Chapter 1336： Both 1665

Chapter 1336 Chapter 1665 Chapter Reality (11)

A circle of martial justice people outside the Xuejiamen, he has become a madman swordsman hated by everyone on the rivers and lakes.

"There is no trace of snow, come out and die, you slaughter martial arts, it is simply sinful."

Everyone is clamoring for snow to go out and die.

There are more people, and there is no trace of martial arts in the snow. Many of them can kill him together.

Called for a long time, I found no one came out.

"There is no such thing as snow, hahaha, the first person in martial arts, but it is."

"His name is so loud, it is not rumored to be scary, really seeing why we don't come out to fight."

A bunch of people spit on the door of the snow house, and even some people have to go to the plaque of the snow house.

Suddenly the door opened, and a white light flashed through, directly penetrating the chest of the person who had ridiculed the plaque.

When people looked at it, the knife was actually penetrating the sternum of the person, and after the heart, it plunged directly into the ground and fell into the stone.

Everyone was scared to go back, and the face suddenly became earthy.

This internal force is so deep that it can be so far away, piercing the heart of a person, and getting into the stone.

It’s not a human being.

After everyone was scared, they suddenly numb their backs, and a white shadow slowly came out of the door.

The silver hair is like a snow, tied by a red ribbon.

The man is beautiful and flawless, cold and calm, and his eyes are ridiculous.

He glanced at the door, "Forty-five."

The sound is clear and cold, and it is also very peaceful.

But it makes people cold into the bones, as if the death is counting the dead.

The remaining forty-five people, no, correctly said that there are still a few that are hiding and waiting to assassinate the snow without a trace, and the results are counted out.

When everyone was chilling and looking at each other, they hesitated to dare to go to the first one.

There is no trace of snow on the side, and his pretty indifferent scorpion has no fluctuations.

Then he slowly slashed his sword and walked calmly forward.

Nothing sounds, calm face, they look like a bunch of weeds, no mood fluctuations.

"How can we kill him so many people..."

A courageous swordsman shouted, and the results were not finished, he was already dead.

A sword seals the throat, and a throat is three.

A simple sword, the snow has only raised his hand.

In the following scenes, many people did not even have a screaming time, and they lie flat and become the bodies in the pool of blood.

Killing people like cutting leeks is still the kind of cutting method for skilled workers.

But a few blinks, people are already dead more than half.

They didn't even have the chance to resist, even if they didn't even know how to shoot.

Several of them frightened their courage and immediately urinated.

"Rain, heroes, spare me."

Snow has just raised his hand, but he seems to think of something. He still has a letter from Bai Weiwei to him in his pocket.

It will be almost time, and I can open it and see it.

He ignored the group of people who were begging for mercy, and took a letter from the sleeves.

The outer envelope was wrapped by him, for fear that the paper she wrote was dirty.

"Master, there is nothing to say today, just want to tell you, I love you."

The snow has no trace of indifference, and suddenly smiles.

Smile as happy as a child.

But with a smile and a smile, his eyes were red, and the pain in his chest appeared again.

There is no thought of killing people.

He went straight back, and he knew that the pain in the chest was not a martial art defect.

(End of this chapter)