Killer, a headache name. If you are not afraid of thieves, you are afraid of thieves, and so are killers.

Once you are targeted by the killer, you will not die. When you meet a killer, either you kill him or he kills you.

"How did you find out that the groom was a killer?" Zhang Ziyu was very curious, at least he didn't see any flaws, and he really thought that this coarse-clothed man was a pawn of a peddler. Just by the smoke and poison powder at the moment of the shot, it can be seen that he is extremely ruthless, and he is determined to kill Zhang Ziyu and others in one step, and take away the famous sword.

Fortunately, Wudie was extremely vigilant, and at the moment when the killer made a move, she asked Zhang Ziyu to stop it in time. If you are careless, you will die.

"If it were a groom, he wouldn't have been slapped off by sticking a little horse hair, and his eyes were wandering, revealing an eerie murderous aura. Dancing Butterfly explained the reason, in contrast, Zhang Ziyu did not feel ashamed, to practice such insight as Dancing Butterfly, it is not possible to do it overnight. Only in the future, after thousands of experiences, will I be able to practice such a sixth sense.

The black tiger stepped forward, grabbed the reins of one of the sweaty horses, patted the horse's head, and said with a smile: "I still have 11,999 taels of silver, and it takes no effort to get it......

Before the words fell, Dancing Butterfly frowned tightly and exclaimed, "Be careful!"

"Boom!"

With a dull loud noise, the horse led by the black tiger suddenly exploded, and in the blink of an eye, the air was scattered with flesh and blood. The black tiger rolled around, but was still ejected out of the way, opened its mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, dumbfounded.

And Zhang Ziyu's famous sword was unsheathed, and the horizontal sword was on his chest, condensing his spiritual power, his eyes were blazing, and he was staring ahead.

"Leave the famous sword, Rao Er will not die!" a shrill man's voice shouted, only to see a flash in the air, as fast as the wind, and disappear in an instant. But it can be clearly seen that it is a series of figures, clear and blurred, blurred and clear.

"Who is the rat generation, what kind of hero is he who hides his head and shows his tail!" Zhang Ziyu shouted angrily, the sword was rolled, and the sword shadow was like ten thousand willows dotted on the surface of the lake, and the endless sword lan was conjured, and suddenly the surrounding sword lan barrier was condensed, and the hands changed into tricks, and the sword qi was soaring.

"Good swordsmanship! worthy of a famous sword!" The figure fluttered in front of him like a shuttle, trying to see his face clearly, but he couldn't see it at all, but the shrill voice lingered in his ears.

“...... The sword qi is extinguished, with the gathering of sword spirits, heaven and earth as the way, and the law is one......" Zhang Ziyu only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and the sword qi of the shadow sword was infinite, and in the dantian, the aura surged, passing through the eight veins of the strange meridians around the body, flowing out of the palm and pouring into the blade.

All of a sudden, the light of the sword blade shone brightly, turning into thousands of sword flowers, and the rain "fluttered" the sword through the air, and the sword was extremely powerful.

"Hmph!" a cold snort came out of the air, and the shadows flickered incessantly, like a gust of wind, swaying in the air. Let the sword shadow shuttle, but it can't trap it.

The sound of "bang bang ......bang" collision is endless, and the incomparably flowing atmosphere is filled in front of you. When Zhang Ziyu was fighting with the mysterious man, those sweaty and bloody horses raised their front hooves, hissed a few times, spread their four hooves, and flew away.

"Black Tiger, grab the horses!" Zhang Ziyu was anxious and shouted to the black tiger who was stunned.

"Uh!" the black tiger was stunned for a moment, rolled up, spread his legs, jumped forward, reached out and grabbed the reins, grabbed the three horses, and kicked on his tiptoes, holding the horses firmly.

However, this sweaty and bloody horse, what a powerful horse, once it is freed from the reins, it has become a wild horse, how can the black tiger be caught by brute force.

The black tiger gritted his teeth, grabbed the galloping horse, and was dragged forward with the gallop of the horse, rubbing a little bit under his feet.

However, since it was Zhang Ziyu's order, the black tiger would definitely not give up lightly, gritted his teeth, kicked his feet, even if the reins strangled his palms blood-red, he would not let go.

The dancing butterfly frowned slightly, raised her hand and shook it, and Fu Xiqin rolled out, and under the sky, the green jade fingers were on the strings, "Ding Dong...... Ding Dong ......" The melodious sound of the piano sounded.

Although there is no spiritual power to pluck the strings, after all, Fuxiqin is an ancient divine soldier, and the music played can always have some deterrent power.

Especially those galloping horses, hearing the sound of the piano, the galloping hooves simply stopped alive, stopped galloping, and shook the horse's tail, "Boom...... The girl ...... and gnawed on the fat grass on the ground.

The black tiger was startled, and couldn't help but give a thumbs up to the dancing butterfly, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

And Zhang Ziyu was holding a famous sword, flying up and down, with a green shirt fluttering, and the sword shadow was swaying, and the figure that was flying like lightning kept fighting.

The speed of this figure is really rare, and it is indeed not easy to be able to tie with Zhang Ziyu, who is a Gangding level cultivator.

However, Zhang Ziyu will not stop there, the swordsmanship is becoming more and more exquisite, the spiritual power is getting thicker and thicker, and the aura gushing out of the dantian is like a flowing mountain and river, sometimes rolling waves, sometimes rippling ripples, but the figure has no chance to breathe.

"Stinky boy, who are you?" The figure was a little anxious, and unconsciously asked about Zhang Ziyu's identity.

Zhang Ziyu sneered and said unceremoniously: "I am your ancestor......! Lao Tzu will not have such unscrupulous descendants, look at the sword!"

The sword flew out of the air, and the sword gathered spiritual power, like an elf, shaking in the air, extremely sharp.

The ever-changing swordsmanship, that is by no means an ordinary sword, if it is a sword, it is not entirely. Because only the shadow is shining, or it is not a sword, but the sound of "brushing" is endless.

The figure seemed to be in distress and wanted to retreat, but it was blocked everywhere by the sword in Zhang Ziyu's hand, and he couldn't escape. In desperation, the figure fell headlong to the ground, intending to flee.

Zhang Ziyu wiped a trace of murderous aura in his eyes, and as soon as the door opened, the figure escaped from the ground, who knows, the figure just sank under the soft ground, he stepped forward, raised his sword in his hand, and stabbed down with a sword, a sharp sword, a strong cyclone.

With a sinking wrist and a flick of the tip of the sword, he picked up the fleeing figure from the ground and threw it on the ground.

I saw that the red blood was gurgling out of his forehead, and the bright sword was slowly pulled out from the center of his eyebrows, and the man was short and dwarf, no wonder he jumped up and down so fast. Because his figure was thin and moved very quickly.

It shows that this killer has taken advantage of his unique physical advantages, and has practiced incomparably excellent light skills, so he can be unscrupulous.

The sound of the piano in the hand of the dancing butterfly came to an abrupt end, and Qianying stood beside Zhang Ziyu, her beautiful eyes sank, and she groaned: "Earth Dragon? I didn't expect that the opponent would even send a master like Earth Dragon to hunt us down." It can be seen that the enemy we are dealing with is by no means an ordinary person. ”

"Earth Dragon, hehe, his subordinates are defeated, and now they have become ground worms, no, to be exact, they are a dead worm that does not become a climate!" Zhang Ziyu said sneeringly, glancing at the "Earth Dragon" lying in a pool of blood on the ground, and he had already returned to the west.