Chapter 181

Name：Descent of the Phoenix 13 Years Old Princess Consort Author：Yi Shi Feng Liu
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The old man with white hair heard that his face was more and more like water: "Damn it, so strong, come here, you all go out, you must kill tonight..."

"If you want to kill me, OK, I'll send it to you, and it depends on whether you have that ability." Before the old man's words were finished, a cold voice suddenly broke through the air, with a dark iron anger.

The old man with white hair suddenly changed his face and stood up with a Shua.

The man in black, who was kneeling, was also shocked. He threw him away. Why did he still catch up with him?

They could not be doubted and surprised. The sound of the zither was full of killing.

No tunes, only one by one monophonic shooting.

It's not a lullaby, it's not kivalho, it's just a weapon to kill people, a sharp tool to take people's breath.

A flick at the fingertip, a wave of wind blade.

Flying takes people's lives. Flicking your fingertips kills everything.

Ryukyu holds the Yao Qin in his left hand, grabs the string in his right hand and plays it quickly. A wind blade flies out, and the people in black come from all directions and fall one by one.

If you want to kill her, let her take their lives first.

Blood splashed all over the place.

The old man with white hair saw that the whole face was twisted into a piece, and looked at Ryukyu in the dark with white clothes. He stepped on the blood and came here. He was pretty angry and resentful, but cold-blooded.

"Quick, quick, kill him, kill him." The whole face is twisted. The old man with white hair is shouting and retreating at full speed.

Since such a strong man can't be used by him, he must be destroyed.

If he is allowed to enter the palace of the post Jin Kingdom, then the strength of the post Jin Kingdom is

In my heart, I turned this thought, but I quickly retreated towards the back door.

And Ryukyu, as if he had not seen him, let him flee towards the back door.

"Poof." It's a slight dull sound. It's the sound of dagger entering the flesh.

Step out of the back door, the old man with white hair stood still and looked down slowly. A dagger was firmly inserted in his chest, straight into the handle.