v2 Chapter 70： Death

This is not a threat, but a pure statement of facts. Unless it is a practitioner above the seven borders, unless it is a assassination of a single blow, any practitioner of the five borders will stay here. May go to Changling.

Although Changling has no walls, it is more terrible than almost all the walls with walls.

However, this Huangpao youth did not have the slightest panic and anxiety. Instead, she took a calm and gratified look at the turret and the sky in the distance. She said: "We never thought of going out of here, we only need a paragraph. It is time for us to complete our mission. Presumably, you should understand now that we are all doing this because it is not so fast that it attracts the attention of the audience on the corner."

Qiu Zaixing’s brows are slightly stunned, and the subconsciously spit out two words: “Dead.”

The yellow robe youth’s face even raised a smile, and sighed: “In exchange for the lives of these young people, we can all count them.”

His smile is very real, but it is actually cruel and tragic.

Autumn's eyebrows slowly provoked, indifferent: "Any slain is a victim of conspiracy. I just want to know what you want to do so deliberately delaying time?"

At this time, the two flying swords were still entangled in the eaves, and the sword gas shredded countless pieces of roof tiles. The yellow robe youths were all screaming at this time, and it was indeed delaying time.

The young man in Huangpao still just smiled and said: "I drag the time, and the wait is now."

At the same time as this sentence was exported, he opened the paper fan in his hand.

The paper fan is open, not a fan with a beautiful pattern, but more than ten yellow papers.

At the same time, all the accumulated power in the youthful body of Huangpao spewed out at this moment, and injected into the ten sheets of paper.

Because the spurt is too intense, so in the skin of the yellow robes, even the infiltration of countless drops of blood, in the air like a peach blossom, and the yellow robes youth in addition to the eyes exudes a feverish look His body is like a withered flower, and instantly loses his spirit.

Qiu Zaixing suddenly changed color and shouted: "Fu Shi!"

Zhang Yi’s eyes widened unbelievably.

Changling has almost no practice and is good at passing.

Light is the material of the paper, and the blending of the ink is like alchemy. It has to go through countless processes, and the runes on the paper are a very profound knowledge. Only in the farthest distance from the Daqin Dynasty, the Dayan Dynasty, which is rich in silver paper and ink dragons and other materials suitable for refining the paper-like ink, naturally formed many sects that practiced and fought.

In particular, this means of applying more than ten pieces of paper at one time seems to be only possible for some powerful Zongmen practitioners of the Great Yan Dynasty.

In the resounding voice of the autumn rejuvenation, more than ten thin fuss papers have disappeared, turning into a world of incomparable urgency.

On the ground beneath him, suddenly there were countless small storms rolling up, such as countless transparent ropes, firmly bound to him.

The power of terror continues to infiltrate his body.

The face of Autumn Rexing instantly became blood red.

A sound of gold and iron rang from his body, and his entire body exudes a sly sword. The whole person seems to have become a big sword.

However, his face is changed again.

The power of the Huangpao youth at this moment is extremely fierce, and he is simply unable to break away.

Almost subconscious, his literacy sweeps behind him.

In the shadow behind him, a gray-black flying sword floated like a ghost.

The reason why it floats out is because the flying sword with the similar color of the handle and the mosquito legs has no smoke and smoke. Not only does it have the slightest vitality and sword gas, but even the wind and the sound are not even.

Even if it appears in the perception of autumn rejuvenation, he can't feel where the flying sword is flying from, where is the owner of the flying sword.

Any flying sword has the power of the mind and the traction of the heavens and the earth. It is just like a puppet being controlled by the line. However, this flying sword is like a puppet who is still walking freely.

The wait of the Huangpao youth is just waiting for the flying sword to approach his side.

All the power of these papers was just to make him unable to move, and he could not avoid this flying sword.

His strength far exceeds everyone in this room. He is in front of the carriage. Even if he has a few more flying swords, it will not really threaten the people inside the carriage. However, these dead soldiers are obviously not in him. I know his identity after I shot it!

These slayers have clearly made an accurate estimate of his strength, and designed such a blow at the beginning!

At this time, at least there will be at least two flying swords to save his danger, but now there is no one.

This can only show that the two people, like themselves, secretly protect the powerful existence of this carriage, and have been solved.

The heart of the autumn rejuvenation is so cold and cold that it is difficult to describe it in words.

Not because of his own death, but because he can't imagine the people in the car who are assassinated here today, what kind of uproar will it cause.

Without a flying sword, it is impossible to keep up with the speed of the flying sword.

At this time, Feijian’s flying sword has already felt the crisis of autumn rejuvenation. However, it was suppressed by the fierce flying sword, and it could not be recovered.

Seeing the gray-black flying sword fluttering toward the back of the autumn rejuvenation, it is difficult to get rid of the fate of being a sword through the autumn rejuvenation.

However, at this time, Ding Ning opened Zhang Yi's sleeve and took a step toward the front left side.

He raised his left hand.

With a bang, a black sword light rushed out of his fingertips and turned into a black meteor at an alarming rate, in the middle of the gray-black flying sword.

The slamming sound of the slamming sound, the black sword light directly shattered into dozens of pieces, the silent black and white flying sword is also a hard-boiled 砸 fly more than ten feet, even penetrated the surface Spread the backyard wall and fly out.

On the back of Qiu Zaixing, dozens of black pieces were splashed on the back. The cold smashed into his body like countless ice needles. The hair behind his head was instantly filled with strange blue frost.

His body is colder, but in his eyes, there is a sudden glimmer of hope.

With a bang, he violently agitated the real yuan and competed with the invisible ropes bound to his body.

The young man of Huangpao looked incredulously at Ding Ning, and was so angry that a blood spurted out of his mouth again.

In the streets and lanes in the distance, there are vague exclamations.

All the people involved in this assassination are in a bad mood.

No one thought that Ding Ning could stop such a sword.

A sword temporarily solves the murder of the autumn rejuvenation, but Ding Ning's heart is without any joy.

Because this is obviously a flying sword from the Daqi dynasty "flying pool", even if he feels the position of some practitioners at this time, he can't feel the whereabouts of this sword-sword practitioner.

If it is impossible to kill this practitioner, then this silent flying sword is still an extremely deadly threat to everyone in this street.

At this point, there is no way to perceive the position of the practitioner, only to force him to shoot more violently.

Only when the power of the flying sword is more intense, can he perceive the where the practitioner is.

"Brother, kill the teacher!"

Then Ding Ning screamed, holding the last flower remnant sword in his hand and reviving in the autumn.

A crack in the sound of "嗤".

It seems that the robes have been torn apart, and in the cold air filled with killings, there is again a trace of a flying sword that is sharply broken.

A silver, thin flying sword fell from the distant building to the top of Ding Ning's head.

Looking at another flying sword, his face is already very pale, Zhang Yi, where he dared to marry his mother-in-law, and Ding Ning Li drank with a sigh of sorrow that he could not refuse, he also swept out while sipping a big drink. The sword in the hand has already pierced the sky above.

Wetly fills the entire street.

In the sky above the indus, there were countless crystal rain lines, and countless swords fell.

at the same time.

The silvery white flying sword is close to the body of Ding Ning who has swept away.

A repressed exclamation in the carriage.

The sleek flying sword that fell like a arrow suddenly fell sharply, and the incredible Pingfei Zhang, falling behind Ding Ning, accelerated again.

Ding Ning out of the sword.

The last flower in his hand swayed out.

A white sword light provoked like a white horn.

With a bang, the widest part of the awning horn, just happened to be against the sword.

The flying sword is hard to cut in, cut off the sacred qi of the horn, and still slams into the body of Ding Ning.

However, Ding Ning’s end of the sword is not overwhelming, and the sword of the remnant sword is extremely accurate in picking the flying sword.

Under a stern drink, this handle was consumed a lot of power, and in the future, the flying sword with more powerful penetration was even picked up from Ding Ning's head.

Numerous rain lines fell on the body of Huangpao at this time.

The young women in the yellow robe have already exhausted all the real elements, and at this time they are unable to stop.

Oh...

The clothes on his body were broken, and there were countless tiny blood holes in his body. The whole body could no longer stand, and fell to the ground like a pile of rotten meat.

At the same time, such pictures appeared at the same time. The two young people in Wutong could say that they were surprising and shocking, and they almost ecstasy.

However, at this time, Ding Ning's side, in the ditch under the rain, and silently floated a strange color, it is the gray-black flying sword.

Ding Ning had just tried to stop another blow of another flying sword. At this time, the flying sword was again... How could he be able to stop it?

Seeing that this wine shop boy who has just saved himself once is about to die, the scream of ecstasy in autumn has turned into a mad madness.

His body violently fluctuated in an instant.

Numerous layers of force are constantly struck, like a sharp friction between a sword and a scabbard.

In his mouth and nose, he drips.

However, this invisible rope that was cast at the expense of the life of the Huangpao youth was extremely powerful. Even so, it only uttered a cracking sound, and it did not completely collapse immediately.

Ding Ning's eyes are calm and abnormal at this time.

The remnant sword of his right hand is still going up, but his left hand is already pointing to the gray-black flying sword.

A bang.

Then there was a slap in the face, and the little sword flying from his fingertips once again smashed the flying sword and flew it out again.

(Going out to drink wine today, I ran outside for a day, so although I wrote it now, I am still tired, plus it’s a weekend, so I’m trying to convince myself to be lazy, today I’m going to be more One more, it should be owed to four more. It will be spelled out and pinched with a fist to guarantee.)