Female president's private killer

The majestic and even violent aura of heaven and earth moves forward with the rain, which is not a little slower than the arrow feather. Each drop of rain seems to become a feather arrow or a hard stone.

What makes Duan Tiandao feel even more inexplicable is that those water droplets rushing towards him seem to be painted with a touch of light black under the clear light of the rain, showing a strange and dangerous smell.

Duan Tiandao smiled and shot the seventh iron arrow. At this time, the black rain came in front of him.

Rain all over the sky hit Duan Tiandao like a dense arrow.

Seven iron arrows are fired in a row. There is no pause in the middle, and there is no chance to rest and recover. It is like seven lightning lights up continuously in the rain clouds. Such high-frequency and dense shooting is a very terrible thing, which consumes too much mental power.

Fortunately, he practiced in the warehouse before. Otherwise, Duan Tiandao would collapse and fall to the ground just by shooting these seven iron arrows in a row. At this time, the muscles on his arm were still trembling.

He is intentional. If he wants to go further on the road of cultivation, he must constantly push himself into a desperate situation.

What makes Zhao Bowen feel cold and shocked is not the power of Duan Tiandao's archery, nor the strong means and will he showed in the battle, because he knows who his opponent is. He just doesn't understand why Duan Tiandao's sixth iron arrow can hit him.

Zhao Bowen looked at Duan Tiandao's face wet by the rain, but there was no change. He looked slightly different and said, "you are really a monster."

Duan Tiandao looked at Zhao Bowen standing in front of the collapsed house, looked at the hole in his chest and said, "I'm Superman, not a monster. You are the little monster. "

Zhao Bowen looked at the iron bow in his hand and asked with a smile, "can you still shoot?"

Duan Tiandao looked positive: "have you seen Superman exhausted?"

Zhao Bowen said, "my men have arrived. If you can shoot, then... Please shoot."

Duan Tiandao's smile is still strong.

Zhao Bowen's expression became elegant.

In the drizzle, the hooves sound ill, and a group of flying horses come from behind the hill. This is the reinforcements of the Zhao family. When the two sides are deadlocked, a strange soldier can always get unexpected results.

But Duan Tiandao is obviously not prepared to have this effect.

In fact, only a short time has passed. You can imagine how amazing the speed of these flying horses is.

The outcome of this battle seems to be unchangeable and hopelessly can't see any hope. However, at this time, the smile on Duan Tiandao's face becomes more vivid, just like the dry land for a long time, which is suddenly moistened by cool mountain springs.

Zhao Bowen noticed the change in his expression and felt a little cold in his heart.

The knight in front of him began to destroy the Taoist power silently. His right hand left the bridle and began to pinch the sword formula. The flying sword "buzzing" in the scabbard on his back. The black horse gasped quickly and excitedly. The long sideburns on the horse's neck kept flying in the rain with the final accelerated sprint. It looked full of power and beauty.

Just then, a bundle of sideburns floated up.

The picture was so subtle that it was difficult to detect and did not attract anyone's attention.

Zhao Bowen's complexion changed dramatically, as if he had seen a ghost and screamed for warning.

However, the Feiqi composed of Zhao's children is sprinting at high speed. Even if they understand his warning and have enough discipline to carry out his orders, they can't quit.

They have been unable to withdraw from this battlefield.

This section of heaven is a battlefield arranged.

The black horse at the front of the sprint stepped heavily into the muddy land, rushed up the hill first, and then couldn't continue any more because its hoof was broken.

Then a thin red line appeared on the thick horse's neck.

There are more fine red lines on the strong horse.

Because the force of different parts is uneven, the red lines gradually widen and then separate.

The whole horse body became countless pieces of meat suspended in the air, and there was blood between the pieces of meat.

The horse's head in front of the horse quietly separated from its body and still floated forward. It could even see the hot fog from the horse's nose and hear its wheezing sound.

A fine horse in the sprint has become countless pieces of flesh and blood in the sprint.

The picture is extremely strange.

The knight on horseback had almost the same experience.

His right hand left the reins, just pinched into a sword formula, and the flying sword just came out of the scabbard. There was a deep cut on it, which broke in two quietly.

There was a thin red line on his fingers holding the sword formula.

Fingers fall like ripe fruits.

Then his forearm was cut into countless pieces, and he was cut into finer pieces of meat.

His neck was cut off.

The whole body is cut from it and cut thinner.

Then he fell out of the air with the horse's body cut into pieces.

Like a collapsed glacier.

A moment ago, he was a master of body refiners and a god horse.

The next moment, it turned into two piles of flesh and blood piled up on the hill.

Hearing Zhao Bowen's warning, Zhao Xingyu, as the strongest in flying riding, was the first to react. He felt the strange and terrible smell in the drizzle. He almost instinctively raised the reins, didn't hesitate to strangle the horse under his crotch, but also forced to stop the speed.

The horse hissed painfully and stood up like a man, but his body couldn't help moving forward. Zhao Xingyu snorted, flew off the horse's back and fell heavily on the wet and muddy ground. Then his feet pedaled on the mud and tried to sit back. Looking at the drizzle in front of him, his pale face showed a look of panic.

At this moment, the Knights showed the true level of the master of body refiners, especially the absolute importance of cold and calm in the battle.

These Knights didn't know what kind of danger was hidden in the drizzle, but at the moment when Zhao Bowen's warning sounded, all the others, except the knight in front, made the fastest and most correct response like Zhao Xingyu. They abandoned their horses and did not care about anything. They rolled and crawled on the wet grass, clutching the ground with their hands and kicking their legs, They go desperately in the direction away from the Tao of heaven. As long as they can get a long distance, they seem to be able to do anything.

Even so, these Knights still did not completely avoid the injury. Several horses rushed too fast into the drizzle and were cut into pieces of meat by the invisible force in the rain. The soles of some Knights' boots were cut off by invisible lines, and some people's whole lower legs were cut off. The section was smooth. It looked like a red circle with white eyes, but it became more and more disgusting.

The fierce howl sounded constantly in the drizzle. The lines in the air that could not be seen by the naked eye seemed to be spiritual, chasing and cutting everything.

Zhao Xingyu retreated quickly in the rain, grabbed two slightly injured companions and threw them to the rear. After such a delay, there were several more scratches on his armor like rust, which seemed to be about to collapse.

With a dull hum, the flying sword came out of its scabbard and contained the pure vitality of heaven and earth. It roared in front of him quickly. During the flow of light and shadow, I don't know how many times it collided with the invisible cutting forces in the rain. The flying sword, which was as bright as a bright piece, darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Benming's flying sword was dim and damaged, which was a very serious thing for practitioners. However, at this time, Zhao Xingyu didn't care so much. He swept back at high speed for a moment with Benming's sword. He didn't know how far he retreated. Finally, he successfully left around Duan Tiandao and the dangerous drizzle. Then he hurried to call his flying sword back.

A Zhao's son hid at the end of the flying ride. He was not affected by the invisible cutting power in the drizzle. He just looked at the horses that broke into pieces in the autumn rain, looked at the strange blood lines and deep wounds on his companions, and listened to the pain and groans of his companions. His face became extremely ugly and extremely angry.

I only heard his shriek, and the flying sword in the scabbard buzzed out, turning into a blue light with a black edge, which suddenly penetrated through layers of autumn rain and stabbed Duan Tiandao in the depths of the drizzle!

However, once in the drizzle, to be exact, once in the layers of autumn rain around Duan Tiandao, the flying sword can no longer maintain such prestige. It suddenly becomes dark, and a layer of rust marks appear on the surface, which seems to bear the effect of being washed by rain for decades.

Then, there were many tiny nicks on the surface of the rust mark of the flying sword.

With a "pa" sound, the flying sword fell into the rain three feet away from Duan Tiandao. They can't move any more. They are like dead insects, which can only be soaked in rain until they rot.

When Benming's flying sword was destroyed, the Zhao family's son suddenly turned pale and burst out with blood.

The cold rain ran down from Zhao Xingyu's hair and through his eyes.

He looked at the drizzle in front of him and his firm eyes, and finally showed a look of fear.

A drizzle, a cold.

It was just a light rain, layers of rain curtains and heavy rain, but it was so quiet, washing the frost yellow weeds and washing the blood on the ground. There was nothing in the rain. However, it seemed that there were countless thin and sharp steel wires waiting silently to cut anything that dared to enter the drizzle, whether it was a horse, a man or a sword.

It was not the drizzle itself that caused all this, but the quiet man in the rain. Looking at Duan Tiandao three feet away, Zhao Xingyu's face became more and more pale. He felt that this man did not belong to the real world, but came from the dark world.

Seeing that the most powerful and loyal subordinate was badly hurt by an autumn rain, Zhao Bowen's eyes suddenly cold. He didn't want to guess whether Duan Tiandao could shoot the next arrow, and his spiritual power to know the sea suddenly gushed out, mobilizing the vitality of the world around him, transforming it into his own breath and attacking him directly.

With the meaning of extinction, it is full of destructive energy, as if it has its own color, that is black. However, this seemingly powerful breath disappeared in an instant when it entered the drizzle around Duan Tiandao.

At least he disappeared from Zhao Bowen's spiritual world and lost his connection with the breath, which made his sea sense vibrate violently. His face turned pale and his body shook slightly.

The invisible cutting force in the drizzle can cut the purest breath!