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Before Yelu could stretch his ecstatic countenance, the newly revealed face immediately froze, because he saw that when the two fingers of the Wind Love Knife slashed into the air, his body could not move for half a minute, and he felt a strong crisis rush in his heart. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info He found that it was two fingers, it was a divine knife that opened the sky and split the earth, and those two fingers turned into a peerless divine weapon, which slowly descended from the hand of the wind love knife.

Yelu Wuji only felt that time seemed to stop, and he couldn't hear any sound in his ears, even the roaring thunder, he couldn't hear it, and only a huge and incomparably large divine knife slowly slashed towards him in his eyes. He only felt that he was like a small ant, and he had become so pitiful under the divine knife made of the other party's two fingers, that even his resistance had disappeared without a trace at this moment.

There was a look of horror in his eyes, Yelu Wuji trembled, and the god of death slowly approached him, all of which seemed slow but was actually extremely fast. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound, his throat seemed to be choked with something, and from the depths of his soul came a helpless look of fear.

The two fingers of the Wind Love Knife landed an inch away from the red-clothed man's eyebrows and stopped, and then the shocking coercion dissipated in an instant.

Beads of sweat like soybeans poured out of Yelu Wuji's forehead, and his face was dead gray. The fingers that landed in front of his eyebrows gave him an irresistible coercion, and he seemed to feel that as long as those fingers were sent forward, he would immediately be pointed out by those fingers with a hole in the blood gushing out.

"Well, it's still a little bit worse." Feng Liandao let out a long sigh helplessly, and withdrew his two fingers that fell in front of Yelu Wuji's eyebrows. Then, he turned around and stood with his hands in his hands, not looking at Yelu Wuji, whose face was as ashen as death. In his eyes, Yelu Wuji was like a dead man, and he had no intention of killing the other party.

After walking in front of death, Yelu Wuji's fierce fighting spirit instantly disintegrated, and there was not a trace of luster in his stunned eyes. And his lonely expression was even more depressed, he didn't expect that the distance between himself and the Wind Love Knife would be so big, it was a world of difference.

Looking at the middle-aged man standing with his hands in his hands, Yelu Wuji's eyes were filled with a complicated expression. That finger gave him too much shock, although the Wind Love Knife lost its internal strength, it was not something he could match. With just one finger, the other party destroyed all the fighting spirit and fighting intent in his whole body. Could it be that the will of the martial arts, that the realm of the shattered void, he wanted to know.

"You go, you must not step into the territory of my Great Zhou for half a step in this life. Otherwise, even if you chase to the ends of the earth, the wind will kill you. ”

The not loud but deep voice of the Wind Love Knife reached the ears of Yelu Wuji, who was like a lost soul, which made his heart tremble. There was a glimmer of brilliant light in his confused eyes again, and the thin sword in his hand was even tighter, he didn't understand why the other party wanted to let him go. As if he had been granted amnesty, he listened to the words of the wind love knife in his ears, and he only felt that every word of the other party was like a needle prick, inserted into his chest.

The biggest shame in his life was brought to him by the middle-aged man in front of him, and he couldn't give birth to any resistance, he was simply a floating worm shaking a tree. He didn't say a word, the demon-like aura of his body had long since disappeared, and his mind was full of the two fingers that dotted out like a divine knife, the fingers that turned into knives like a divine pen, and the endless coercion of will has been seared into his mind.

Feng Liandao watched Yelu Wuji leave like a lost soul, and layers of rain curtains filled behind him, the wind shuttled in the rain, and the rain fell in the wind. In the white vastness, there was a flash of lightning, and the roaring thunder enveloped the entire imperial capital. The startled thunder and the flashing photoelectric cloth weaved a net of heaven and earth, wrapping the imperial capital to death, and the strange low breath that spread from the sky was even stronger.

Xiao Yujing slapped his palms, and the white gas condensed in the sky rose up and surged towards Zhang Xiaofeng. And Zhang Xiaofeng's eyes froze, the long sword in his hand shook slightly, and suddenly, the white gas condensed in the sky became even more hoarfrost, and what lingered around him was still drops of crystal frost-like rain.

The rain stirred together with the flying white, making a hissing and piercing sound, and the bodies of the two missed again. Above the long sword overflowing with cold light was a stream of frost and white gas, and the halo around Zhang Xiaofeng finally faded a little, and as Xiao Yujing slapped away in the rain, a slight "click" sounded.

The pouring rain fell on Zhang Xiaofeng's body without hindrance, and in the blink of an eye, his white clothes were already wet. The rain ran down his hair and flooded his face, and the rain ran over his sword, washing away the bright stains of blood on his sword and melting into the stream of rain above the ground.

A bolt of lightning lit up, and then a cold light flashed, and Zhang Xiaofeng's figure stabbed out of thin air, and the sword flashed brightly. Zhang Xiaofeng didn't know how many swords he had stabbed out, and he didn't know how many swords the old man had blocked with just a pair of fleshy palms. The figures of the two suddenly parted and merged in the rain.

The surging force split the raindrops that fell from the sky in all directions, and the two intertwined figures spun faster. The rain curtain closed again in an instant, but there was no longer a figure turning in the rain curtain, only the vast rain and the surging energy.

"Hiss, hiss" two sharp sounds sounded in the rain curtain, and the two intertwined figures suddenly separated. Zhang Xiaofeng's sword tip was pointing downward, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, but his condensed gaze revealed a bit of sharpness, like a sword, and he looked at the old man without showing weakness.

Xiao Yujing's figure was a little embarrassed, the sleeves under his palms were all torn, and the rickety back began to have some bows. The gray hair clung to his head, loose and thin. There was still a bit of a gloomy look in Wei Gong's figure, and his blazing eyes began to exude the cloudy color that an old man should have.

Tan Tianya didn't watch any of the battles, she was in the middle of the house, and she didn't leave a single step. There was a little sleepiness in her emaciated countenance, but the pale look of the closed eyes on the bed made her not sleepy at all. She must take good care of the sleeping woman, the ill-fated Feng Xiaocicada.

The rain outside kept falling, hitting the green tiles of the roof, making a dense sound. Outside the window, there was still a white expanse, and when she saw anyone, she felt a coldness surging into her heart for no reason, which made her nerves tremble slightly. It was a chill from the bottom of her heart, which made her feel like she was alone, and it suddenly made her a little scared. There was no sound in the room except for the sound of his own slight breathing, the sound of rain hitting the green tiles.

Suddenly, a black shadow swept in from the door of the house, and a piercing chill rushed straight towards Tan Tianya. Trembling all over, an unprecedented fear surged into his heart, making Tan Tianya can't help but let out a scream: "Ah." Then, she found herself screaming in the rain.

The black shadow's eyes shot a cold light, and a cold light in his hand stabbed towards Tan Tianya, and his movements were extremely fast, which caught people off guard. Tan Tianya faced the sudden assassin, but she didn't have the slightest sense of resistance, she flashed her frightened eyes, and could only watch the cold light stabbing towards her.

Just when the cold light in the black shadow's hand was about to stab Tan Tianya's chest, something flew from the narrow window and deflected the cold light in the black shadow's hand. Talking about the end of the world was horrified, but found that a person jumped in from the window, and she had not yet seen the person who entered through the window.

I saw that the person who jumped in from the window rolled up a narrow saber, and with a slight wave, the black shadow seemed to see something terrifying, and his eyes showed an incredible look. The narrow saber enveloped the black shadow with a thunderous momentum, and the light of the knife pierced into the chest of the man in black without hindrance, with a palpitating blood.

Only then did Tan Tianya see clearly that the person who jumped in from the window was a beautiful woman, coarse cloth clothes, and her thick black hair was pulled up by a wooden hairpin. Although she is dressed like a village woman, she has a unique temperament, the beautiful woman does not wipe the rouge powder, but her skin is like snow, and her face is like pink.

"Don't panic when talking about girls, everything is up to me." The gentle voice of the beautiful woman instantly expelled the coldness in Tan Tianya's heart. From the other party's concerned gaze, she felt a peace of mind that she had never felt before, and the sleepiness in her heart came again, she could no longer control herself, buried her head on the bed, and fell asleep like this.

Seeing this, the beautiful woman couldn't help but shake her head, and threw the black shadow that fell to the ground and died directly through the window.

The earth was white, and in this courtyard, the two intertwined figures had separated, and the old man had run out of oil like a curtain. He walked slowly, and there was a touch of cold-like scorn on his stiff back, and a few dazzling blood-red colors condensed under his staggering steps. But the few drops of red blood soon melted into the stream of rain.

Zhang Xiaofeng let the rain fall on him, his face was calm, and he watched the departing old man walk slowly. "Hiss", without warning, the placket on his chest suddenly cracked, and a dazzling palm print suddenly appeared. And Zhang Xiaofeng's face suddenly became extremely pale, and the aura of his whole body immediately withered.

Not far away, under the dead tree that had just sprouted, stood a middle-aged man wearing a hat. The man was holding a knife in his left and right hands, but the man did not show any breath on his body, and stood quietly like a stone sculpture.

"Next, it's up to you." Zhang Xiaofeng whispered, he seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be explaining. With that, he turned and stepped into the house. There was a lingering smell of frost in the air, which slowly diluted in the heavy rain, and finally was washed away to the point where nothing remained.

Endless qi surged out from all around the Cide Palace, and the surging qi condensed one after another fierce dragons, and those qi roared and rushed towards Wanyan Invincible.

Wanyan Invincible's eyes froze, and his palms flew towards those few breaths. As he continued to wave his palms, his body also moved, and with each palm, the roaring energy quickly disappeared invisibly. And after Yan Invincible slapped away the energy that rushed towards him, he only felt a faint pain in his chest.

"What a great array of heaven-shattering, I didn't expect this legend to be true." The corners of Wanyan Invincible's mouth raised slightly, but there was no surprise.