Chapter 341

"He's just taking advantage of you. Why is Zhili so sad?" Rather more gather together to Zhi glass ear light language way, in his opinion, the fourth young master of the Zhang family should die.

"Maybe so, but at least he gave me a more stable life than before. Although it's not as good as having enough to eat and sleep when you meet brother ningyue, it's much better than when you were still in that dark college at the beginning. You know each other clearly but you have to watch out for each other. Moreover, if he hadn't taken me away on the day of destruction, Zhili might have died long ago. "

Zhi Li sighs softly, subconsciously reaches out her hand and presses her navel, where she still keeps the tattoo sign of dark stone college, which is her last contact with her.

"This time, Zhili doesn't want to save him. I owe him. It's all paid off. I just want to see you again at the end, the last side. Besides, sister Shuangchen must be there too... "

In front of them, Sima Haiwei stands in front of the wind, standing at the front of the snow dragon's back. The cold night wind sweeps in, and his blood stained and slightly ragged robes flutter.

He has kept this posture for a long time, and has not changed since he came up.

Behind him, red Feng, who had wiped the flame night, put his sword into the scabbard and asked in a deep voice, "for the Zhang family, kill them all?"

"Do you think that for a great family who had been in power and power for many years and eventually launched a rebellion, which emperor would not choose to suffer forever?" Sima Haiwei didn't look back, didn't even open his eyes, so he answered.

Chifeng nodded slightly and said again: "you must have been waiting for a long time for the things tonight. Maybe you have thought about hundreds of possibilities in your heart. But I'm afraid I didn't think that I would be able to do it all in one net? "

Sima Haiwei replied: "all in one? It's not so easy. What I want to do is to break the foundation of those who have misdeeds, and then deter the rest of those who have no courage. At least, as long as I win tonight, those wall grass who are hesitant will be safe for many years. "

"I hope it..." red front a sigh, it seems that there is something to say. Looking down at the night scene of Yinyi city below, he has begun to enter the south of the city, and several clusters of fire light in front of him can be seen.

It should be the end of the battle.

"Yan Xiao, it seems that you are not satisfied tonight. Just a moment. Soon, there will be enough blood for you

……

Tick, tick.

The blood drips down the blade, not the blood of the enemy, but the blood of the sword holder himself.

The commander of Jishou, Cheng Qianshan, was not as sharp as he had been at the beginning. He lowered his hands and slightly struggled to hold his double swords. The blade was covered with blood and there were several gaps. His eyes were in a trance. It seemed that if he didn't pay attention, his eyes might close and never open again.

The end of the game is tragic.

There are corpses all over the place. It's hard to tell which side each corpse belongs to. The broken arms and bodies are soaked in the blood water, full of strong stench.

"It's so stubborn. I've told you that the real master of the Empire has come back. After tonight, the imperial power will be overthrown. Why do you resist like this? "

Sitting on the eaves, Yuwen Daoming is holding his sword. Compared with the scars of the people who can still stand below, he is not injured. The rags of his robes are not damaged in the battle.

"I'm afraid you don't believe these words, do you?" The person who replied to him was a general in red armor. His helmet had been shot down in the battle, and he was standing there with his hair on his head. What he held in his hands was also a shot and a sword that he later captured in the battle.

Even if it was the elite Red Army of the Empire, the casualties in this battle were also more than half.

"No, you'll see soon. Almost. It's time for the last dinner. "

Yuwen Daoming gave a cruel smile. With a snap of his fingers, twenty or thirty strange figures stood up on the eaves behind him. The outline seemed to be a thin human figure, but it was obviously different.

Looking back, Zhang Wu, the fourth young master of the Zhang family, snorted: "Yuwen Daoming, what the hell are you doing? From the beginning to the end, you haven't sent all the fighting power of your men. "

"Isn't that obvious? Let your fighting power be almost consumed, and I'll take advantage of it. Tonight, there are so many people struggling in the game, but there can only be one winner in the end. I don't want to win, but at least, I promise I won't lose, I can make a steady profit

Yuwen Daoming sneered, picked up his sword, turned to look down at an isolated figure in the sea of corpses, and cried: "sword ghost, they all obey your instructions, and kill to the utmost! People here are your prey! "

"Prey, death."

Under the untidy hair of the man known as sword ghost, there was a cold flash in his muddy eyes. However, when he looked up, his eyes were quietly frozen.

In front of him, a thin figure stood there, with a light silver light on his sword.

"Brother, that's enough. Don't you remember at all?"

Su Qian cried with a crying voice, his sword hand trembling gently. However, the decision in her heart is gradually firm. Next, if she wants to fight, she won't hesitate any more.

Between brother and sister, there must be only one.

"Kill."

Su Qing drinks coldly, and in an instant, he rushes out to attack. The rusty iron sword in his hand runs towards the side, and the shadow stabs hard.

Whoa!

The blade runs through the armor, and the one who was hit was a soldier of the red flaming Legion. However, the sword was not enough to kill. Under the helmet, there was a banter smile on his bloody face.

Hold the blade with the left backhand to prevent the opponent from drawing the sword. When his right hand pulled at his waist, a serrated dagger cut out instantly.

Such a close distance, even if not dead, can also bring a little damage to each other.

Even if it's... Revenge for the comrades who died under his sword!

Boom!

However, a large amount of blood mixed with visceral fragments splashed out from the armor, and the body that just stood up suddenly fell down, and it was no longer human.

Su Qing pulls out the iron sword from the broken armor and splashes the blood on the ground. On his thin face, without any pity, he was numb.

"Su Qian step down, he's not your brother!"

In a twinkling, Cheng Qianshan leaps forward with his double swords. After a long battle, his consumption is serious, less than 60% of the peak state. However, as the commander of Jishou, he would never allow any of his subordinates to continue to die in front of him.

Ping!

Compared with the initial time, Su Qing didn't seem to know that he was tired, his strength remained unchanged, and he was full of arrogance.

At the moment after the collision, he didn't change his moves, just slightly trembled. Behind him, a strange shadow leaped out from each side. It was the strange appearance of Yuwen Daoming's new subordinate, half man and half devil.

Whoa!

With a stroke of the sword's tip and a splash of blood light, Cheng Qianshan's sword fell to the ground with a pain in his left hand. At the same time, he dodged to the side and watched another dark shadow pass through his side and directly attack Su Qian in the rear.

"I won't - lose to you!"

The silver light suddenly flashed. Su Qian's sword quickly opened the attack blade first, then turned around and ran into the opponent's arms, turning his left hand and palming out.

Bang!

The shadow fell back, but Su Qian didn't have time to show a hint of joy, and her eyes suddenly glared, full of fear.

On her side, the two bodies that should have been dead stood up and sprang forward.

"Be careful!"

When he saw thousands of people in this scene, he drank a warning. In a flash, he snorted again. When he looked down, he hit a sword under his rib again, and a fast figure passed through his side.

Ping Ping——

Whoa!

The sword light moves, the spattering blood drops are broken, and in the wind, for this area like Shura field, there is no difference between a few more corpses.

Bang! Bang!

The two shadows fell down, and the disheveled figures stood in the middle of their original position with iron swords. They looked back slowly, and looked at Su Qian, who was stunned. There was a hoarse voice under his trembling lips.

"Qianqian, are you ok?"

Whoa!

Not waiting for Su Qian to answer, a big hold of dirty blood splashed on her face, subconsciously hurried back. He raised his hand to wipe away the blood stains in front of his eyes, and then looked at them. Suddenly he lost his voice and screamed.

A blade runs through Su Qing's body. In front of him, the man holding the sword is Yuwen Daoming.

"I don't need pieces that don't work."

With a cold hum, Yuwen Daoming kicks his sword and knocks Su Qing down. Then, his cruel eyes fall on Su Qian and says with a grim smile, "are you his sister? Well, it's just that I'm missing a sword ghost's subordinate. I'll take you to make it up! "

The next moment, the sword twisted, he roared out.

At the same moment, Su Qian raised his head and glared, his eyes were completely filled with burning anger.

Ping!

The gap of strength has not changed because of anger.

Kneel down to the ground, Su Qian is not willing to look at the sword hanging in his hand.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt very much."

Yu Wen Dao Ming sneers, his left hand explores, locks Su Qian's throat and lifts it. In his right hand, a porcelain vase has been held out.

Struggling to shake his head, however, Su Qian can only make some vague sound, bleeding arm has been unable to raise, can only watch each other do whatever they want. All around the battlefield, the strong men of various forces are fighting fiercely. They have no time to take care of this side.

"Just swallow it, I promise. The feeling after that will make you want to have sex - ah!"

Suddenly, Yuwen Daoming's voice stopped and a mouthful of dirty blood came out of his mouth.

At the same time, as soon as his hand moves loose, Su Qian takes the opportunity to step back. Regardless of the pain in his left hand, he grabs his opponent's sword, which is inserted upside down on the earth. Without thinking much, he raises a stroke.

Yuwen Daoming suddenly roared with rage. He crushed the porcelain bottle with five fingers of his right hand and smashed it with one punch. Su Qian's sword attack was smashed with strong force, which knocked the whole person to the ground.

However, the sharp pain from his thigh added another point. In that part, a hand dyed red pierced his flesh and blood, and his fingertips pricked out. It was Su Qing's hand, half human and half ghost lying on the ground, only the left arm was raised and stabbed Yuwen Daoming in the thigh“ Damn, when are you going to fight me! " Yuwen Daoming roared wildly. He grasped the falling sword half a meter away with five fingers of his right hand. Xuanli handed it back to his palm and cut it back. The sword falls, the arm breaks. Unexpectedly, Su Qing seems to be awakened by a sharp pain. Slovenly long hair suddenly stares at her eyes. She hits the ground with one hand and rises up. Unexpectedly, Yu Wen Daoming falls to the ground. With one arm's strength, they hold each other tightly and roll on the ground together“ Qianqian, do it, kill it The corner of his mouth is bleeding. Su Qing's voice is very light, but for Su Qian, who is on the side, he can hear it clearly. And in her hand, is her sword, when Su Qing disappeared, the only sword left“ Elder brother... "I hold my sword in my hand. However, looking at the rolling two, Su Qian is still hesitating, slightly twisted face tangled more than“ Go away With a scold from Yu Wen Dao Ming, Su Qing's body trembles violently and shoots blood arrows to lift and fall. In the turbid eyes that he was about to close, the last thing he saw was a light of dancing sword, bright and cold. And it's absolutely lethal. Whoa!