fought together, and the shouts shook the sky. Originally, there were only the corpses of Yelu Xiongcai on the ground, and Lin Ruochong, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, but soon a new body joined in.

At this time, Yu Niang and Zhou Qinglian could only hide on the sidelines, anxious for Su Zhuo. Yu Niang regretted very much, when she came out of the Dian Mountains, she didn't bring poisonous insects and poison, otherwise these people would still be a problem.

She couldn't help glaring at Zhou Qinglian, if it weren't for the fact that this old guy couldn't eat the ancients and refused to let her get poison again, he wouldn't be in such a hurry as he is now.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard a series of screams. It turned out that this time the people of the Heavenly Wolf Sect had changed their strategy and no longer attacked the formation of the Song army as before. This time, there were Khitan warriors who were attacking, and they swept aside. The Song army's martial arts are inferior, and they are overwhelmed. The blades in the hands of the Heavenly Wolf Sect can always bring the blood of the Song army.

Although the Liao army was not superior in numbers, it had the upper hand.

A miserable cry fell into Su Zhuo's ears. He was anxious for a while, and peeked at the situation on the field from time to time. But how can he be allowed to use two things?

Xiao Qianjun was experienced, and immediately saw that there was a advantage to take advantage of, so he hurriedly made a few moves, forcing Su Zhuo to hurry. The man in gray cooperated with him seamlessly, complementing each other, and suddenly pressed Su Zhuo to the disadvantage.

Suddenly, I heard a heart-rending shout. Su Zhuo's heart was shocked, and when he turned his head to look, he saw Guo Wei's left hand covering his right shoulder, and the blood in his hand couldn't stop gushing outward. And his right arm was already lying on the ground, still trembling slightly.

It turned out that Guo Wei was focused on commanding the battle, and a good hand from the Heavenly Wolf Sect approached quietly and cut off Guo Wei's right arm with a knife. Although Guo Wei clasped the man's face with his left hand for the first time, he forcibly crushed his head to pieces. But the pain of the broken arm still made Guo Wei, a strong man, shrink into a ball of pain.

Zhou Qinglian endured the arrow sores, jumped forward, and pulled Guo Wei away. Yu Niang rushed forward and hurriedly treated Guo Wei's injuries. Both of them are highly skilled doctors, and they stopped the bleeding in three or two strokes and dressed the wound medicine.

Seeing that Guo Wei's life was fine, Su Zhuo was slightly relieved, but when he turned around, he suddenly saw Xiao Qianjun smiling coldly. His heart trembled, and he secretly screamed that it was not good.

Xiao Qianjun printed a palm directly on Su Zhuo's chest. This palm uses ten percent of the internal force, and the power is incomparable. Su Zhuo's throat was sweet, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood, which was sprayed on Xiao Qianjun's face. He felt as if he had fallen apart, and his steps staggered backwards.

Suddenly, there was a chill behind him. Su Clumsy turned around, and the gray-clothed man came behind him at some point. I saw the gray-clothed man stabbing with his sword, and the sword was unhindered, and it went straight to Su Zhuo's heart.

The gray-clothed man's face was slightly stunned, and when he heard the sound of a sharp blade entering the flesh, he didn't seem to expect to be able to get it so easily. He didn't dare to exert all his strength, for fear that he would miss a blow and be fired back by Su Zhuo.

But even then, it was enough. The long sword is half a foot into the flesh, and his sword moves have always been straight to the point. No matter who it was, this sword was enough to kill him.

The man in gray drew his sword with his backhand, bringing out a trail of black blood. Su Shumu lowered his head and saw a cut in his chest, followed by black blood gushing out.

The black blood was spraying on the face of the surprised gray man and into his eyes. The gray-clothed man suddenly felt a sharp pain, threw away his sword, covered his eyes with both hands, and rolled on the ground screaming.

Xiao Qianjun was covered by a mouthful of blood spit out by Su Zhuo, and only listened to the disciple's screams, not knowing what happened. He hurriedly reached out to wipe the blood on his face, but the more he wiped it, the more sticky it became. At this moment, the wind was raging behind him.

Lin Ruochong jumped up, grabbed the sword on the ground, and stabbed Xiao Qianjun in the back of the heart. This sword entered in unison and came out of the body. Xiao Qianjun was in pain, waved his hands like a madman, and slapped his palms on Lin Ruochong's chest one after another.

only heard the click sound, and Lin Ruochong's sternum shattered. He fell to the ground in a daze, but looking at the blood on Xiao Qianjun's chest, there was actually a smile on his face.

Su Zhuo turned around blankly, as if he didn't understand what was going on. Lin Ruochong smiled at him and hissed, "Su Zhuo...... My sword is frosty...... You're taking it......"

Before he finished speaking, he spit out all his breath and lay on the ground, no longer breathing.

Su Zhuo listened to Lin Ruochong's words, as if he didn't realize it. There was only one thought left in his mind, and my heart was stabbed in the heart by the sword of Fang Cai.

But strangely, why didn't he feel the slightest pain? Is that what death feels like?

Su Zhuo's legs gradually softened, and the scene in front of him became blurred. Finally, he saw only a few vague figures running towards him. But what they shouted, they couldn't hear it anymore.

Su Zhuo felt unprecedented exhaustion, his eyes closed, and the boundless darkness suddenly enveloped him.