The remnant sun was like blood, Wu Ming's cold eyes represented the approach of death, he rushed towards Pan Dao, the knife dragged the ground, fast and violent, he was like a god of death ready to harvest life.

Pan Dao closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing, exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, and the hand holding the sword tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened. The moment his eyes opened, his momentum changed, and since there was death and no life, he would move forward bravely.

There was a crashing sound of swords in the air, clanging bells. Wu Ming jumped up and used his strength to slash with his knife, intending to kill him with one blow. Pan Dao raised his sword and exchanged it, but it was quickly swept away by the force. Wu Ming's strength was another oblique slash, Pan Dao's body turned sideways to dodge, and then took a step forward, stabbing forward with a long sword, and the target was in the chest and heart.

Wu Ming disdained, moved his half-step long knife and rose horizontally, attacking Pan Dao's sword-wielding right arm. The road ahead was sealed, Pan Dao toed a little to the ground, his body stepped back, the long sword flicked his wrist and flipped a semicircle, only to hear the swords strike again.

Wu Ming attacked fiercely, and the knife style was endless, but Pan Dao could only block the left and right branches, and gradually his strength became unstable, and he was slapped again by Wu Ming. Pan Dao took a few steps back, his sword plunged into the ground, supporting his body, and the blood in his mouth spurted out again.

The hand holding the sword couldn't stop trembling, his own strength began to be insufficient, and his eyes were staring at Wu Ming's every move, so that he would not be attacked by anyone, and strive for a trace of strength to recover. Wu Ming is also a little tired, the kung fu of the two is about the same, but he has more actual combat experience, and more importantly, he is in the prime of life and is strong and healthy.

Pan Dao's body was wounded by some knives, bleeding nonstop, and he couldn't fight hard, how to outwit him. Pan Dao didn't dare to relax at all, he looked at the scar man with even colder eyes, this person is definitely his current enemy, if he can't escape this time, then everything will be over.

Without internal qi, what is compared is force. If you are not strong, you can only outwit it, put it to death and then live. Pan Dao's long sword together, slashing straight at Wu Ming, swords colliding sparks splashed. Wu Ming's knife became heavier and heavier, and with a sound sound, the long sword broke, but Pan Dao suddenly perked up, and carried the remaining internal qi to hit all the broken sword fragments towards Wu Ming.

Suddenly encountered, Wu Ming's heart was shocked, and all the fragments in front of him hit him, and the sword weapon in his pupils continued to expand. It was too late to dodge, but he still quickly retreated, protecting the vital points around him, fighting for life and death.

Pan Dao was in a state of low spirits, and watched with a wry smile as Wu Ming walked over with a knife, a lot of sword and iron fragments were inserted into the clothes around the swordsman in front of him, his whole body was dripping with blood, and the anger on his face was enough to tear people apart. The price of serious injuries, but his life was saved, Pan Dao lay on the ground, unable to move.

Wu Ming's knife pointed directly at Pan Dao, "Boy, I will cut you with a thousand knives." The sword slashed, and Pan Dao moved a little bit with difficulty. But it was precisely this little distance that Pan Dao avoided the breaking phase.

A strand of long hair was broken, Pan Dao's eyes were not afraid, he looked at Wu Ming as if to say that his sword skills were not very good. It was with contempt, a fearless state of mind. Wu Ming was enraged, gave up the knife in his hand, pulled Pan Dao's body and punched him down.

Pan Dao's face showed pain, but he didn't snort. Wu Ming continued to punch a few times, and scolded angrily, "Boy, you are begging for mercy." I can make you less painful and give you a hard stab. ”

The pain in his body made Pan Dao almost faint, and he instinctively recovered his internal qi, but was interrupted by Wu Ming's punch. The spasms caused by the bifurcation are intermittently more painful, and the body wants to contract but can't, so it can only passively bear it.

Cats and mice are never eaten at first. Wu Ming's anger gave Pan Dao the greatest life, and a fragment of a broken sword slashed like a meteor, and then Wu Ming clutched his neck and fell in disbelief.

It turned out that Pan Dao was prepared for defeat from the beginning, maybe the broken broken sword could bring a certain amount of chaos and damage to Wu Ming, but it might not be able to kill him. What if it doesn't work out, prepared for the worst, Pan Dao gambled.

In the end, everything happened truthfully, Wu Ming was seriously injured, and the anger in his heart was vented, which was refreshing, but it gave Pan Dao a chance to regain his breath, and a little bit of accumulation had the means to send a blow, and Wu Ming really died.

Pan Dao lay on the ground, watching the setting sun set at its last ray. His eyelids couldn't help but want to close, but his love for life made him insist on sitting up, Xiao Zhoutian's basic exercises ran his whole body over and over again, and after half an hour, he opened his eyes, although the blood on his face was some, but he was still weak.

The night wind blew the smell of blood, Pan Dao looked around expressionlessly, picked up a long sword, and whistled. His horse came running back from a distance, turned over and got on his horse, and walked away.

The stars in the sky illuminated the light of the road ahead, and a coughing sound was heard, and the forced movement was a little reluctant after all. For the sake of safety, it is necessary to leave as soon as possible, the first killer has appeared, so what is the next journey.

Ding Chunqiu looked at the information in front of him, and his fingers couldn't stop tapping on the table. After a long time, he threw the secret fold in his hand, "Tell the dark department that the person sent to follow him can come back." ”

The man in black didn't say a word, and silently disappeared.

Ding Yiyun also received the same message, and he paced back and forth in the living room, "A bunch of useless things." I hope you can hear good news next time. ”

"Waste. Rubbish. Rubbish. The sound of anger and corruption roared incessantly, and occasionally the sound of broken porcelain. "Tell them that no matter what the price, I don't want him to enter Chang'an City. ”

"Senior brother, senior brother's hand ratio is really not small. Qiaoxiaoyan's words sparked the heart of the junior brother, "I just don't know when you will do it, junior brother?"

"Senior sister, you can't talk nonsense, it will kill people. "A calm man, unmoved.

The end of the world, the world of singing and dancing, the music is moving, and the dancing posture is charming. Li Qiushui, a beautiful woman dressed in palace clothes, lay on the mat horizontally, with a mouthful of grapes and a glass of sake.

Vulture Palace, above the mountains, all living beings are small, and I am the only one in the sky and on the ground. Pavilions and pavilions, on the futon, the Tianshan Tong sat cross-legged and practiced, and the slightest white gas kept coming out of the top of his head.

Ethereal Peak, the top of the sea of clouds is like a fairyland, all kinds of strange stones stand on the edge of the mountain peak and cliff, Qimen Dunjia forms a lost killing array, a game of stone chess lies horizontally, black and white are monstrous, Su Xinghe holds black in one hand, white in the other, and sits gloomily.

The wind is strong. The starry sky at night is beautiful, but not everyone can see it. On this night, a young man stood in the hut of the gang, drinking and entertaining himself, and he was not lonely in his long life. On this night, a prince sat alone in front of the bright moon, his hand was clenched by the collection of poems, and his eyes were far-reaching and looking at the high wall. On this night, a little novice knelt in front of the Buddha and chanted sincerely, and the scriptures shone like stars. This night, Pan Dao glanced at the starry sky, and finally couldn't support it and fainted on the horse, lost in the deep mountain horse road.

Tianlong Babu, a thought for a lifetime. Buddhist scriptures, everything is like a dream bubble, but who knows that I feel emotional, I am like morning dew descending to the world. Dreamy clouds, Pan Dao didn't have such a deep understanding, and his sword still trembled lightly.