Chapter 316

At the moment when the knife was taken away and thrown out by the nine Youwang, Chen Wanyue saw the God of death.

Death looks very moving.

It's much better than the appearance of the ninth Youwang -- a real woman, even before she dies, will instinctively notice the beauty of other women: compared with the appearance of the ninth Youwang, she shows the five fingers of a tiger's claw, which is so slender, white and beautiful, just like the white Epiphyllum that will bloom at midnight.

King Jiuyou grabs Chen Wanyue's right hand, which is the God of death.

So far, at least nine people have been taken away by this beautiful hand.

Chen Wanyue is the tenth.

She has no chance of avoiding.

All she could do was to open her eyes as wide as possible and look down at her heart -- hoping to see that her heart was still beating after being dug out.

At the moment when Chen Wanyue lowered her head, the ghost claw of the nine Youwang had pierced into her heart.

The incomparable pain made her suddenly open her mouth and scream, "ah!"

Night soul searching also wants to shout. It's best to roar and use all your strength.

But she didn't dare.

Even if the old man was her own uncle, she didn't dare, so after opening her mouth, she suddenly closed it. Because she tried too hard, she made a loud noise.

Like most of the time, the old man always likes to turn his back to her. His voice is so calm: "soul searching, do you remember what I said to you when you asked to join the seven killers?"

"Remember."

Night soul searching swallowed his mouth and said, "you said that those who achieve great things don't stick to small things."

"What else?"

The old man still asked without looking back.

"Still have is, be kind not to lead a soldier."

Night soul searching hung his head and stared at his toes: "you said that I am actually excellent in all aspects. As long as I can really understand these two points, I can become your competent successor."

"On the Jiankou Great Wall, I have given you a chance to live a normal life, but you refused. In that case, you must strictly follow 1 my orders in the future. It is your duty. "

The old man turned around, and the dawn was reflected on him obliquely, looking taller and more lonely: "now, I can give you another chance to quit and live the life you want."

Night soul searching raised his head and looked at the old man. After a long time, he shook his head: "No."

"Then do as I say."

The old man then walked to the two wooden doors and murmured, "a family crying is like crying all the way."

This sentence is a famous saying of Fan Zhongyan, a famous politician and writer in northern Xia Dynasty: your family is sad to cry, which is not as sad as the people in a province!

Of course, soul searching at night understood the meaning of this sentence. He opened his mouth and swallowed those words he wanted to persuade again.

"That's what I say, but it's unfair to the surrounding area. Fang Yuan, I know that after you know this, you will come and kill me -- I'll wait for you. "

After a long silence, she turned and looked at the south. When she murmured these words, she felt a faint pain in her heart.

Heartache -- especially when the heart is about to be forcibly dug out, it must be very painful, very painful.

Chen Wanyue, who had long been ready to be killed, couldn't stand it and instinctively screamed.

That hand won't stop because of her scream.

Even if it stopped, it was because there was a sharp short knife, whistling at the speed that the nine Youwang dared not ignore, stabbing her left eye.

Both the speed, angle and strength were quite in place, forcing her to quickly twist her body and raise her hand to open the knife.

This knife is the one that King Jiuyou just grabbed from Chen Wanyue and threw out.

Before the knife landed, someone took it in his hand and stabbed her left eye with the fastest speed, forcing her to temporarily give up Chen Wanyue, who had killed half of her.

As the old man said, as Chen Wanyue has just verified, King Jiuyou is really invulnerable to evil doors -- but her eyes can also stop the knife?

Fang Yuan doesn't believe it.

Facts proved that his judgment was very correct. King Jiuyou's eyes were afraid of being stabbed by a knife.

"Quack!"

In the strange howl, the circle rushed up like lightning and raised its left hand: a handful of dry soil (caught on the embankment) spilled over, still the eyes of the ninth Youwang.

Although dry earth won't hurt an expert like King Jiuyou, it can fascinate her eyes.

No one wants his eyes to be fascinated, so the king of Jiuyou can only retreat again out of instinct.

At the same time, she was also very surprised: the speed of the square was too fast.

It was fast beyond her expectation.

How can she know that the reason why Mr. Fang can break such a big name in the international road is because he is fast, incomparably fast!

(at the beginning, if Fang Yuan really wanted to get rid of tieliao under the Jiankou Great Wall, he could not see the shadow of him in ten seconds at most.

He was so angry with iron Liao that he even got reconciled to his clothes and arms. It was because he saw that the old fellow did not intend to cut him down, but it was to let off steam.

Since we are friends, it's also our responsibility to vent with him.)

Fang Yuan not only runs fast, steals fast, but also kills fast.

This time, he didn't hide his clumsiness.

God can testify: Fang Yuan knew that she was as invulnerable as the old man said after seeing Chen Wanyue slip a knife through the throat of the ninth Youwang, but she was unharmed.

No one dares to keep a low profile in front of such an evil enemy.

Therefore, Fang Yuan definitely used his best when he jumped at the nine Youwang.

It's already good. His all-out attack prevented Chen Wanyue from being killed in time.

"Be careful!"

Queen Jiuyou stepped back one after another. Fang Yuan had already picked up Chen Wanyue, half twisted his body, and then threw her out with his arms.

Chen Wanyue was in mid air, and her heart and mouth blood also spilled an arc. When she instinctively raised her hand and pressed the wound, she fell heavily in the wheat field.

Fortunately, the wheat field is as soft as a carpet.

"Fool, I remind you to be careful!"

In the corner of Fang's eye, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Chen Wanyue's face falling into the wheat field. When he scolded low, his right hand, the knife knocked down by the ninth Youwang, appeared in his hand again. With his rapid attack, it turned into a cold lightning and still stabbed the enemy's left eye.

In other words, the name of stealing saints was not blown out by Fang Yuan's mouth, but earned by his ghost hands.

No matter how hard and fast the king Jiuyou threw the knife out, he could copy it in time.

A real thief, sometimes a magician, can make invisible movements with the fastest speed.

Benedict!

Even the king Jiuyou couldn't hide from the full speed attack around. At most, he just turned his face and let his eyes hide from the tip of the knife, but stabbed her left cheek and made a strange sound when a woodpecker pecked wood.

Unharmed.

Just now, Fang Yuan was surprised to see that Chen Wanyue cut into the throat of the nine Youwang and saw that she had nothing to do with her.

However, the man's pride that he will never give in makes him have to try it himself: how can Chen Wanyue's strength of wielding that knife be compared with that of Mr. Fang?

Now it's his turn -- not much better than Chen Wanyue.

At most, that is, with unparalleled speed, the king of Jiuyou was forced to avoid his eyes.

But the knife he stabbed with all his strength didn't work after it stabbed her in the face.

After the strange hand feeling was sent back from his right hand like electricity, his heart was instantly cold: grass, it was such a bad thing!

A real hero never flinches in the face of extreme danger. Even if he is broken to pieces, he will pounce on his head.

Therefore, they will become heroes, lie in cold graves for future generations to worship, and talk about their heroic deeds after dinner

Mr. Fang disdains to be a hero.

He prefers to be a real villain: Although the name of a hero sounds good, it seems far less affordable than living.

After discovering that the general situation was bad, Mr. Fang immediately turned and ran without hesitation.

"If you run fast, you want to go?"

When he jumped four or five meters like lightning, there was a voice of Yin pity behind his neck (the voice of the nine Youwang finally had some feelings), and the cool air blew on his skin, causing goose bumps.

With a round scalp and a sudden rise, the right hand short knife fiercely stabbed from under the ribs.

Knowing that the nine Youwang is invulnerable, Fang Yuan still stabbed back with all his strength, which is his instinctive reaction.

It's also an instinctive response to extreme fear.

Come on, Mr. Fang is most proud of it.

But when he suddenly found that when he was running with all his strength, the king of Jiuyou could catch up with him at a faster speed than him and blow air into his neck -- who would not be afraid and who would not make an instinctive response.

Without exception, Fang Yuan instinctively stabbed the king again.

What's the use?

Fang Yuan doesn't know, and there's no time to think about it.

Because he was flying -- flying forward with blood in his mouth, faster than he could run with all his strength.

When he stabbed the king of Zhongjiuyou with a knife, he was also punched in the back of his heart.

Just like being hit hard by an iron hammer containing 800 kg of strength, Fang Yuan can hear the slight bone fracture of his bones and the painful clang of his internal organs when he opens his mouth and sprays blood.

Why, I just hang up like this?

Fang Yuan thought this in his mind when he hit the wheat field like a shell.

When his face fell into the wheat field like Chen Wanyue, the sharp pain mixed with fainting came like a tide, and the demonic moment swallowed him up.

He wanted to keep his eyes open and get up and run.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't resist the pain.

Can only reluctantly close your eyes and let go of sober consciousness.

At the moment when his eyes were about to close -- he seemed to see a lightning bolt rising from the wheat field he fell!

No one can catch up with the speed of lightning, just as no one can avoid Kunlun's full strength.

It's still the neck.

The Mo Dao named Kunlun was accurately cut on the neck of the nine Youwang.

But no head flies.

Such a terrible knife only left a thin blood mark on the neck of King Jiuyou.

Just like in the dark world of Lop Nur, the old man holding the horse chopping knife, with his full swing, cut the shoulder of the king of Jiuyou at most.

"Eh?"

Nine Youwang obviously didn't expect that after the old man died, someone could cut her with a shocking knife.

After a light sigh, the king of Jiuyou turned into a ghost and retreated.

Kunlun's knife also hung down.

"Who are you?"

King Jiuyou looked at Kunlun, whose whole body was wrapped in brown clothes and only showed his eyes, and asked in surprise.

Kunlun's hands holding the knife tightened again and said astringently, "no one can hurt him."

Jiuyou king raised his hand, rubbed his injured neck and said, "then you have to die."

"I died long ago."

Kunlun slowly raised his knife, put it on his right shoulder and walked slowly towards her.