and Killing

Author: Yao Jishan

and Killing

Wei Shu's figure suddenly turned slightly to one side, and then she raised her left hand slightly.

Like a beauty who is too drunk, or like a young girl who raises her sleeves and sweeps her temples, her waist is slender and her steps are light. Her black robe suddenly resembles a black lotus in the sky, its fragrance disappears and blends into the night.

"clang--"

The iron gun roared suddenly, shattering the spring light in the sky, a ball of silver light suddenly exploded in the air, and blood spurted out in all directions.

A priest with a face full of oil paint pressed his left ribs, his eyes popped out, and he made a sound of "uh-huh" in his throat. His exposed skin quickly turned blue-gray, and a large amount of black blood spilled from his mouth and nose. He did not fall to the ground.

Already expiring.

"Clang", the steel knife hidden under the robe fell to the ground, but it turned out that the man was actually carrying a sharp weapon, and the weapon hit the ground before the body. Then, the priest hit the ground with a "bang".

At that moment, the wound on his left rib was filled with black blood, mixed with a foul smell. The body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, but there was a weird smile on his face, as if he was doing something.

It's a beautiful dream, but it looks terrible.

"Killing! Killing!"

Someone screamed, and the crowd was in chaos.

A group of wizards and shamans saw that suddenly there were guns, swords, and a dead person around them. The black blood flowed all over the floor. Even though they often pretended to be gods and ghosts, they were frightened out of their wits by the terrifying corpse.

They were running around like flies. And most of the three hundred cavalry were now crowded on the shore. They couldn't restrain them for a while, and the scene became more and more chaotic.

Ah Fu held the sword in his hand, pointed the tip of the sword to the ground, and stood gracefully outside the crowd, his face covered with black gauze fluttering in the strong wind, without saying a word.

Gun Ba San at the other end was obviously not as calm as her. At this moment, his face was flushed, his breathing was rapid, and his chest was rising and falling.

Just now, he and Ah Fu were fighting back and forth, but his spear was swung away by Wei Shu, who pushed Ah Fu's poisonous sword to the side and rear, hitting a mountain villa killer disguised as a priest, causing him to be poisoned to death.

It was also the first time that Qian Ba ​​San faced off against a master at the top of the list. He was shocked to realize that although Arrow Eleven was only a young man, his internal strength was as powerful as the Yangtze River.

Also borrowed from him, Gun Ba San had to use all his internal energy to fight against him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the surging zhenqi surged in, it suddenly withdrew again. Qianba San was unable to withdraw the force in time and was instead burdened by it. At this time, he only felt that the blood and qi in his body were surging, and his Dantian was swollen and painful as if on fire. It was obvious that he had suffered the pain.

Internal injuries, fortunately not serious.

He was trying his best to adjust his breath, when suddenly he felt a dark shadow flash before his eyes, and a rusty iron hook suddenly approached.

Qian Ba ​​San was horrified. He had no time to think about how Senior Gou Ba's weapon was actually in Jian Shi Shi's hands. The spear in his palm shook in the wind, and the white tassel was as white as snow. Thousands of frost blossoms bloomed, protecting his whole body tightly.

Airtight.

His momentum had been taken away by the sword strike just now. When he saw the enemy coming, he instinctively took a defensive position and did not dare to attack again.

However, the iron hook seemed to be able to turn, and it actually struck diagonally from beyond the thousands of snowy shadows. It used a sword technique that could "sweep thousands of armies", and it was so wonderful that it struck diagonally again and again.

The flying snow in the sky was immediately torn open, and in the blink of an eye, the rusty hook tip was already within a few inches.

The smell of blood and rust went straight to his mouth and nose. Gun Ba San was slightly panicked, but his feet were calm. He stepped backwards on the seven-star step, dragging the body of the gun back with his hand.

Thousands of layers of snow suddenly fluttered into the air, and the tip of the gun became soft and weak, implying a "tangled" strength. The gun body used the elasticity of the white wax rod to circle around and spread into a huge flower.

Guarded very closely.

However, with this step of retreat, there was a gap in the encirclement formed by everyone in the villa.

This time around Wei Shu, there were eight experts in the villa. In addition to Ah Fu and Ba San, the other six were summoned temporarily. Only one of them had been killed just now. Now, even though there are only seven of them, they can form a formation.

.

Seeing that Wei Shu was about to break out of the encirclement with one move, she shouted "Hu" and "Hu" twice, and a long knife on each side of her left and right attacked in time.

The sword wielders are twin brothers, about 20 years old and similar in appearance. Their sword skills are also combined strikes. One wields a long-handled brow-tip sword, and the other holds a large ring sword. Their lengths complement each other, and they can be used widely.

Together, powerful and strong.

At this time, the two brothers slashed at Wei Shu's right shoulder and swept Wei Shu's left leg. Their swords flashed like fierce tigers, and they instantly closed the gap.

At this time, Wei Shu's movement changed again, no longer as light as before, but rising and falling suddenly like a giant, as if in front and behind, as if there was no place in the world that she couldn't go to, she was free and easy, with the wind blowing from all directions, making it difficult for people to move.

See where it's going.

A faint sweet fragrance floats in at this moment.

In an instant, the dangerous encirclement seemed to have disappeared, replaced by a chaotic red rain, red doors and embroidered doors, a quiet east wind blew through the courtyard, a girl in a red dress stood under the willow tree, and a pair of colorful flowers flew gracefully in front of the flower window.

Butterfly, the silver powder between the wings of the butterfly is shining, the fragrance is peaceful, indifferent and distant.

"Woo——"

Above the long river, a shrill whistle suddenly sounded.

The wind and flowers all over the garden suddenly dispersed, the cold light was like iron, the broken shadows were like stars, and the sky and the earth were covered with green sword shadows. But it turned out that Ah Fu had struck with another sword, and Wei Shu's black robe was cut by the sword energy, and pieces of it were cut.

Pieces of rags are flying like ink butterflies.

Surrounded by enemies from all sides, Wei Shu's figure was as steep as a red shadow. She slid to the side under the shadow of the sword in the sky, swung her hook diagonally and struck directly at the eyebrow tip on her left side.

"Well done," the swordsman on the left shouted, and with his arms trembling, he displayed his unique skill "Nine-cut Sword Technique". He cut nine times with one sword, which was unrivaled. The air around him seemed to be chopped by the blade, and there was a vague explosion.

The sound came.

However, that sword-like light was in vain.

The iron hook with the smell of blood suddenly dropped, falling straight down, without any structure, but also unexpectedly.

Caught off guard, the swordsman on the left changed his moves and swept the blade across. There was a "clang" sound and the iron hook had already fallen to the ground. It turned out that Wei Shu had thrown away the iron hook, and a black robe suddenly appeared on the left.

, it actually fit and crashed into the sword net behind him.

Is she crazy?

Almost everyone has this thought.

Ah Fu's sword is smeared with poison, which will kill him if he touches it. Just now, the villa companions died tragically, which shows that the poison is extremely strong, but Arrow Eleven wants to force his way through?

It's a good opportunity.

The two men with long swords looked at each other. The twin brothers had the same mind. They each swung the swords in their hands. The light of the swords lit up again, and the sharp edge suddenly increased by three feet. The second strike came first, and it cut straight into Wei Shu's back and heart.

But Wei Shu was completely unaware of the long sword behind her. She neither turned back to save herself, nor turned sideways to dodge. The iron sword in her palm pointed straight forward, heading straight for Ah Fu.

There was almost no change in this move, which looked extremely sincere, but it swept away all the blue shadows in the sky. And in Ah Fu's eyes, the point of the sword seemed to be everywhere, making it inevitable for her to avoid it, and the more it became more

As she got closer, the tip of the sword became wider and wider, and the feeling on her became heavier and heavier. In the end, it was like the pressure of a mountain peak and the pouring of a river, which gave her an inexplicable feeling of fear.

"Ding", the two swords clashed, and the sound of Qingyue's sword was like the roar of a dragon.
Chapter completed!