Thousand Blades of Death

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Yan Tieshan's smooth and tender white face suddenly tightened like a bowstring, and his smile became strange and stiff.

He was usually a man of indignity, but Lu Xiaofeng's words were like a whip. A whip cracked his decades-old sores, and his fatal wound began to bleed again.

His strangeness was already too obvious, and Ma Yuan picked up the wine glass to cover up the slight ridicule of his lips.

Lu Xiaofeng also seemed to smell the trace, and his eyes were shining, and then slowly said: "If the big boss recognizes this person, he may as well tell him that he has an old account for decades, and now someone is ready to find him. ."

Yan Tieshan's face tightened, and suddenly said: "General Huo."

Ma Yuan raised his eyes, but looked out of the door. He sensed a murderous air, but no one on the scene seemed to be able to detect this murderous air, not even Huamanlou.

Huo Tianqing was still indifferent, saying, "In."

Yan Tieshan said coldly: "The three sons don't want to stay here anymore. Hurry up and prepare the horses for them. They will leave now." He didn't look back until the sentence was finished. Strode out.

Lu Xiaofeng was sitting side by side, and Hua Manlou's face slightly sighed.

But when Yan Tieshan walked out of the door, someone suddenly blocked his way, and said coldly: "They still don't want to go, and you better stop here."

A long body is standing upright, white as snow. The sword by the waist is black, dark, long and ancient.

Ma Yuan couldn't help but look at Ximen blowing snow. Every time he saw this person, he would be shocked once, shocked by his personality, by his quality, by his temperament as high as the snow of the Tianshan Mountains.

Yan Tieshan glared and asked sharply, "Who dares to be so rude?"

"Simon blows snow!"

Simon blowing snow, the name itself is like a sword front, cold and sharp.

Yan Tieshan couldn't help but took two steps back and suddenly shouted, "Come here!"

Ma Yuan looked quietly there, not caring about the five people who showed up suddenly, nor Huo Tianqing's vaguely hidden murderous gaze. But there are always people who are fools, because they are fools, they have to pick the flowers and go downstairs first. If the original Suiyun in Chu Liuxiang's world, I am afraid that this fool has already been dug out of his eyes, and alive with pain.

Hua Manlou sighed, his robe sleeves flew out like clouds, and rolled up the opponent's weapon, as flexible as his own arm, and threw the enemy into the lotus pond outside the window.

Su Shaoying couldn't help but lose his voice: "Good work!"

This line, is it Su Shaoying, aware of the existence of cannon fodder, Ma Yuancai turned his gaze back interestedly, looking at the young people not far away, wearing a very simple hard suit, but with some elegant temperament, and for the rivers and lakes Looks a little green face.

Su Shaoqing and Huamanlou said a few words, and he couldn't help asking for advice. He didn't plan to hurt Huamanlou, so he used chopsticks, but in a flash, he had stabbed the seven swords.

Good swordsmanship.

Ma Yuan smiled, but it was a pity that he couldn’t compare with Hua Man Lou, so he looked at Xi Men blowing snow again. At this time, he had solved the three people who besieged him, and put the sword to his lips, blowing gently. Blowing, the blood dripped from the tip of the sword in a series, and his eyes were shining, letting people feel suffocated.

Simon blows snow and blood.

Ma Yuan finally felt the long-lost excitement. He originally liked to feel stronger. He stood up and looked at Lu Xiaofeng with a smile. "Can I share it with me?"

Lu Xiaofeng also smiled, "You can pick whatever you like."

Huo Tianqing smiled in front of him, and could not see his secret murderousness at all, "If Ma Gongzi likes them, they can all play with you."

Ma Yuan raised his eyebrows, "In this case, then borrow your hip flask for use."

It turned out that Ma did not bring any weapons to this world, but in fact, after so many lives, his use of weapons was flexible and casual. At this time, he picked up the hip flask in front of him and gently pulled it away. Quite a few flakes came, and the toes lightly.

The other seven people called by Yan Tieshan on the field watched the thin slices across the throat, and then died.

The speed is too fast!

Simon Blown Snow stared at Ma Yuan, staring at him, "It's a pity you don't need a sword."

Lu Xiaofeng frowned slightly, and looked at Ma Yuan with some worry. There was a hunch that made him feel that something very unpleasant would happen in the future.

Ma Yuan smiled. "Flying flowers and picking leaves can hurt people. What's the point of using a sword or not." He said, looking at Su Shaoying, this time Hua Manlou had already identified each other's identity, two people Stopped.

Simon Bukiyuki also looked at him, "Since learning the sword, why not come to me?"

Su Shaoying's face suddenly turned pale, and his chopsticks were broken by him.

Ma Yuan thought about Su Shaoying thoughtfully. The young boy was full of enthusiasm. Although he knew that he could not win the snow blow from Simon, and he instinctively avoided it from the beginning, he still could not bear the temptation, but he was able to die generously. What the original book said was so useless.

Xi Men blowing snow sneered and said: "The legendary swordsmanship of Emei, in the show of Shu, is it just a false voice?"

Su Shaoying gritted his teeth and walked steadily to Simon Blowing Snow. He had begun to hold the idea of ​​dying, but he also had too many unwillingness. Simon Blowing Snow is a god, is it true that Sanying is really worthy of fame? ?

Simon blowing snow looked at him coldly, "What sword are you using?"

Su Shaoying couldn't help sneering, "As long as it is a sword that can kill people, I can use it."

it is good!

Ma Yuan felt appreciative, and his unyielding fighting attitude was a potential expression. He was more and more looking forward to the character of the little girl in the original book who was like an elf.

Su Shaoying looked at the sword on the ground. One sword was narrow, long and sharp, and the other was thick and heavy.

Ma Yuan looked at him and chose the most correct one under oppression. He couldn't help but chuckled and said: "Emei's descendants, it really is not a worthy name!"

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