Invincible Divine Sword

"Kill." After the fire stick penetrated the blood knife to help the public, Yang Xiaotian's indifferent voice floated out.

Luo Qing, who had been sitting there, suddenly fluttered, and the big knife appeared in his hand.

Suddenly, the sword was shining with this deserted village.

Several other people who were originally wanted to solve the blood knife of Yang Xiaotian's three people helped the public. They only felt that the sword was full of swords, and then she was not conscious.

After a slight pause, their bodies fell straight down the ground.

When they fell, the blood pillars on several people sprayed in unison, and the surrounding weeds were all blood.

Hearing the screams, Wen Jingyi, Wen Qiulan, and the blood knife helped the public all over and saw the mutations in front of him, all stayed.

"Leave him for his life, everyone else, all killed all." Yang Xiaotian pointed at the scar, facing Luo Qing.

"Yes, the son." Luo Qing rose, his body fluttered, and he came to the blood knife to help the public in a blink of an eye.

Then, he fell in his hand.

The knife fell again.

No blood.

Even there was no scream.

Luo Qing's body is too fast, the knife is faster, as fast as lightning, and the blood knife helps everyone who can't see Luo Qing's people and knives at all.

"Fast retreat!" The scar head screamed in shock, and at the same time, the big knife in his hand beheaded Luo Qing.

However, his knife could not be chopped at all, and he was cut on the open space, making sand and earth.

When he was going to come out again, he felt that the knife flashed in front of him, and the hand of holding the knife was painful. Luo Qing's knife had reached his head.

"You!" The scar head was shocked and angry, and was about to speak, but the blood knife brought to the blood knife helped the crowd suddenly falling to the ground one after another, and saw that the blood continued to emerge from his throat.

No one can escape.

All of them were blocked by one sword!

Wen Jingyi, Wen Qiulan and others stayed.

They can see that these blood knives to help the public are innate, placed in ordinary towns, but they are all first -class players. Now, a few breaths are beheaded and cleaned.

"Is it King Wu? Or Wu Zong?" Wen Jingyi looked at Luo Qing in surprise.

The middle -aged man who had just sat next to her and had no voice turned out to be such a strong person.

At this time, Luo Qing turned around, and the handle smashed on the scar head chest.

The scar head was smashed into the bonfire.

He glanced at Yang Xiaotian behind the bonfire: "Boy, which family are you? Do you know what the consequences of our blood knife for good things?"

Yang Xiaotian did not answer, but took out the Tianlong knife: "Can you recognize this knife?"

"Blood knife!" The scar was shocked.

Blood knife?

Yang Xiaotian stunned.

Then I understood that the gang of the Blood Knife did not know the true origin and name of this little knife, so it was named the residual blood knife.

"There is another blood knife, is there a gang of your blood knife? Who is it?" Yang Xiaotian asked.

The scar head sneered: "So, we helped the Lord who died in your hands, you died!"

Before, they helped the Lord into the Red Moon Forest, and then disappeared.

These days, they have been searching for the whereabouts and murderers of their leaders.

Yang Xiaotian was too lazy to ask again, and Tianlong knife came out in his hand and shot directly on the other's throat.

Then, Yang Xiaotian took a picture and took the Tianlong knife back.

On this day, the dragon knife is indeed left by the strong dragon.

After solving the scar head, Yang Xiaotian asked Luo Qing to search for the blood knife to help the body, and only found some gold coins and healing medicines. There was nothing valuable.

Wen Jingyi was slow, and came to Yang Xiaotian and laughed with a fist: "Jing Yi thank you for his son to save each other.

Yang Xiaotian shook his head and smiled: "No need to be polite, heroes save beauties, this is a common thing."

Wen Jingyi heard the words, and couldn't help but laugh.

This little guy, who is a hero to save the beauty, is really a ghost.

In fact, how did she know that the eight -nine -year -old little guy in front of her body had a soul in her 20s.

Before the reincarnation of the soul, Yang Xiaotian was a Wudang faction, and he was in his twenties.

When Wen Jingyi laughed, the laughter was very nice, like a bell, and the eyes were curved, there was a black temptation.

"Son, since you are also going to Wangcheng, it is better to go together tomorrow?" Wen Jingyi laughed.

"Okay." Yang Xiaotian laughed: "As long as you are not afraid that I will leak your whereabouts to the Blood Sword Gang, I don't mind going with a beautiful woman."

Wen Jingyi laughed with a coquettish voice: "The son said laughed. Just now it was Qiu Lan reckless. He offended his son, and asked the son to not blame it." Then asked Wen Qiulan to apologize to Yang Xiaotian.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Wen Qiulan stepped forward and apologized to Yang Xiaotian, but it was a bit reluctant to look at it.

Yang Xiaotian did not look at Wen Qiulan, looked at Wen Jingyi, and laughed: "Still you look pleasing to the eye."

Wen Jingyi smiled again.

Wen Qiulan was so angry that Yang Xiaotian was undoubtedly said that she was not pleasing to the eye.

Later, Wen Jingyi sat next to the bonfire.

After the blood knife gang, the two talked closer.

Wu Qi did not speak, with a kind smile on his face, with a kind smile. Although Wen Jingyi had not seen Wu Qi shot, after the incident, he did not dare to treat the old man who made the wood in front of him as an ordinary old man.

She became more curious about Yang Xiaotian.

This kid is so smart, I don’t know where he came from, but he has such a strong man around him.

Could he be a descendant of a certain royal family?

The two chatted until late at night.

Then they went to sleep.

Yang Xiaotian sat cross-legged there, meditating and regulating his breath.

The firelight illuminated his tender face.

The night gradually passed.

At dawn, Yang Xiaotian and others set off.

Wen Jingyi saw that Yang Xiaotian and his friends were walking, so she asked Fengyun Business to give two horses to Wu Qi and Luo Qing. As for Yang Xiaotian, she smiled and said, "If you don’t mind, ride on the same horse with me."

Yang Xiaotian was stunned: "Riding on the same horse with you?"

This, isn’t it too bad?

"Does the young master mind?" Wen Jingyi blinked her beautiful eyes.

Yang Xiaotian shook his head. Since the other party had said this, he couldn’t mind it.

Then, Wen Jingyi sat in front holding the horse rope, and Yang Xiaotian sat behind him.

Wen Jingyi had a faint body fragrance, which was very pleasant.

"Sir, you should hold me. The dragon horse will be a little bumpy when it runs." After walking for a while, Wen Jingyi smiled at Yang Xiaotian.

Yang Xiaotian looked at Wen Jingyi's slender waist and hesitated.

He could see that she was still an unmarried girl.

Wen Jingyi looked back and gave Yang Xiaotian a look with her beautiful eyes, very charming: "What are you thinking about, little guy." For some reason, she felt very close to Yang Xiaotian in front of her.

When she looked closely, she found that Yang Xiaotian's skin was really good.

Could it be because he often drank the wine last night?