The three cavalry sprinted to build momentum, and the two cavalry ahead walked side by side. The heavy sword cast by fine iron reflected the grim face of the bandit, and they were obviously cultivating their energy.

The ragged young man just ran wildly, and his heavy steps made a very heavy muddy sound in the mud on the mountain road, which was overwhelming the sound of wind and rain.

Jia Ren's eyes leaped suddenly, he didn't draw his sword?

A few hundred steps away, two heavy swords of horse-slashing blocked the direction, and the rain curtain was torn apart in an instant.

The ragged young man did not dodge or dodge, lifted his fist to his waist, and flew into a stairs in the sky. The mud under his feet suddenly exploded out of a deep pit about a foot.

Before the fist arrived, the strong wind came first, and separated the flesh and blood of the bandits who could not cut off the knife, leaving only a skeleton sitting on the horse. Then the fist arrived and burst out a ashes all over the sky.

Before the horse bandit on the other side could make a sound of shock, the ragged young man lifted his fist and suddenly turned around, and his arms scattered ten thousand pounds of force, cutting off the big head of the bandit who was unable to react. The head soared into the sky, fell into the mud, and was shattered by the horse's hooves as big as a bowl.

As the rabbit rose and falcon fell, the two were dead under the horse, and only two Baojuns were left without knowing where the owner had gone, standing in the rain in a daze.

The horse bandit, who was in the last position, felt boundless fear. This young man like a god of killing seemed to be an indelible nightmare in his dream, making him unable to feel any fighting spirit. He waved his knife to cut off a piece of flesh from the horse's buttocks. The horse was in pain, his eyes were red and his speed was running wildly, and he jumped up.

The horse, who was suffering, had nothing else in his eyes, and he rushed towards the ragged young man.

The ragged young man remained motionless, and the horse like a hammer hit the young man's chest, as if it was hitting a mountain. The sarcastic sound of broken bones spread far away in the rain.

The bandit holding the sword was secretly happy. The force of the crazy horse hit was enough to be a thousand pounds. The murderous devil would be seriously injured even if he didn't die. He walked with the knife and was about to cut off the man's head and go back to ask for me. Suddenly, his feet trembled, and the heavy rain made him almost unable to hold the knife in his hand.

The ragged young man reached out and pushed away the corpse of horses with broken bones in front of him, not to mention falling into it, not even a mark was left on his strong chest.

He fought two times and turned around and wanted to run away, but found that he could not help himself.

The raindrops in front of me were pouring like curtains, and the ragged young man did not say anything, but stretched out his fingers and raised them. The wind and rain seemed to be stagnant for a moment, and countless raindrops were connected into lines, gathered into swords, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The bandit holding the sword felt unprecedentedly cold, and the vision in front of him gradually blurred, and there seemed to be no consciousness under his waist. The heavy knife in his hand cut the horse and his upper body in unison and fell into the mud. The slippery belly and intestines dyed red, dyeing the mountain road into dazzling bright red.

The ragged young man spread his palms, and a heavy knife beside his feet flew on his palms and looked at the three people beside the bonfire, and his whole body was still dry.

He ran again.

Jia Ren and Jia Yi both had already picked up weapons and stood up. After embroidering the last corner of the big red peony with the seven-inch bone-transparent needle between the embroidered girl's fingers, she looked at the peony flowers that would make her wedding dress look a lot in the future. She smiled with satisfaction and stood up.

The dozens of horse bandits behind him got up from the belly of the maid and got on the horse and rushed out first.

The ragged young man waved his sword to meet him. He had a wide finger on the back of the sword and was cut out of the crescent-sized sword energy. The touching person immediately separated his head and the exploding blood mist fell on everyone's face with the raindrops, making him look even more ferocious.

During the practice, horses riding on horses on the seats are unusual and are not far from the poor horses that are rare.

They knew that single-handed horse was not the opponent of that boy. Dozens of magical horses were lined up in front and back, gathering into a line of waves on the muddy mountain road with heavy rain, vowing to step on the man into flesh mud!

A golden phantom behind the ragged young man appeared in the rain, his feet were swaying one after another, and the raindrops were shook open all over the sky, and he hit the horse with his shoulders.

The first horse and the bandits were shattered into a pile of minced meat. The ragged young man abandoned his sword and put his palms together and pulled them apart. The energy between his palms surged like a horse, and he opened his bows left and right, blocking more than a dozen riders facing each other and more than a dozen riders behind him.

As if blocked by invisible things, the divine horse under the seat was unable to make a move. The bandit was shocked and angry and chopped the ragged young man's shoulder with a knife. A golden light flashed in front of him, and suddenly a golden feather cut his fragile throat and blood surged like a spring.

The ragged young man twisted his waist slightly and then moved forward again. Duan Yue Jiejiang took action again. The phantom of the golden dragon entrenched behind him flashed for a moment, and together with countless raindrops in front of him burst into sword energy, splashing everywhere. His eyes, which had never been spoken, were like swords, and he pushed away the wind and rain with one palm.

"roll!"

Dozens of riders burst into blood mist, and no one was alive.

Jia Yi's eyes, as fat as a pig, were pressed into two thin slits by the fat flesh on his face. The blood mist in the sky blocked his vision for a moment, making him squint again. A silver light suddenly appeared in the blood mist, and when he came to his senses, he was already in front of him.

The sword energy on the heavy knife of the horse was strong and it became a substance. It cut off a few kilograms of fat on Jia Yi's face. The severe pain on his face made him open his eyes and howl. Before he could lift the heavy knife as big as a door panel beside his butt, his eyes suddenly became dark and a ragged figure floated past.

The ragged young man had no expression on his face and was in a ghostly figure. He turned over and rode on Jia Yi's neck, smashing his elbows at his disgusting fat head.

The ragged young man was so shocked that he was in a state of storm that he was uneasy. Jia Ren didn't know that this strange boy had been hiding his weakness. Before Jia Ren could turn around and lift the knife, he could hear a cold-tongued sound behind him.

Jia Yi's head and his neck were smashed into his abdomen. He touched his head blankly with his hands but didn't touch anything. He seemed to be anxious and staggered a few steps, his vitality dissipated, and his body weighing hundreds of pounds collapsed.

Jia Yi's eyes were red, and his spiritual power poured into the knife with a sharp light of about a foot, and he jumped up and slashed at the ragged young man in front of him: "How dare you, Zhu Zi!"

The ragged young man ignored the sword light that was slashed down on his head, and his head twitched slightly. He turned his head to look at the embroidered girl. His palm raised his illusory shadow, and several vicious bone-threading needles in the crack of his palm that were as thin as a cow, suddenly appeared in the fire.

The ragged young man didn't even look at Jia Ren, and waved his sleeves and shook his sword energy, which was more powerful than the rain, also turned into raindrops and hit Jia Ren's chest. Jia Ren's laces were instantly shattered into pieces, and the body-protecting light was useless and could not be stopped. The ribs were broken in unison.

Jia Ren's eyes finally surged in fear, and he knew that he had kicked the iron plate. The blood mixed with bones and slags in his mouth were sprayed out one after another. His internal organs were penetrated by the sharp sword energy into a sieve, and his body fell from the air with weak power.

The ragged young man burst into a sword with his five fingers, and his palms easily penetrated into Jia Ren's back as if he was pierced into tofu, and pulled out his entire backbone. Jia Ren died in an instant before he could beg for mercy.

After swaying the blood from his palm, the ragged young man took one step behind the embroidered girl.

The embroidered girl is wearing a black suit, and there are different kinds of vicious needles that are densely packed with stars.

She was in the best years of a woman's life at that time, and there were also two lovers who were affectionate. She was well versed in the skills of a woman's red and determined to sew a festive red robe for herself and her lover.

Her heart was sweet, and the silver needle threaded the thread, sewing the beginning, but not the end.

The criminal targeted her beauty and fetched her eyes and sold her to a place where she was filthy and filthy, forcing her to be the lowest prostitute.

Her empty eyes were covered with blood-stained gauze, and she was bullied day and night.

She clenched her silver teeth and forced herself to remember every man who bullied her.

After many years, she was already ruined and was ruthlessly abandoned on the streets. After a few years of change, her lover who had been sweetly talking about her forever had long disappeared. Some people couldn't bear to spend time, as a blind girl, finally telling the truth.

It turned out that her lover was gambled by nature. A few years ago, she owed a large amount of gold and silver in the gambling house in the city. Finally, she was anxious to get the debt urged by the gambling house, so she had the vicious idea of ​​selling her fiancée to a brothel to repay the gambling funds. In order to avoid her recognition, someone took her eyes out.

Her miserable figure stood beside the old house, and after three days and three nights, her heart died.

The heaven pleaded with her, and by chance, she had the opportunity to cultivate immortality. She followed a mother-in-law to practice vicious needles and then found every man who had bullied her back then. She thought the knife was cheaper, so she bit her descendants and feeded her dogs with her mouth, then blinded her eyes and planted a poison, so that they could live in pain all day long and eventually exploded and died.

Her long-lost lover, who was very "concerned" and her miserable death can make the most cruel hero shocked.

It was said that great revenge was avenged, but only she knew that every needle hidden in her black clothes and the lingering nightmare in her heart were deeply engraved in her body and would never be able to linger.

The spiritual light in her palm jumped up, and hundreds of needles came out at once. The needle needle was vicious and turned around and wanted to stab it. Her spiritual sense inadvertently met the burning golden light in the eyes of the ragged young man. The spiritual sense in her Niwan Palace seemed to be pierced and stirred by thousands of swords in an instant. The unbearable severe pain seemed to tear her apart. All kinds of vicious needles in her hand scattered all over the ground without taking action.

The miserable appearance of the maid in the woods and the broken limbs and arms of the surrounding guards reflected in their eyes. The cold murderous intent in the eyes of the ragged young man was pouring out, and he cut off his palm and slapped the woman's waist.

The embroidered girl was almost broken by brute force and flew far away, with blood pouring out from her red lips.

The vitality in her body quickly dissipated, and countless fragments of scenes seemed to flash in front of her. Most of them were miserable and very little joy, and they were all unbearable to look back on.

She smiled, as if she was relieved like this.

In the dust and dust of the willows, she has experienced too many ups and downs in her life, too many to forget, too many to know whether it belongs to her inside and outside her body. Even though she is already building a foundation, she can only compromise under others and cannot help herself.

The spiritual consciousness in the Niwan Palace was about to dissipate like a candle in the wind. Aside the bonfire, she was wearing a red wedding dress embroidered with peonies, which was brighter than blood, but so clean.

This woman, who had a miserable life experience but was also tortured by both good and evil, had a gentle curvaceous corner of her mouth, just like the happy appearance of she had once made a wedding dress in front of the old house.
Chapter completed!