Yang Yu's face was in extreme speed, and his toes were slight, and he stepped on the ground heavily. The terrifying reaction force rolled in an instant.

In the flash of lightning, he stopped rushing, avoided Liu Wenpeng's sure-killing arrow, and let seven blood flowers explode on his body ignore it.

Then, in the shocked eyes of Liu Wenpeng, Yuchi Long and even everyone outside the prison.

Twist,

Step,

The nearly half of the broken pig-killing knife swung down heavily!

"Old pig and dog!"

At this moment, after coming to this world, I suppressed my confusion, anxiety, anger, and murderous intent, all accompanied by this knife to vent my heart.

I!

want!

kill!

Now!

you!

Like the essence of the language, the majestic murderous intent instantly hit Liu Wenpeng's heart, making his eyes sting and his heart beat like a drum.

At this moment, he finally felt the breath of death.

"Little bastard!"

Liu Wenpeng gritted his teeth and roared, abandoned his bow and held the sword, and his wrist was shaken, which had already raised a large piece of cold sword light.

Although his swordsmanship is more than ordinary blood-transforming warriors, he is far from comparable to his own archery skills.

And what should an archer look like when he is approached?

In the past, he was almost inseparable from Guan Shanshui. Even if someone could come close, he would be blocked by the latter.

Once you are distracted, even if your martial arts master is superior to your several levels, you may not be able to shoot and kill him.

But at this time...

Looking at the killing sword light that was wielding ten feet across, violently to the limit.

A hint of despair, regret, and endless unwillingness flashed in his eyes!

It took him ten years to buy an official position and he encountered such a good opportunity.

Liansheng's siege is like a rebellion. The responsibility is ruling to Wang Fobao. He can use the suppression of rebellion to reach the heavens and listen directly, and from then on, the sky is high and the birds fly.

No longer limited to the mud.

Can display your ambitions.

Just like Xu Wenji of Yunzhou, he entered the court, went to the palace to serve as the prime minister, and passed down to future generations.

For this day, he sought out Heishan’s wealth and gave it to others. He was about to succeed.

Why?

Why!

Endless indignation and reluctance flashed through his heart.

Zheng!

But the next moment, the violent sword light had already arrived.

What came with it was a powerful force that Liu Wenpeng had never imagined.

At this moment, he finally understood why the man in front of him could spread his black iron arrow.

His power is too great!

Bang!

Liu Wenpeng felt a pain in his mouth, and the sword light he had raised was instantly shot out.

He blocked the beheading.

But it cannot stop the terrifying power that comes from swords as the medium.

The force spread from his wrists, arms, shoulders and back, and in the blink of an eye, it exploded inside and outside his body.

call!

The moment the sword light was closed, Liu Wenpeng had already flew out more than ten meters like a scarecrow, and the blood had dyed the wind and snow red.

It fell heavily before the ruins.

Looking up at the sky, I saw Wang Fobao's red eyes as blood-dropped as if.

"Liu Wenpeng...ha, haha..."

After using all his last strength to laugh out loud, Wang Fobao could no longer hold on and sprayed a mouthful of blood-stained phlegm on Liu Wenpeng's face.

The whole person left with a angrily laugh.

Hurry ~

Blood mist and blood melted by qi and blood sprinkled on the silent street.

Everyone.

Including Yuchi Long, a great master who had already condensed into blood and energy, subconsciously held his breath.

Looking at the young man carrying half a pig's knife out of the mud and mud.

It's like facing a great enemy.

Li Eryi, who was shivering in the corner of the wall, realized something strange and looked at the figure coming from the fire through the crowd.

A heart almost jumped out.

How is this possible?!

Swishy~

The sound of barefoot stepping on snow.

Yang Yu's body was stained with blood. He walked up with a knife, his feet covered in mud were stomped on Liu Wenpeng's face, who was still full of energy.

He reached out and closed Wang Fobao's red eyes, and the murderous intent and sourness lingered in his heart:

"Head captain, it's easy to go..."

Snowflakes fell and fell everywhere in the long street.

Yang Yu turned around silently, pointing half of the pig-killing knife at everyone present:

"The ancients all said that killing pigs and dogs is a sacrifice!"
Chapter completed!