You can't learn from Geshu, so you can walk around Qinghai with a knife at night, and take a purple robe with a slaughter in the West Stone Fort.

Looking at Zhao Ziyue's graceful figure flying in the air, Cheng Ziyi suddenly thought of the great poet Li Taibai, a very bold poem.

I saw Zhao Ziyue in the air, diving downwards like an eagle rushing into a rabbit. The sword was facing, and he was moving forward! The world was surrounded by this domineering aura, and a scent of slaughter filled the air.

Waka forgot his roots and used all his strength to sway his sword to resist the attacking sword in the air.

clang--

The sound of metal interchange vibrates the fragile air. The harsh sound is very far away. It makes people hear it in their ears and only feel their scalp numb.

What made Wakago forget his original heart was that with all his strength, he could not stop the whereabouts of the other party's saber. The samurai sword he held in his hand retreated again and again until it stopped on his shoulder.

Zhao Ziyue's eyes flashed, and his right arm raised upwards, and pulled back with force. The sharp blade of the saber blade hung a scarlet red. A big hole was made on Huge's shoulder, and blood flowed down the black warrior uniform like intoxicated blood. He screamed in pain and hurriedly retreated. The knife that Zhao Ziyue cut down with anger had already made him feel exhausted. After such a knife was taken on his shoulder, he probably would have been useless.

How could he give him a chance? Zhao Ziyue slid forward and slashed in the waist. The force was strong and powerful, and it was completely a way to cut the mountain knife.

In a hurry, Waka-Wu Ben held up his sword to block it. This time the samurai sword broke down with a sound, and the blade with anger paused for a moment and continued to chop towards Waka-Wu Ben's waist.

ah--

Waka forgets her roots and cuts through the sky with a tragic scream.

Zhao Ziyue was puzzled. Why did the saber that was half cut seemed to encounter an iron plate? The saber that exposed half of the blade did not move.

I don't know when a group of brightly colored butterflies danced around the saber in his hand.

Onmyoji!

Zhao Ziyue was shocked. He heard from the old beggar. This Onmyoji is the strangest industry in Japan. A few days ago, when the old beggar tried himself, he used the Yin-Yang technique, which made the gods, lions, gods, big snakes, and all were paper tigers. Of course, the old beggar just applied a little fur. If you meet a real Onmyoji, you should be careful. Their Yin-Yang technique is something that confuses people's nerves.

Zhao Ziyue put away his knife and slashed at the group of colorful butterflies.

For a moment, paper confetti flew.

Waka escaped by forgot his origins and got out of the distance, wailing and wailing.

At this time, everyone saw a man covered in a black robe standing silently beside Wakawon himself. His whole body was hidden in the black robe. It was indescribable strange.

He waved his hand gently, and the butterfly on the ground that was originally chopped into pieces by Zhao Ziyue was alive again. He danced and flew to him, surrounding him and surrounded him.

Ziyi and Yanan were stunned. This scene was so weird, just like a magic trick.

A gloomy voice came from the black robe: "You are very good! Qilin. But compared to me, you are still too weak... I will give you a year, and I will come to you again in a year. I just hope you don't let me down at that time."

After saying that, the man in black robe did not wait for Zhao Ziyue to answer. As soon as he reached out, he picked up the seriously injured Wage who forgot his roots. With a few ups and downs, he disappeared without a trace.

Only a large number of dancing butterflies were left. Gradually, the butterflies flew everywhere and disappeared.

Zhao Ziyue was shocked. This is what the old man often said - turning decay into magic! I am afraid that this Onmyoji has already possessed the strength of the World God List.

At this time, a row of black business cars came from far away and stopped in front of Zhao Ziyue.

With a bang, the car door opened, and Lang Biao walked out of the Mercedes-Benz business car in front. He came to Zhao Ziyue and first came a bear hug. Zhao Ziyue grinned and cursed with a smile: "Damn it! Wolf head, I haven't seen you for a few days. You guy have changed your sexual orientation? Could it be that you are interested in men? Stay away!"

Lang Biao smiled and threw Zhao Ziyue a signature Yellow Crane Tower. He lit it himself, and said angrily: "Get out of your eggs, little brat! Am I such an unsavory person? Let me clean it up again. Then say you kid, just kill someone, find a corner, kill someone, and dig a hole by the way, and bury it. Be good - I'll do it! Kill so many people again?" Seeing a large area of ​​black-clothed ninjas lying on the ground, Lang Biao's two ring eyes were wide open. Damn it was a Japanese again!

After the battle, Zhao Ziyue ran two steps tightly and came to Xing Aotian. He held him and said with concern: "Let's go! Brother Aotian, I'll take you to the hospital!"

Xing Aotian's face was pale and his lips were blue. He said weakly: "Brother, I, Lao Xing, finally saw what a real master of national martial arts today. It turns out that a hero is a boy..."

"Okay, Brother Aotian, is it not a hero? It's important to help me first, come and carry you. Let's go to the hospital right away!" Zhao Ziyue said anxiously.

"What are you afraid of? Brother. I will not die in a while. Don't worry about me, you can protect your two women. Just ask them to take me to the hospital." Xing Aotian pointed to Lang Biao's convoy and said with relief.

"What are you saying? I, Zhao Ziyue, are not a man who values ​​sex over friends. Stop talking nonsense! Come on, come on my back." Zhao Ziyue ordered in a stiff tone.

Xing Aotian laughed instead of anger. He remembered the scene when he was shot for the first time, and the captain roared and asked him to climb onto the captain's back. Sometimes he even doubted whether he had been living in memories for the past seven or eight years.

With Xing Aotian on his back, Zhao Ziyue turned around and shouted at the two stunning women: "Hurry! Don't stand there. Keep up!"

"Oh~" the two women answered almost in unison. Then, they followed Zhao Ziyue obediently.

Lying on Zhao Ziyue's back, Xing Aotian sighed and asked, "Brother, to be honest, have you ever been a soldier?"

"Become a soldier?" Zhao Ziyue was stunned when asked, scratched her head and said, "Do you think I've been a soldier?"

"Like! Like! Like blood! Like hate the Japanese, like willing to rush to the sword for friends. What do you think is not like a soldier?" Xing Aotian said seriously.

Hehe~ Zhao Ziyue smiled embarrassedly and said, "It is said that I regretted it for three years if I was a soldier, and I regretted it for a lifetime if I didn't. I didn't regret it for three years, so I could only regret it for a lifetime."

After saying that, the two of them smiled boldly.
Chapter completed!