Chapter 123： Aftermath (1/2)

The flames of light illuminated the surroundings, and the girl's eyes were unbelievable, and she said aloud, ”Besides the cliff, Houshan is Laoshan. How did you get up?”

Listening to the girl's voice, Pei Ziyun's eyes were cold, and the visitor was not good. Is it a cottage enemy?

”kill!”

There were more than twenty mountain people around him, with murderous on their bodies, and the swords on the waist were pulled out. The swords were in the fire light with a sense of murder, and they screamed, surrounded and besieged. The momentum was amazing.

”kill”

Pei Ziyun pulled out the long sword, sneered, and the sword light suddenly burst out. The flare of the sword flew out instantly, and a thin force of hair was on the knife. The long knife was tilted and almost released.

”噗” A blood hole appeared in the throat of this person for a moment.

Then the sword light was cut off, and Pei Ziyun's figure appeared. When he reached the right rib of the person, the person could not escape at all. In, the sword tip passed through the viscera and stirred.

”Uh ...” He said time and time, and the two fell down with a sullen hum.

”Kill, follow the master to kill the enemy.”

”Kill, kill him!” Someone screamed, and a few knives were cut off instantly.

”Flash!”

At this moment, a burst of white light exploded in an instant, and everyone's eyes brightened, and they could not see immediately.

”Kill!” Pei Ziyun flashed to the left, the sword picked, the sharp point penetrated into one's left, and then pulled out, another flash, the sword relentlessly penetrated into one's heart.

He moved along, Jianguang flashed, and his throat was torn and blood splashed around him.

The flash effect faded, and the mountain warrior pounced on, seeing the thriller, screaming: ”Witchcraft, witchcraft of the high priest!”

”Don't panic.” Just then, a middle-aged mountaineer came up and shouted, ”Come to come!”

Sword light came head-on.

”Warrior, warrior!” The shy mountain folk warriors who had been timid all shouted,

There was a cloud in the sky, and it dispersed at this moment. The cold moonlight and the shining starlight, Jianjian, and Jianguang flashed. The middle-aged mountaineer's head flew out. At this time, he opened his mouth wide and suffered a bit of misery. Call out.

The cry was less than a tenth of a second, and the body rushed forward, the servant fell down, fell to the ground, and stood up, half-upright, and cut off his head, and a large red and white thing popped up. Then there were no more sounds or movements, and he fell down again.

Until then, Pei Ziyun retreated for the first time, avoiding two swords.

It is extraordinary to make Pei Ziyun concede. The two people in front of him are both very bright, but they are only a teenager. Although they are tall, they have a childish face, and there is another middle-aged man with a soaring eyebrow and a face. Wind and frost.

”It is the sword technique developed in the killing.”

”It's a bit like a sword in the army, it's just weirder.”

The stalemate was short-lived. The next moment, the three of them staggered, listening only to the sound of a ”slap,” a shoulder cut off his arm and flew out, his fingers stretched out in midair, as if he wanted to catch something, but only air.

With a bang, Pei Ziyun blocked the attack from the young man, and the middle-aged man who lost his arm clenched the knife in his right hand. Moonlight reflected on his face, without any pain, but he seemed to bring some anger, and continued to rush before.

”噗”

This time the long sword pierced from the left side, the middle-aged man's eyes opened wide, and the blood fountain spurted out. Pei Ziyun drew his sword sharply and backed away, and again opened the young man's knife.

”You are so young without a master, and the sword is so horrible that you are born with spirituality.”

”Unfortunately, meet me, or die!”

I can make Pei Ziyun unable to keep his hands. Both of them are hard-working and precise martial arts people. However, this young man is still above the line.

Sword is the art of war, so Pei Ziyun first killed the weak first-line people. For a moment, the two did not act immediately, but just stood still.

It was only a second or two. The young man's eyes appeared to be murderous. Childishness had been replaced by a dark and terrible killing intention. Suddenly, the young man and the leopard rushed up. This was a lightning strike.

”Bound!” Perhaps a gap just now was for the purpose of accumulating strength and murderous power. Unfortunately, Pei Ziyun was not just a warrior. This gap also gave him the opportunity to perform.

The juvenile's body was stiff, which was almost negligible, but the victory and death had been separated. Jian Guangxi penetrated the skin, cut the muscles, cut off the nerves and blood vessels, and penetrated the heart.