Suo Jinling

Chen Jing stabbed out with a spear, Lan Jingming turned around to block, the blades collided with flames, Chen Jing tightened the reins, rubbed against Lan Jingming's cheek, and raised his hand to fish for his mask.

Lan Jingming was startled, and retreated hastily, the wind was blowing in his ear, and the hand slipped past his ear, almost missing.

"With a green face and fangs, why wear a mask?" Chen Jingxu held five fingers, picked up the whip and swung it outward, the tail of the whip rolled forward, and grabbed Lan Jingming's forearm, "Take it off and let me see."

Lan Jingming's eyes were red with anger, and he swung his long sword down, cutting off the long whip.

He raised half of his body, stepped over the horse's back, grabbed Chen Jing's neck, and punched him hard.

Chen Jing was pulled off his horse by him, his spear and sword were shaken away, and they scattered in a mess. The two of them rolled around like that puny baby, punching and kicking. Lan Jingming mercilessly punched Chen Jing. Jing's side cheek, Chen Jing not to be outdone, kicked the opponent's chest, Lan Jingming's throat was sweet, and he choked out half a mouthful of blood, Chen Jing narrowed his eyes, raised his arms and twisted them down, his legs hooked inward Tight, pressed the person on the ground, rushed in with five fingers, touched the edge of the mask, Inspector Lan Jingming grabbed the sword hilt with his arm, and threw it back suddenly, Chen Jing raised his gun to block, the two of them were separated at the touch of a touch, and they faced each other from afar .

Chen Jing's cheeks were swollen, his tongue was bitten by teeth, and it was bloody.

Lan Jingming's throat was dry, blood pooled in his collarbone, the long sword reflected the moonlight, and chopped off the cold light in the spring.

Gunpowder smoke billowed up, the elite soldiers on both sides refused to give in to each other, they played happily with swords, guns and clubs, the horse's hoof broke through the water curtain, pouring people's heads and faces, Chen Jing raised his arm to wipe his side cheeks, licked the fishy smell from his lips, and felt refreshed in his chest.

He likes this opponent.

I want to peel off|take off that vicious mask, uncover that layer of shell, and touch the inner appearance.

He spat out a mouthful of residual blood, threw away the spear in his hand, and slowly drew out the long sword from his waist, the blade was as thin as a residual wing, reflecting the moonlight in the sky.

He brought a few swords for this expedition. This was a gift from his eldest brother. The blades were made by famous masters. King Kong is indestructible and cuts iron like mud. He rubbed his body and attacked. The front collided, Chen Jing stepped forward half an inch, Lan Jingming slid over half of his body, and the tip of the sword rushed from under Chen Jing's ribs. Chen Jing looked at the narrow waist, dazed for a moment, and was forced by Lan Jingming to take two steps back, and hit him with his back. stone wall.

With a groan, the sword edge pierced into the crack of the stone wall and cut Chen Jing's cheek. Chen Jing stared at the ghostly face, sweating from his palm, and lifted the tightly held sword upwards, rushing towards the mask like a fish swimming in the sea. Lan Jingming dodged half of his body, and the hair on his neck was cut off by half an inch. Chen Jing bent forward, raised his hand and swept outwards, holding a few strands of hair.

The sandalwood, which was so faint that it was almost inaudible, made the tip of his nose itchy. Chen Jing stopped his steps, but the fragrance disappeared.

A long horn came from the forest, and the sound lingered among the clouds. This is the real Yage blowing the trumpet to convey the message. The old, weak, women and children in the tent have been transferred. Taking advantage of the terrain, it gradually disappeared into the forest.

The lieutenant wanted to be chased again, but Chen Jing raised his hand to stop him, got on his horse, drove the horse forward a few steps, and stared at the disappearing figures of those people.

There were still a few strands of hair between his fingers. Chen Jing clenched his palm tightly and sniffed lightly between his nose. The strands of hair were colorless and odorless, and the sandalwood was like a wisp of dream, which disappeared suddenly.

The canyon was full of mess, the turf was trampled to pieces, and the armor was broken everywhere.

Chen Jing clenched his teeth, and the teeth creaked and rubbed against each other. The mask danced in front of his eyes like a ghost, shaking his heartstrings.

This ghost-faced Shura... made him care for no reason.

He wants to cut off the mask.

Chen Jing clenched his fists, looked up at the full moon, the full moon was as cool as water, melting the killing spirit.