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Xue Yi was very obedient and drew his sword, ready to kill Yan Junlin on the spot.

Yan Junlin pulled out the hairpin on his head, moved quickly, his moves were vicious, and his throat was sealed with blood: "Ha~ Fighting and killing are very boring, why don't we do something interesting."

Xueyi followed Master Jingkong to practice meditation in Lingshan since she was a child, and she was not considered quiet. Anyway, she only liked Xiao Yichen since she was a child.

This can explain why Mao Zedong, an efficient staff member like Xue Yi, didn't move while watching their mouths when Young Master Liuyun was arguing with Yan Junlin.

Yan Junlin's figure is alluring and charming, his eyes are as silky as silk, his clothes are revealing, and his actions are bold, Xue Yi's cold sweat breaks out when he sees it.

Just when Yan Junlin thought that Xue Yi was just gaining a false name and his skills improved a lot, Liu Yun, a weak scholar who had been eating chicken legs in martial arts, would not lose his internal strength and couldn't carry his shoulders or hands, moved.

The sword light is only a moment, and the blood light is also a moment.

Yan Junlin looked at the half-length sword on his chest in disbelief, and uttered a broken syllable: "You"

Young Master Liuyun withdrew the long sword in his hand, the blade was not stained with blood, and the blood beads fell to the dust along with Young Master Liuyun's movements.

Young Master Liuyun glanced at the corpses all over the ground, and sighed: "The right guardian of Xuantian Gate, the deputy owner of Linyuan Pavilion, the chief culprit who caused the poisonous gas in the border city to linger for [-] days, met me~~ Young Master Liuyun, I can only say that it was you Tai Sui broke ground on his head, looking forward to your reincarnation as a good dog, Amitabha, you are so kind.”

Young Master Liuyun turned around gracefully, and walked back bouncingly: "I'm hungry, let Bai Fan roast pheasant to eat later, otherwise, how can I make up for my son's painstaking efforts to arrange such a game to kill Yan Junlin, a pervert."

"If he's still alive."

"You're right." Young Master Liuyun paused, poked the toe of his shoe, and lowered his head to push the pebbles on the ground, "If he's still alive."

Xue Yi walked forward silently, stepping forward very consciously to clear the way, her companionship was self-evident.

The battle on the Hero Road is still going on, soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals, one person guarding the gate, beheading three generals of the opponent: "Nvliu on the opposite side, do you Beiyan only have some soft-legged shrimps?"

Yu Jianxin pulled out the Guqin in her hand, and her internal force turned into sharp sword energy with the sound of the piano. Wherever the sound wave went, it was vibrated into internal injuries: "This is the highest respect for the enemy."

Gu Tiao said that the soldiers and horses fighting all around seemed to have returned to calm, soundless and invisible. Shang Fang only saw a sharp sword aura flashing by, and he fell to the ground with a whimper from the snow and black clouds under him, and a bloodstain directly penetrated the horse's body.

At that time, there was Wugou Yunlian and Xiao Yichen's Wuxian qin, which was famous in the martial arts world. Now Wuxian has returned, and there is still the sound of the qin as the blade, killing people and taking lives.

Tian Hu leaped out, brandishing a long knife in his hand, and concentrated his attention on it. The sound of the piano is not Xiao Yichen's unique skill, but people from all walks of life are mixed together. Tian Hu, as a representative of the tough guy faction of the Wulin League, naturally does not have the energy to analyze Xiao Yichen's piano How is it different from the piano sound of Xiao Yichen's rumored fiancée on the opposite side?

Anyway, if both of them use the piano, the effect should be similar.

In this regard, I can only say that Tian Hu's skill points may not be all focused on his five-foot-long machete.

Responding to the sound of the piano, a man in black stood opposite Tian Hu. He was the number one swordsman of Zuimenglou, the man who made Zuimenglou unbreakable by his own strength: "My name is Blade."

Sword moves and zither sounds correspond one by one. At this moment, Yu Jian’s heart is the zither, and the blade is the sword. The sound of the zither is slow, and the sword moves are slow. What kind of tacit understanding can achieve such perfection, Tian Hu couldn't help being shocked, and his swords were even more powerful.

Facing the blade that independently supported the entire Zuimenglou security system, from the moment Tian Hu changed his moves, the outcome of failure was already doomed.

Yunli was deeply surrounded in the back, and was in a hurry. I'm afraid that the frizz accumulated with Tuoba Junyi for so many years had not been exerted here.

As a lieutenant general of the White Tiger Army, Yun Li must be calm. It can be said that there are subordinates who can be as good as their superiors are.

Yunli was analyzing her opponent Yu Jianxin and her partner from behind.

Speaking of tacit understanding, these two people have reached the peak, where is the way to fight, Yunli's mind is spinning rapidly, who else, what method, can fight against Qin Jian and Ming.

The long sword in the blade's hand is pitch black and simple in shape. The black sword, red blood, and silvery moonlight interweave into a soul-stirring battle chapter.

The stage of competing in the world starts with blood and ends with blood. The moment when the curtain is opened is the time when life withers.

Blade retracted the ancient sword, and Yu Jianxin's zither sound continued, but there was no internal strength added: "You surrender yourself to the Ming Lord, and death is a national mourning. Loyal ministers and good generals deserve a farewell song from Yu Jianxin."

The voices of the soldiers in the ears gradually came into my head, Ren waved his hand, turned around and left first, and Beiyan soldiers and horses also retreated in an orderly manner. At this point in the battle, the commander of the Shura Army died. The two sides were evenly matched and each was injured. necessary to continue.

A glass of strong wine is sprinkled on the world, and another tombstone in the Garden of Heroes is all that Tian Hu left in the world. He roamed the rivers and lakes when he was young, and joined the army in his middle age. He is alone and has no worries.