Sacrifice to Feed Demons [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

The men in black came from the killer organization, don't expect them to say anything gossip before killing people, opening their mouths to "kill" is already the limit, and this group of people who are only one day away from the last wave of killers is no exception.

The man at the beginning, who was obviously the leader, was still dressed in black clothes that could not be distinguished from men and women under the night light, with lifeless eyes like a dead man crawling out of the grave to walk in the world.

He led the rest of the men in black to attack the prey in an enveloping formation, with a gloomy and cold sound.

"kill!"

Officially recruited the bloody night of this sleepless night.

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Hundred flowers blowing acupuncture points, Vajra finger, clapping hands... Dazzling martial arts moves are performed by Yuan Sui like clouds and flowing water. It is hard to imagine that there are such talents in the world, and it is difficult to train these others for 50 years. Huo Hou's unique martial arts are used with great proficiency.

As the battle became more and more stalemate, the windows above the back door of the inn were opened one by one, and the oil lamps were lit. The guests in the store who were awakened by the sound of swords and soldiers scolded and rubbed their eyes to see who came here in the middle of the night. , surprised myself first.

"Murder!"

Accompanied by a woman's exclamation, the lights of each house were brightened, and one or two figures appeared through a thin layer of paper windows.

Seeing that the surrounding area started to become lively, the killers had no intention of avoiding people's actions at all, and they focused on besieging and killing Yuan Suiyun and Ji Xianjun.

By the way, Ji Xianjun was completely incidental, and Yuan Suiyun was the main target.

At this moment, a blue figure stepped across the eaves in the air, and flew towards the moon by stepping on the branches of the maple tree that grew from the window of his room.

Chu Liuxiang woke up when the man in black first appeared, but he stood by the window, quietly like a shadow, and did not appear until the killing began.

As soon as he appeared, he stepped on the shoulders and head of the man in black, and respectively fixed the two killers who jumped down from the dark place above his head to sneak attack, turned around, and retreated to Ji Xianjun's side with a round body like a fish swimming.

Bandit Commander is used to not killing people, but not killing people doesn't mean he can't control people. He learned the lesson from last time, this time he made a move, he hit the acupoints at a fast speed, he pointed at [-] places in one go, closed his skills and held his breath in one go, and even one Not even the slightest strength to commit suicide is left to them.

After finishing these things, Chu Liuxiang didn't seem to be bothered at all by waking up from the dream, relying on the memory left after scanning the scene from the corner of her eye just now, she teased Ji Xianjun who was silent beside her.

"If I knew there was good wine, I wouldn't go to bed earlier."

From the very beginning, Ji Xianjun's expression seemed to be hiding in the shadows, as if picking up the mask of a smile, her frowns and smiles were soft and unbelievable, but it made people dare not make mistakes.

Chu Liuxiang's pupils contracted, and after Zheng was taken aback, she laughed and wanted to use the excuse of helping Yuan Suiyun to avoid this right and wrong place, but before he could speak, Ji Xianjun stopped laughing.

"Yes, there is wine and ink here, and the maple leaves are covered with canopies, as complete as a new site. Sending wine with a stele, just in time to send you on the road."

As soon as the words fell, Yuan Suiyun secretly thought that it was not good, and immediately retreated quickly outside the garden.

The one who acted the same as him was Chu Liuxiang, who shouldn't know the cause and effect like him. However, Chu Liuxiang had a keen intuition, and when Ji Xianjun's expression changed, he suddenly felt frightened.

In the distance, the farmers who have not been disturbed by the disputes of the martial arts people here have not got up, and they may not be able to find a clean place on this noisy night.

The watchdog he had raised for three years kept barking for some reason, making him wonder if it was a burglar?

I got up impatiently, slipped on the cloth shoes, put on a jacket, opened the door latch, and walked out of the house.

As soon as the man went out, he was surprised to find that the old farmer next door was not asleep, and was pulling the pack horse that was shaking his head frantically.

"What are you doing?"

He just asked the question, the well at home had been stored for a long time, and now there was a sudden loud noise, which scared him to the ground on the spot with his head in his arms, watching the wooden barrel sinking at the bottom of the well soaring into the sky, splashing water, and then flying in mid-air. He lost his strength and fell to the ground with a "crack".

The man jumped up in fright on the spot.

"What's the matter? What's the matter!"

"I'm afraid it's not God's spirit!"

At this moment, the old farmer finally managed to smooth the fur of the pack horse. For some reason, the old horse, which was as old as him, was so restless tonight.

The man was even more dumbfounded when he heard this, especially because the old farmer had learned a few words in his early years, and he was still chanting, "The power of the sky is unpredictable, the power of the sky is unpredictable," he said when he was called back to God by the barking of the dog for the first time. Turn around and go back to the room for a while.

"Tianwei farts, in this peaceful and prosperous world, it must be some gods fighting, and we have brought disaster to Chiyu!"

After finishing speaking, he went back to the room and closed the door and locked it. He closed his eyes, and planned to sleep over this matter out of sight and out of mind.

But there are very few people with a big heart like him. One night, the well exploded, the dogs barked and the horses were frightened. If you pay attention, you will find that many ants gather and move out of the city after autumn. This scene is similar to that of a few years ago. The signs of movement are exactly the same.

From house to house, the lights were turned on immediately, and the eyes were staring until dawn, which shows that people are afraid of inexplicable things at this time.

However, people who have been in martial arts are not as ignorant as ordinary people. They rely on gods and ghosts when they encounter problems, as if they can get comfort in their hearts.The reaction of this group of people seeing this scene is definitely where the martial arts master came from, and those who are passionate and good will definitely go to pay a visit to earn some attention.

This is called chance in the common sense of people in the rivers and lakes.

Throughout the ages, those who caught up with the opportunities rarely did not make great achievements and made great achievements in the world.

And it is a coincidence that there is such a group of lucky people who don't need to pay a special visit at this time. They are in the center of the vision. ".

In the inn, the Emei young heroes who rushed out more than one step slower were unable to move a step because of the shock of the scene before them.

Those who also felt this way were Yuan Suiyun and Chu Liuxiang who came back over the wall.

They looked at the only person standing in the picture with complicated eyes.

Dressed in purple, she has a self-possessed demeanor and a colorful look, which is not kitsch.

It is said that he is a well-educated scholar. In the Wei and Jin Dynasties, he did not admire the demeanor of a famous official, and he always made people read the demeanor of being romantic and self-promising, with a leisurely landscape.

Saying that he is a child of a noble family, he is like riding a dragon horse, sitting in a car, and cultivated with unparalleled dignity. The arrogance is as majestic as a thunderstorm, and the king's heart is like the Bohai Sea. How dare anyone speculate without authorization?

Saying that he is an ordinary person, then... people who think so may have a severe face pain at this time.

The autumn wind blows the fallen leaves, cleaning the battlefield that has become clean in an instant.

boom--

In fact, there was no sound at all, the sound in this yard was not as loud as the noise from the people's house next door, but the shock in the hearts of the people who witnessed all this was louder than ever.

Yan Renying swallowed her saliva, but her throat was still tight. He tugged at the corner of Sun Xiuqing's clothes next to him, trying to say something, but suddenly he didn't know how to speak.

There were quite a few people who reacted like him, but he was the first one to come out, rushing out without even getting fully dressed. Thanks to this, he became the only one present, except for Chu Liuxiang who had followed suit. The one that can be seen most clearly beyond the clouds.

But even if he could see clearly, it was really difficult to explain what he saw clearly.

It only takes a moment for the visual reaction to return to the brain, but at this moment, there are at least sixty or seventy men in black. They are fighting or falling, standing still or moving, and some squatting on the wall ready to go , some murderous intent calmly, seeing death as home... But this picture seems to have been clicked by someone, and a crucial part was cut off with scissors.

They are all gone!

turned into fly ash.

Right in front of my eyes...

"pat-"

Yan Renying hastily took out the Xiushui sword that was half drawn and slid it back into the scabbard. He seemed to be in a daze and couldn't react in time. After realizing it, he was awakened by the sound, and murmured: "Ashes disappear in smoke."

Without him, what he saw and heard, only this word is so clear and realistic.

The people who came behind saw an empty field, and the ground around the maple stone table seemed to have been plowed by someone. A large number of clothes and weapons fell on the ground, but their owners were nowhere to be found.

No one took the initiative to speak for a long time, and they were deeply trapped in a situation they could not understand, full of confusion.

At this moment, Ji Xianjun exhaled lightly.

"I was wrong."

In the eyes of others, these words are far-fetched, and they are no different from the situation of the whole scene.

But Yuan Suiyun, who has been paying attention to Ji Xianjun, did not forget that he was the first to realize Ji Xianjun's unhappiness, but he did not expect that this person's unhappiness would be so amazing when vented!

The person beside him suddenly took a step. Yuan Suiyun looked over subconsciously and found that although Chu Liuxiang had a dignified expression, his eyes were bright. Curiosity obviously occupied most of his mind, and a small amount of fear and doubt would not affect the prodigal son's actions at all.

Chu Liuxiang was the only person present who dared to talk to Ji Xianjun. His words were also very worthy of deep thought. He said, "How could you be wrong?"

"Why can't I be wrong?" Ji Xianjun, whose attitude hadn't changed, seemed to have never done anything to evaporate dozens of people at once, and replied as if he was chatting.

In Chu Liuxiang's eyes, she might feel that this is the expression of the other party's annoyance.

In fact, it can be regarded as a missed performance.

Ji Xianjun sighed: "I thought this place is a good place, but obviously there is an owner here."

Chu Liuxiang: "So...?"

Ji Xianjun's smile stretched out as if troubled, "So I destroyed their bodies directly, but I don't know how to write a monument for them or how to give them wine."

"Gollum—"

No matter who the people present were or what experiences they had, after he said those words with a smile, cold sweat flowed from the top of the head to the back of the feet in an instant, and the cool wind blew on the back of their necks. They didn't know what they were afraid of. But the action of swallowing saliva is very consistent.

Penetration!cold!Fear!

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