Chapter 740 (1/2)

”You can't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, running to the end and never coming back!”

With a burst of loud and clear sound, Wang Xiaojian displayed his skill of drinking wine. In a flash, he appeared in front of a master of Chunyang gate.

The silver sword turned into a silver light, and the sound of ”puff” pierced his chest and made his face tremble with blood dripping.

The head of the sect, Yang Feng, the second elder, Shang Zhizhang, and the third elder, Cai Qin, are shocked. Then the voice of Wang Xiaojian rings again!

”If you don't see the bright mirror in the high hall, your hair will be sad and white. It will be like green silk in the morning and snow in the evening.”

Brush!

In the startled eyes of the sect leader Yang Feng, Wang Xiaojian's eyes are like electricity.

As he read poetry in his mouth, the figure flashed again and disappeared from their view.

Not yet. The female hall leader, who was about 40 that year, responded.

A silver sword light, into a hole through the chest of the awn.

Poof ~

her body shook and her pupils contracted.

When the pain came from the chest, Wang Xiaojian's unrestrained and unrestrained face appeared in front of his eyes.

She looked down and saw her pierced chest, blood dripping.

As Wang Xiaojian drew out his sword, the blood gushed, and his body fell to the ground.

Then, Wang Xiaojian's cold voice sounded again.

”Don't let the moon make you happy.”

”I am born of nature, and I will be useful. After all my money is gone, I will come back again!”

It was a wonderful poem, full of artistic conception.

No matter at the foot of the mountain, or the disciples of the spirit sword sect, they have presented the scene of a poem fairy raising a glass to invite the bright moon.

However, in the ears of the sect leader Yang Feng, the second elder Shang Zhizhang, and the Third Elder Cai Qin, they are all cold and cold.

There is no place to hide.

The hairs of the hair stand upside down.

The two hall leaders around him died one after another, which made the three elders Cai Qin look frightened and collapsed.

There was only one thought in her mind, and that was running.

If you don't run, you die!

She urged the unique body method of Chunyang gate and turned to run. However, she had not run two steps, and her body suddenly shocked.

A silver sword, cut through the air, pierced her back heart.

Poof!

Ah!

The blood stained tip of the sword comes out of CAI Qin's chest.

The pain of tearing heart and lung made her send out a scream of fear.

Blood gushed from the throat.

With the sword drawn out, the chest of the three elders Cai Qin spurted blood, and his body slowly fell down.

Her eyes were dim and her body slowly turned into a cold corpse.

However, Wang Xiaojian did not stop. He held the silver snake sword in his hand, and his voice sounded again.

”If you want to cook sheep and kill cattle for fun, you need to drink 300 cups at a time.”

In the plain, everyone is excited.

Looking at the figure with his sword in his hand and his poem.

A lot of people have reflected on it.

He is not only a magistrate, but also a poet.

At the moment, clearly killing people, but the poetry in his mouth, but the picture in front of him, there is a kind of bloody beauty, full of artistic conception.

Wang Zhaojun was so excited that she liked to see him recite poems.

Daji's charming and suffocating small face shows an obsessed expression.

Diao Chan's beautiful eyes ripple, her soft heart, surging up.

However, it is for the onlookers that the fine artistic conception brought about by the wine.

At this time, both the head of the sect, Yang Feng, and the two elders, Shang Zhizhang, felt the murderous opportunity of senleng, full of sweat.

They don't know what kind of sword Wang Xiaojian uses.

But they had a premonition that they were dying.

While Wang Xiaojian was reading poems, the shadow that could not be captured was carrying the opportunity of killing. When it came, Shang Zhizhang, the second elder, began to collapse.

However, he did not run, roared and raised the knife in his hand.

”Wang Xiaojian, go to death, I will die with you!”