I Just Want To Farm

Simply and neatly, the man flew out with a long spear, and the ground was cut by the airflow, drawing narrow and long marks, but probably unable to withstand such a powerful attack, Bai Ze had no choice but to plunge the spear head into the ground.

Use your own cutting to remove the impact force.

There are not only sword marks on the ground, but also stones that have been scratched out.

He drew back, resisted, and survived.

So as not to die under this sword.

But he also felt another terrifying killing intent.

Sen Leng, swift, just a thought.

kill him?

not.

Someone is going to kill her.

He raised his head suddenly, and saw a person flashing on the top of a tall Jinling tree in a splendid garden in the front left.

Tall and burly, with a black robe and a gold belt, holding a long knife with black dragon scales in his hand, the knife is full of light, inch radiance, carrying dragon energy, cultivation base at the fusion stage, an absolute killing knife.

With just one glance, Bai Ze recognized who this person was.

Linchi, a famous swordsman in the northern part of Lielu Dajing Prefecture, was so vicious that many monks died under his assassination.

According to rumors, this person definitely has the strength of a four-star top killer in the Northern Xinjiang Alliance.

And he is a player with comparable strength to a killer like Mo Bai who takes the technical flow route.

Such a person has always been taking money and taking his life, but he didn't know that he had his eye on Mo Bai today.

Could it be a personal enmity? Or is someone paying for their lives?

No matter what, this person is a strong man, at least better than Hua Buxiu Hua Yuesheng or Beitang Nuannuan!

Bai Ze saw the killing intent of a four-star top killer at a glance.

But she also saw the side face of the woman who killed the ice dragon with her sword, looking sideways at the saber spirit.

The ink-white mask is on, but there is no face, no expression, only the posture that followed the sword aura, and she just drew the sword in an instant and has not yet retracted the sword.

The clothes are light and fluffy, the hair is flying, and the five fingers of the left hand are slender and slender, forming a particularly obvious color tone with the black sword hilt.

And then there's the absolutely terrifying style of fighting.

Bang! !

She stood still, holding the sword with one hand, and instantly blocked the knife with the blade.

The saber energy dissipated.

Where the sword is, there is the man.

But for a moment it is there, and for a moment it is not there.

When Scale's face changed slightly because she easily received his sword, when he had a premonition that something was going wrong and wanted to escape.

she disappears.

The reason why Lin Chi ran away was because he was an assassin who wanted to kill for money. He always paid attention to absolute certainty and perfect killing. If he was defeated by one blow, he had to retreat.

He retreated bravely, but he couldn't stop the object of death from disappearing.

Disappeared, reappeared, appeared in the back of his retreat.

"This speed..." The white-headed grandmother had been watching the battle, with a slight surprise on her face.

"That's not right, my brother has a short-sighted movement, and his speed is not so abnormal, grandma..."

The white-headed grandmother frowned, and said deeply: "It can only be because the explosive speed of this person's body is comparable to that of an instant, so her speed and her sword can reach a terrifying level."

Beitang Nuannuan opened his eyes wide.

so. ． ． ． Is it that scary?

"Not only that, but also her strength."

strength?

Beitang Nuannuan suddenly heard a loud noise, she turned her head abruptly, and saw the scale ruler being struck by a sword, and then burst out with a powerful spiritual power.

boom!

The scale ruler was chopped off by a sword, and even the man and the knife smashed into the Jinling wood where he was just now.

The Jinling wood shattered, the scales fell to the ground, and the ground was sunken into a circle with a diameter of five meters. The breath on his body was not calm, but he shot out with a knife bursting out with anger on his face.

The rotating golden saber intent is mixed with the golden brilliance of the crushed Jinling wood leaves, like a scattered sun.

There are many kinds of sword intents, but perhaps the people watching the battle didn't pay attention to what kind of sword intents it was during the process, because this sword didn't kill a single person.

A sword or knife that does not kill or defeat an opponent does not actually deserve a name.

This sword intent. ． ． ． ． Even though it is strong, it is not strong enough because it was dodged.

The dodging person hovered in the air, turned sideways, took an extra step in the air, shifted in an instant, and the afterimage drifted around. Each afterimage was a kind of sword style, and the sword style flew around, and finally stacked.

Stacked on a person with a scale.

Swords, dozens of swords came in an instant.

Scales didn't even have time to dodge, so he could only keep waving his long knife to block.

The sword energy and sword energy were vertical and horizontal, and the Jinling wood that exploded on the spot was completely shattered into countless powders, and the sunken ground stones were also turned into powder.

The powder is like mist, and the killing intent of sword and knife is like weeping and complaining.

In the end, there are seven or eight swords out of one knife. The knife has the meaning of the knife, the skill of the knife and the spiritual power. The sword has nothing but speed and strength.

Absolutely crushed.

Every block and cut made the ground under the scales continue to crack, and the range of the crack continued to expand, and it kept moving—because he was forced back by a sword, and his body continued to tremble.

Almost collapsed.

"Entering Taoism with martial arts is indeed true."

Fang Yourong is an assassin, who was born from folk martial arts, then entered the cultivation way, and turned from a top assassin to a swordsman genius.

At first, Wuque didn't have much hope, and he didn't think how perfect Qin Yu could use this identity.

But they really didn't expect it. ． ． In fact, Qin Yu was also born in martial arts, and he was also an absolute martial artist.

So, she got this status, so she is like a fish in water.

And at this time this battle. ． ． ．

Sweep with a sword with one hand, block with both hands with a ruler.

flew out.

Bang, bang, smashed through three high-roofed buildings one after another.

Finally landed, stabbed into the ground.

There was blood dripping, and the scarred scales on his body raised his eyes. He, who had always killed without mercy, felt all the emotions of his prey in the past—fear. The person in front was as unpredictable as an abyss.

He is locked and cannot escape.

So he drew out the knife again, roaring and facing the opposite side.

It was also at this time that Bai Ze on the other side had just let go of all the strength of the sword he had endured. He half-kneeled on the ground, holding his long spear, his body was also covered with scars, and he even spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood was so bright and dazzling on the ground.

In an instant, it was as beautiful as the bright red blood flying from the neck of the ruler.

The body fell to the ground, the sword sheathed.

Qin Yu's free left hand rested on the kneeling scale ruler's head, and the flames jumped in his palm, burning the corpse, leaving only a storage bracelet.

The bracelet flew into her palm and she pinched it. She turned her head to look at the door of the auction house.

At this time, there were many people at the door.

She just glanced at it, and twirled the bracelet with her fingertips, like a person in the Buddhist sect twirling a Buddhist bead, with a bit of Buddha nature out of the world for no reason.

But what she said. ． ． ． Not at all.

"I hope there are no clues left by the murderer."

Then she left.

Hua Buxiu waited for the younger generation to look miserable.

Chung Dai's surprise and uncertainty.

The elders are dignified and cautious.

Grandma Baitou pondered for a moment, and finally exchanged glances with Pingjin and the others. ． ． She glanced at the complicated and deeply hidden eyes.

Inadvertently, she averted her eyes.

It's not over.

There must be a follow-up.

Bai Ze was defeated, but the strength he showed with one shot was enough for people to see a bit. Only people like Beitang Nuannuan noticed this person.

When they found out that he was from the eastern part of Lielu Dajing Prefecture, no one was ashamed or sarcastic, because they knew it very well.

Mouth and then dislike the East. ． ． The main reason for the change in the current situation in Lielu Dajing Prefecture also comes from the east.

"Today's east, I'm afraid it's unfathomable, and I don't know if this black ink has something to do with it." The white-headed grandma sighed, with a complicated look on her face.

Using the method of exclusion, she felt that such a person probably did not appear in the north and south.

That is the east and the west.

Choose one of the two, she always feels that the situation in the east is strange, and there is fear that there will be evildoers.