(ps: Ahem, say something, I also know that everyone will be disgusted by asking for a monthly pass like this, but as I said before, the monthly ticket list is really important for a newcomer, and not every month someone will be willing to vote for me so many monthly tickets, so I also want to seize this opportunity to stay on the monthly ticket list for a month.) Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Well, I also understand that everyone's situation is different, but I hope that everyone can help Chang'an as much as possible within the scope of their ability, whether you see this book there, whether you are a genuine or pirated user, it doesn't matter, even if it's just a monthly pass, or even a word of encouragement, it can really give me motivation, please help me once, thank you again.

There is also the owner of this book standing in Zongheng, if you have the conditions, please come to Zongheng to vote for Chang'an.

In the end, today should be at least seven watches. ）

What a similar scene.

Just like the Northland that year, the figure of the man raising his knife and jumping up.

The same bright sword light, the same majestic posture, the same roar from the soul.

The three thousand figures coincided with the man's figure.

Su Changan's heart moved.

Isn't this the swordsman I want to be?

He thought of it like this, and finally stopped hesitating.

He let go of the distractions in his heart, and the knife in his hand was clenched by him at that time, and he followed the steps of the swordsmen, and his body jumped high.

The knife was raised above his head, a dazzling light lit up, and a lion-like roar came out of his mouth.

"It's a privilege to be with you. At that time, he said silently in his heart.

At that moment, the sky was full of swords.

It was so bright that it almost obscured all the light in the world.

Only the side faces of the swordsmen shone brightly, reflecting the colors of gods.

They came overwhelmingly, slashing straight at the heads of Tuoba Yuanwu and the others, and almost blocked their retreat.

Yes.

They were forcing Tuoba Yuanwu to make a move.

They want to use their cultivation under the stars to fight against the stars.

They want to break the rule that all ants under the star are dead.

Just like the swordsman in the snow back then.

This is the knife of the Chu family.

Once unsheathed.

Do not drink blood.

Never die.

Such a resolute momentum shook the three barbarian stars in the center of the swordsmen.

They never dreamed that one day, they would be forced into such a situation by a group of swordsmen who were not star-dead.

After glancing at each other, the three of them made a decision in their hearts.

After all, they are Star Deaths, even if they are surprised by the power that these swordsmen suddenly say, but as Star Deaths, they still have enough confidence in their own strength.

So the three of them shouted one after another.

The spiritual power around his body poured out like a tide, and the terrifying spiritual pressure within a radius of a hundred zhang rose, smashing straight into the bodies of these swordsmen like Mount Tai pressing the top.

Dozens of swordsmen with weak cultivation were pressed by this strong spirit, and their bodies were stunned, like kites with broken strings, they fell to the ground, and a reverse blood spit out, and they lost their vitality.

After all, a star is a star death.

Since ancient times, there have been ants under the stars, and this statement naturally has his truth.

And in many cases, just relying on the obsession in the heart can't make up for such a gap in strength.

But the faces of the swordsmen were still terrifyingly cold.

Whether it was the overwhelming spiritual pressure or the sound of their companions falling one after another, it could not shake the determination of the swordsmen's hearts.

Because the unsheathed knife can't be stopped.

It's the rule.

The rules of the Chu family are also the rules of the swordsmen in the world.

There are constantly swordsmen falling, and this one is the scene of never waking up.

But the faces of Tuoba Yuanwu and the three of them did not mean to relax at all.

They felt the determination of these swordsmen.

These swordsmen are going to kill them.

It is not temptation, nor obstruction.

They just wanted to kill them.

This made Tuoba Yuanwu and the three of them angry.

It's like you're a colossus, but a swarm of ants is holding a broken branch and trying to kill them.

This is simply an insult to them.

But soon this anger was subdued by them.

Because the knife of the swordsman who rushed to the front finally slashed at their bodies.

At that moment, because of the pressure of the three stars, by the time he came to them, there was actually not much strength left.

And when he touched the bodies of Tuoba Yuanwu and the others, Xing Xuan's protective spiritual power directly shook his body open, and he retreated violently, and finally collapsed to the ground, as if he was too dead to die anymore.

Therefore, this knife actually did not cause even the slightest damage to Tuoba Yuanwu and the others.

But.

Tuoba Yuanwu and the three of them noticed a subtlety, the swordsman had actually been crushed by their spirit when his sword came to them, in other words, he was actually dead.

But his sword fell on them anyway.

It was an obsession, carrying his body and sword, to Tuoba Yuanwu's body.

Even if it's just a dragonfly in the water, but he's going to kill them.

Neither spiritual pressure nor death can stop this obsession.

How horrible is this?

When you know that a person will kill them at the cost of his life, even if he dies. It felt like being naked in the snow of the Northlands, the chill rising from the soles of his feet, crawling over his ankles and knees, through his waist and chest, and reaching his every pore.

What's more, there is not only one person with such an obsession, but a whole number of three thousand.

Fear finally climbed into the hearts of Tuoba Yuanwu and the three of them at that time.

And the knives of the swordsmen also fell on them at this time, regardless of the front and back.

The strength of their swords was actually not surprising compared to them as star-dead.

But what is amazing is that those swordsmen seem to have some magical power, and the strength of the knife body cannot break through their protective spiritual power, but if there is a real killing intent and obsession, it can pass through the sword body, through the spiritual power of their protective body and reach their hearts.

This man's obsession may not be surprising.

But as the swordsmen killed one after another, the accumulated killing intent became more and more. So much so that dense cold sweat began to appear on the foreheads of Tuoba Yuanwu and the others.

The swordsmen's bodies were constantly repelled by the spiritual power of the protective body, and then they fell to the ground, forever lifeless.

But after them, there were swordsmen who followed them.

Slashed down, and then went to death brazenly.

The bodies of Tuoba Yuanwu and the three of them began to shake under such a dense attack, and the cold sweat on their foreheads piled up more and more, and their faces gradually turned pale.

Finally, the body of the last swordsman flew out.

The protective spiritual power supported by the three of Tuoba Yuanwu seemed to have finally reached a certain critical point, and a crisp sound of glass suddenly sounded on the quiet battlefield.

The spiritual power barrier suddenly turned into points of light and dispersed in the night.

Tuoba Yuanwu's body staggered, obviously his mind was not affected a lot.

And just when they secretly thought that they had escaped.

A figure suddenly appeared above their heads.

It was a teenager, with his knife.

The blade of his sword was so bright, like the dawn before dawn, so dazzling that it was almost impossible to look at it directly.

His eyes were wrapped in tears, and he almost burst out of his eyes, but he forcibly endured them.

His mouth opened at that moment, and a hoarse, high-pitched voice rang out.

He shouted.

"Jiangdong Chu family guest, the knife will not be returned!"

With a crying voice, but wrapped in boundless murderous intentions.