Chapter 230 Death is eternal regret

"Do it!"

With a sudden order from the Silver Clothes, he took the initiative first, and the dark golden spear in his hand hit Yang Jun's vest like a crossbow arrow.

The three crescent-shaped snow-clear flying knives in the hands of Qingguo Qingcheng shot at Yang Jun. The distance between the three flying knives became larger and larger. It can be foreseeable that when they shot to Yang Jun, the three flying knives just stopped Yang Jun and the space for dodging above. Simply put, the purpose of these three flying knives was not to shoot Yang Jun, but to intercept the three directions that Yang Jun could dodge in advance.

Wen Xin's dragon-patterned spear, Napoleon's broad sword, and the devil's bloodless sword also quickly attacked Yang Jun's chest, waist, abdomen, and thighs. All the attack power was the only thing that was the Hong Yixin's spear that was willing to let water pierced the slowest, leaving Yang Jun's left front.

Yang Jun smiled indifferently, closed his eyes, and listened to the sound of weapons breaking through the air, the vulture sword in his hand swished and swished three swords. As soon as the three swords came out, he heard three "ding ding ding" sounds around him. The three crescent-shaped flying swords around his body changed directions, one shot at Napoleon, one shot at Wenxin Diaolong, and the other shot at the Demon King without blood.

The attacks of the three people suddenly stopped. The three people's weapons moved and all the flying knives that were shooting at them were shot to the ground.

At this time, the dark golden spear of the Silver Clothes had already reached Yang Jun's vest. Although Yang Jun could not see it, his ears moved. He put the vulture sword in his hand on his back. On the side of his body, the dark golden spear immediately turned to the vulture sword on Yang Jun's back.

"when!"

The spear stabbed the big knife of the romantic bully.

"Swish swish swish swish."

At this time, the Qingguo Qingcheng shot three more flying knives.

"Ding Ding Ding..."

Yang Jun's vulture sword hit the three flying knives again, but this time the three flying knives all rushed towards Yinyihou. Yang Jun closed his eyes, not knowing whether Yinyihou should block or avoid it, but he knew that Yinyihou's gun did not continue to attack. At this moment, Yang Jun's closed eyes suddenly opened and saw that Napoleon was standing with a grim smile less than three meters away opposite him.

Do you want to kill me?

Yang Jun chuckled secretly in his heart, and the vulture sword in his hand suddenly stabbed Napoleon. Yang Jun was nearly three meters away from Napoleon. His sword was only one meter above the head, and his arms were less than two meters long. How could he stab Napoleon? Yang Jun knew this truth, but he still stabbed him without hesitation.

On the way to stab, a thin layer of black light on the vulture sword flashed towards the tip of the sword from the hilt. The black light flashed by, and the vulture sword suddenly grew more than a meter.

"puff……"

The sudden growth blade penetrated through Napoleon's neck.

"Ha ha!"

One sword took Napoleon, Yang Jun laughed a long time ago, and the growing vulture sword did not retract, and swept horizontally towards the bewitching country beside Napoleon.

When Fu Guo Qingcheng saw it, he was shocked and immediately retreated at full speed. When she retreated, Napoleon beside her was dead, the encirclement surrounding Yang Jun was naturally broken. Yang Jun followed her back and chased after her, with the vulture sword in her hand pointing straight at her eyebrows. Fu Guo Qingcheng retreated quickly, and Yang Jun also chased him quickly. The distance between the two quickly narrowed. It was already more than four meters apart. In a blink of an eye, the vulture sword in Yang Jun's hand reached about a foot in front of her eyebrows.

The vulture sword can be longer, but he has to concentrate on giving orders to Yu'er. At this time, Yang Jun had no time to give orders to Yu'er, because if he delayed it, the country would be dodged.

"Hurry and hurry!"

"Save Qingcheng quickly..."

Behind Yang Jun, Yinyi Hou, Fengli Bully and others rushed over.

Just then, Yang Jun suddenly laughed.

Fu Guoqingcheng faced Yang Jun and suddenly saw Yang Jun laughing. She felt that she knew it was not good, but she hadn't figured out what was wrong.

"Bang!"

Her butt quickly retreated and touched a chair. Because of inertia and because of Yang Jun's vulture sword pointing at one foot of her eyebrows, although Fu Guoqingcheng's lower body was blocked by the chair, her upper body was tilted back with an iron bridge. Yang Jun's vulture sword followed him and Fu Guoqingcheng's upper body leaned back. The chair was hit by her butt and flew out, but she was trapped below her lower abdomen. It was this time that Yang Jun chased and stabbed her brow and suddenly slashed down.

"Crazy..."

The sword blade broke through the chest and abdomen of Qingguo Qingcheng, and blood immediately poured out of the body from the broken wound.

"ah……"

I felt my stomach chills, my internal organs surge outward, and the beautiful country shrieked instinctively.

With one sword, Yang Jun had already felt that Yinyihou and others had already chased him. He suddenly jumped up and jumped. Yang Junren broke through the window next to him and walked into the rain curtain outside the house.

"Chirp!"

With an eagle roar, the vulture sword in Yang Jun's hand quickly grew in the rain curtain, and it turned into a huge vulture in the blink of an eye. With a long sound, it circled in the rain curtain. The feathers had already flew to Yang Jun's feet, holding Yang Jun away quickly, and disappeared in the dark rain curtain in the distance.

Apart from the crackling sound of heavy rain falling outside the house, the hall fell into silence.

Death is always even more ugly, and the smile on Yinyi Hou's face gradually disappears.

The seven people who took action were the Silver Swordsman, the Demonic Man, the Confucian Man, the Confucian Man, the Confucian Man, the Confucian Man, the Confucian Man, the Confucian Man, the Confucian Man, and the Demon King were dead in a blink of an eye. During their siege, the evil swordsman killed two in a blink of an eye. This was not only a shame for the dead Napoleon and the Confucian Man, but also a shame for the still alive Confucian Man, and the death of the Shame was shared forever. Because it was his order.

"Hold!"

The romantic bully vomited a dirty word and sat back to his seat angrily.

The Demon King slowly inserted his sword back into his scabbard without seeing blood and returned to his seat silently.

The dragon pattern gun in Wen Xin Diaolong's hand turned into a beam of gray light and retracted back into his palm. He also returned to his seat with a blank expression.

Hong Yixin finally showed a smile on her face tonight. With a smile, he returned to his seat happily.

Yinyi Hou looked at the direction where the evil swordsman disappeared and stood silently for a long time.

Is my martial arts much worse than theirs?

Yinyi Hou thought sadly.

In addition to the evil swordsman, the other person in his heart is the believer of the Huaji. It is generally recognized that the believer of the Huaji is stronger than the evil swordsman, and the result of his Silver-Yuhou and six people siege the evil swordsman together. It is already a fact that he is not as good as the evil swordsman. If the believer of the Huaji is stronger than the evil swordsman, then he is naturally even less than that of the Huaji believer.

He took the dark golden spear in his hand back into his body, and Yinyi Hou lowered his head slightly toward his seat.

"well!"

Death is always a sudden sigh.

Hearing his sigh, everyone subconsciously looked at him.

"If the believer made a move just now, how could the evil swordsman be so arrogant..."

As he said, death is forever looking forward to the believers of the halberd who have been sitting in their seats. He hopes that the believers of the halberd will admit their mistakes to him. In that case, he will feel that the believers of the halberd will follow his life again.

The Silver Clothes Hou, the Demon King's Bloodlessness and others also looked at the believers of the Painted Hell with eternal gaze.

The martial arts that the evil swordsman showed before leaving just now made these people realize the power of first-class masters again, and this understanding gave them a higher positioning of the value of the believers of the Painting Ji.

With a faint sneer, the believer of the Huaji stood up from his seat and strode out the door, leaving only a plain word for death forever and for everyone.

"It's late at night, I'm leaving."

"It's late at night...I'm leaving?"

After the believer of Huaji left, death was always looking at the open door, and he muttered this sentence in a daze. When he was just a small businessman, the believer of Huaji began to follow him. After so many years, the believer of Huaji never disappointed him. He hoped that the believer of Huaji would do whatever he wanted.

But today the believers of Huaji were dissatisfied with him, because the believers of Huaji never left like this without regard for his opinions.

Yinyihou waited for a while and then left.

After they all left, death is the eternal son. The prodigal little fat man walked out of the small door behind. The little fat man walked out and asked carelessly: "Dad, didn't you admire that evil swordsman very much before? In order to make him grateful to you, you gave him the secret book of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm, and killed your son. But why do you seem to dislike him very much recently? Today he even ordered to kill him. What are you thinking?"

Regarding the son's problem, Death always smiled bitterly and sighed, rubbed his eyebrows, and sighed, "Oh, your father, I still don't have enough cultivation in his mind! Yesterday, when I heard the news that the Snow Eagle City was lost and the Wen Xin Diaolong and the Evil Swordsman were killed once, I was very disappointed with him and Wen Xin Diaolong, because they lost Xue Yingcheng without rushing for half a night. When I heard that news, Wen Xin Diaolong and the Evil Swordsman became synonymous with incompetence in your father's heart. Thinking of me paying them an annual salary of one million every year, when I saw them, I couldn't help but feel angry. Wen Xin Diaolong was better, at least he was good at commanding troops, but what would the evil swordsman do? I used to think that he had good martial arts skills, but the news he received this time was that he died once, so I..."

Death is never finished, and his son interrupted and asked, "Dad, do you know that Wen Xin Diaolong and the Evil Swordsman have both died once, then you must know that their skills today are only half as good as before? You know that their skills are only half, and you will send them to seize the Snow Eagle City tonight? You only gave the Evil Swordsman five hundred soldiers? Dad! You don't like them, and want to take this opportunity to make them die again, right?"

Death is always a bitter smile and nodding.
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