final catastrophe

Chapter 423 107. Assassination (for subscription)

Use the dog-beating stick method.

Qiao Qingfeng is naturally extremely proficient in the eight tricks of tripping, chopping, wrapping, poking, picking, leading, sealing, and turning.

Xia Ji didn't move yet.

Qiao Qingfeng's "poking" formula has not yet been used, but in mid-air, he wanted to change his stick suddenly, from "poking" to "tripping", just like the Yangtze River, continuously attacking the long-haired knife-casting man's lower body.

At the same time, countless sticks were added from everywhere.

"please wait a while."

Xia Ji said indifferently.

He is still unresponsive, still casting the knife, the sparks are flying, and the ripples are increasing day by day.

The dozens of hundreds of long sticks suddenly began to wither.

It was because hundreds of snake heads protruded from the back of the sword god, and the sticks touched were quickly turned into ashes.

Except for the jasper dog-beating stick, he was still fighting with the ghost snake.

Fortunately, the Ghost Snake only guards between seven inches and does not make a surprise attack, otherwise the intruders would probably all be dead.

Dangdang!
The sound of heavy hammers and knives pierced the ears, making the hearts of those who came here move with it.

Seeing this, the silver-haired man in the distance hurriedly said: "Ming Jin retreats!!"

At the same time, he also made up his mind to use that formation. The snake god is really powerful. It seems that he really needs to use the "eight gate death formation" to increase his winning chips.

Soon, the sound of gongs and drums was loud and spread several miles away, but those Beggar Clan disciples did not retreat, but were still besieging the knife maker.

Sima Jia couldn't help frowning.

But at this moment, I saw a petite figure wrapped in a black robe, walking like a cat through the dark steps of the city wall.

The sound of gold ringing, and the battle in the distance attracted the attention of most soldiers.

Coupled with the agility of this little cat, no one noticed her.

Even if he noticed it, he didn't take it seriously, after all, there are many strange people in Ziwei Xiongguan.

And during the accidental walk, a bright red was revealed from the edge of the hood.

Like a flame.

Or the red training poisonous snake.

Step on.
Like cat flippers stepping on cold stone steps.

Slight and imperceptible.

But at some point, her figure suddenly started to accelerate, and the speed became faster and faster, rising geometrically.

It turned into a black wind and rushed straight to the two military divisions overlooking the city.

And soon, the guards beside the ghost and the poisoner, as well as a group of masters discovered it in time and responded quickly.

Hidden weapons are like rain.

The swords were drawn like lightning, and there were even clusters of spears, which exploded one after another.

But the little black-robed and red-haired kitten quickly walked between these weapons, she was too fast.

Goals are too specific.

As a result, it was too late to say anything, but it was fast at that time, and the distance of hundreds of meters was between lightning and flint.

The black hood flew off, revealing the face of Orochizuki, and her long hair of flames burst out like a counterattacking waterfall.

Sima Jia himself is also a master of swordsmanship, and even had the title of "the body is the domain" before, so although his body did not move, dozens of puppets flew out from his sleeves.

That's the bee puppet.

Spreading the wings, they turned into round shields, protecting the silver-haired military division.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the big black mole had already rolled around recklessly, shouting "Little Hu, Xiao Hu", but obediently hid behind the silver-haired man.

Ding ding ding ding.
The long hair is blocked by the shield of the bee puppet.

"Jiangnanyue." Sima Jia frowned, a hint of ominous premonition suddenly emerged from his heart.

Was it sent here on purpose, to be caught by Yan'er?
"Goodbye." The red-haired girl compared her lips, and then smiled innocently.

At the same moment, a strand of pure black hair that was different from other hairs shot out like a black light. The light passed through the bee puppet shield, as if the paper had been torn apart, and it had been poured into the silver-haired man's body without a sound. heart.

hiss.
The black light suddenly withdrew, and after a few ups and downs, the big snake left the city wall and wanted to pounce outward.

But a knife light as deep as a commandment struck from a distance, and behind the knife light was a pair of eyes that seemed to see through the mundane world.

"Leave!"

I don't know when, Shi Qingyuan, the No. 1 disciple of Shaolin layman, appeared under the bright light, and when he appeared, he was one with the sword, just like a Buddha holding a flower and smiling, and fused with the heaven and the earth.

Dasheyue's long hair swept backwards, collided with the precept-like sword light, and then separated!

With the power of this blow, she flew obliquely and landed on the top of the city.

On the tens of meters high, straight and tough city wall, she moved up and down sensitively, and the arrows shot from the top of the city were randomly pushed away by her red hair.

Shi Qingyuan couldn't catch up any more, so he had to withdraw his knife, a look of hatred appeared in his pupils.

Ziwei Pass on the city wall.

The head teacher of Wu Dangdai, who was also a dedicated counselor, clutched his heart, his face pale, and he fell into the arms of his old friend.

There was no panic on his face.

In fact, it is really true that the counselor was assassinated by the assassin.
He showed a self-deprecating wry smile.

"It's a joke for you." He made a hoarse voice.

"military adviser!"

"Headmaster!"

"military adviser!!"

Countless soldiers and heroes gathered around, with sadness in their eyes, and the anger made some knight-errants couldn't help but want to chase after them.

But it was stopped by Jia Buyu.

This playful, bohemian, former bandit and emperor's poisonous man is very calm at this moment.

He looked at the same calm old friend in his arms, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I will also use the God-killing Formation."

"You must." The silver-haired man's breath became weaker and weaker.

Jia Buyu said: "I will watch Emperor Yan ascend the Ninth Five-Year Plan."

"Thanks"

Sima Jia slowly closed his eyes.

His heart was stabbed, and his soul rested in peace.

Jia Buyu's face froze, and then he murmured: "Thank you."

Then he let out a long sigh and raised his eyes again, only to see Emperor Yan just walking to the top of the steps.

The latter looked at the teacher who had just closed his eyes, and then at the figure galloping away in the distance, suddenly gasped heavily, and then roared to the sky.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The sky and the earth seem to have a feeling, but the clouds are thick.

Xia Yan looked at the eyes of all the soldiers, and then looked at the master who had already closed his eyes.

It was he who took in Da Sheyue and harmed his master, who taught him since he was a child.

"Why is this?

I think her injury is healed, I think she obviously has no malicious intentions, why is she still like this? "

Why? "

Heavy will be silent.

And a snowflake finally fell.

Falling into the distant fire, the snow melted, and the knife in the fire had been cast to the end.

There are hundreds of sword fights, but the top hundred moires are dazzling.

Then Qiao Qingfeng and the others saw an extremely strange scene.

Thousands of ghost snakes surged and quickly turned into a strange evil dragon. The dragon suddenly emerged from Xia Ji's body, and then swam into the hundred-refined sword.

The blade that was still hot, glowing with red light, and floating with white air suddenly dimmed, as cold and gray as the sky full of clouds and heavy snow.

Just then, the fiery red-haired girl had arrived.

"See Mr. Snake God, fortunately he didn't disgrace his life." Big Snake Yue Ban knelt and said respectfully.

"Hmm..." the indifferent sword god raised his head, and a dusty figure holding a newly refined sword sprang out of his body, pulling the afterimages, and wherever he went, there were human heads. Fluttering up.

Even Qiao Qingfeng, the leader of the beggar gang, only blocked two or three times before he ended up in the same death.

The lotus withered.

Like a flash in the pan.

The bewitching long-haired man gripped the Bailiandao tightly, and the phantom of the ghost snake jumped out of the blade again, biting at the leader of the beggar gang and several dead eight-pocket elders.

Soon, the ghost snake seemed to be full, and returned to the knife.

The snow is like burning.

Xia Ji looked at the corpses all over the floor, and the half-kneeling big snake moon, and said with a gentle smile, "Ping body."

(End of this chapter)