Chapter 290

In the fight between the two sides, the black West Factory, which was established by the kings of the later Jin Dynasty, bloomed in silence with a enchanting spark.

Black and red, two different colors of Zhai ran meet. In the golden light of spring, they radiate brilliant brilliance.

The absolute authority of the post Jin State.

After the Jin Dynasty, it became the weapon of the seven kingdoms.

West Factory, sink in the enchanting fire.

In the blood splashing Hall of joy, he has been standing at the corner since the beginning of the chaos and watching all the Yunzhao. At this time, in the chaos, a person gently whispered a few words on it.

Yunzhao's eyes suddenly brightened, and a bright smile bloomed on his blue and puffy face.

Looking at the murderous Ryukyu in the eyes of the crowd, the smile in the eyes was extremely happy.

Slightly waved to the people behind, whispered two orders. Yunzhao waved his fan and rushed into the fighting circle.

With a wave of folding fan in hand and a piece of folding fan made of paper, they passed by the necks of several West Factory people in front of them. They were as bloody as sharp knives.

The rolled white fan is not even stained with a drop of blood.

The blue clothes were floating, and Yunzhao walked towards Ryukyu with a smile on his face. Where he passed, the folding fans were flying, and no one was left behind.

That kind of clean and neat, even if it is not as good as the attack of Ryukyu, it is not far away.

Such a strong skill, then these days, is the ordinary brothel jealous, can also be beaten a blue nose and swollen eyes.

With a stroke of strings in his hand, Ryukyu's eyebrows flashed and sullen. He picked off a string with one finger, and the silver thread immediately bounced towards the hall leader of the seventh hall.

When the strings pass, the body is like a ghost.

Before the seven hall Lord could see how Ryukyu was forced to come up, his wrists suddenly cooled. The waving hand lost its center of gravity.

Blood splashed out, there was the dark palm, seven hall Lord Shua opened his eyes.

In front of him was his famous double palms. There was only one silver thread on his wrist. His palms were broken and empty.