Boom!

The sky was clear and suddenly there was a loud thunder!

Cheng Zhiyuan stepped out and kicked the guard away. The latter was hit in the heart and lungs and instantly vomited blood. However, the iron sword in his hand flew up and slashed out sixteen fierce sword auras in a row!

Feiyun turned into a dragon and snake in front of his face!

In the roar of the clouds, the sword energy crawled away like a dragon and snake, as if it were alive in an instant. When Cheng Zhiyuan saw this scene, he was immediately happy and began to calculate, and the swords in his hands turned at the same time!

It turns out that sword energy can still be used in this way, and your posture has improved!

call!

The strong wind rises again and again, and suddenly it turns into a dragon and a snake, the sea of ​​clouds flies in the sky, there are bursts of blue thunder, the world is turned upside down in the mud alley, the small world hangs upside down in black and white, just watch the change of day and night, between the light and dark, a blue and white sword shoots straight out!

Press green to scare mountain ghosts!

This sword goes straight to the face and seems to seal the throat, even ghosts and gods will avoid it!

The guard's eyes had just broken through the smoke and dust, and his spiritual sense was about to search in all directions. Unexpectedly, the sword had already struck straight at him and flew down!

The most ferocious attack method among swordsmen is assassination!

Dragons and snakes were all reduced to pieces. The guard's head was almost cut off with this sword blow. From his shoulder to his throat and even his face, a sword wound like a ferocious beast directly tore all flesh and blood!

The power of a stab is so terrifying!

The guard retreated with blood on his face and body. Cheng Zhiyuan exhaled and stood in the mud alley to thank him:

"You are such a good person who uses your own strength to pave the way for others."

Cheng Zhiyuan was now standing at the entrance of the collapsed mud alley. Everything around him was destroyed, except for the six feet and three inches of mud behind him that was unscathed.

The little girl was blocked behind him. At this time, she was both shocked and fascinated by what was happening in front of her.

This is the struggle of a true master...

If you are at the Holy Gate...

If you have already embarked on the path of spiritual practice...

She lowered her head, feeling very decadent, confused and inferior.

Cheng Zhiyuan's head tilted slightly, and then quickly turned back. His body began to bow slightly, full of aggression, like a tiger that had found its prey.

The sword began to flip, making a noisy buzz.

Thousands of winds turned into dancing silver threads.

His mouth opened and closed, and even in the middle of summer he breathed out a trace of white breath.

"It's raining."

Mixed with the muddy water, real wind and rain began to fall.

It is difficult for others to understand the true meaning of these three words, but it is not difficult to understand the desire to kill contained in them.

When a person turns into a ferocious beast, the whole world cries for him. This is the origin of wind and rain.

The linen clothes on the guard's chest had been torn to pieces, and two blood marks were deeply embedded in the flesh. Zhao Qian had a drop of cold sweat rolling down his forehead, and there was no smile on his face.

"Your Majesty, please leave quickly."

The guard showed a hint of bitterness, the situation in front of him was beyond his control:

"I'm afraid I can't take care of you..."

He didn't expect that the young and immature boy in front of him could be so terrifying with the power of his sword!

Zhao Qian took a deep and slow breath, lowered his head slightly, looked at the "White Crow" volume in his hand, and gritted his teeth.

He raised his head and said coldly:

"I am the eldest grandson of Wang. You are too courageous. You have made such a fuss and still want to kill someone and silence them?"

Zhao Qian did not give up recruiting Cheng Zhiyuan. It has to be said that this guy is still quite capable. At least he is not afraid of danger, which is a quality that a qualified monarch should have.

As the saying goes, if you do well by observing people's words and emotions, you will inevitably get promoted and make a fortune. In this case, he still holds an ambition, which can be said to be a deep understanding of the principle of seeking wealth through danger.

Being able to replace Zhao Jia, even if he has no real ability, he is definitely not a fool in terms of scheming.

Zhao Jia may be good at commanding troops and governing the country, but he is not as good as Zhao Qian in terms of scheming. This is the same as Jiang Wei was made by Huang Hao at the end of the Three Kingdoms and did not dare to return to Shu, so he could only farm in the frontier fortress.

These are the people who are experts in civil war and outsiders in foreign war.

Zhao Qian took two steps and brushed away the smoke and dust in front of him. At this time, he dared to look directly into Cheng Zhiyuan's dragon eyes and spoke loudly:

"The matter here is over. You take that little girl and leave. I will return to my palace. From now on, the pure and the dirty will never be together again."

"If you are willing, I can also reuse you. I promise you that as long as you stop now, I can ask you to be my right guard and make you an important guest!"

"I have always been magnanimous in my treatment of talented people."

The guards were on the side, ready to go, while Cheng Zhiyuan said oh, and also said: "Then how should we deal with the affairs of these grandsons?"

The word "life" was not mentioned in his words. At this moment, Zhao Qian suddenly realized. Looking at the ground, there were still intact bodies. They had been torn into pieces by the sword energy and turned into a pool of mud.

Zhao Qian was suddenly alarmed, and at the same time he felt that things were getting tricky. The young swordsman in front of him seemed to be more conciliatory than him. He actually deliberately smashed the corpses during the battle. No wonder he wanted to make such a big noise!

Now there is really no evidence! How can I say that someone suspected of being a demon appeared here, and then poured a basin of black water on my forehead?

Zhao Qian took a deep breath and said to Cheng Zhiyuan: "I guarantee in the name of Wang Changsun that everything here will be forgotten."

"These are just scumbags. How can their intelligence and strength be compared with this one?"

As he spoke, his breath gradually calmed down. Then he thought about it, it would actually be good if Hu Yu died. It is always reassuring for a villain to die. In this way, many of the dirty things he had done secretly would also disappear without a trace.

Look, this young ranger did him a favor.

After thinking like this, his mood gradually improved, so he spoke again and said:

"In the final analysis, I am just a wanderer in the market, but I am a royal family member. I can get angry, but I can't act randomly. Of course, I can also kill me now. The head of Zhao Qian, the eldest grandson of King Zhao, is here, but

Do you dare to come and get it?"

"As long as this head falls to the ground, although Zhao State is large, there will no longer be room for one foot."

He flicked his long sleeves, stepped forward, and stretched out his neck. He seemed fearless, but there was a trace of nervousness and anxiety in his eyes.

Cheng Zhiyuan's face was expressionless, and at this time, his second hand directly pressed on the blood-washing sword.

The unreserved killing intent is released, pressing, pulling, turning, falling, rising, pointing straight ahead!

A blood cuckoo fell from the demon sword's blood-washing body, and the wind rising from the sword was no longer a breeze, but a gust of dark wind.

The color of the sky and earth in the ruined mud alley seemed to begin to dim, becoming even darker in the wind and rain.

Like a lost lamb trapped in the swamp!

"The murderous spirit cannot reach the sky, the cold wind blows the rain and blood, the souls of the wronged do not enter the earth, the skull cries in the sand and the moon, human life is inherently permanent..."

A despairing and terrifying dragon roar rises mightily in the abyss!

A blood-stained pear blossom seemed to suddenly bloom in Zhao Qian's eyes!

White blood flower in the dark!

The sword in Cheng Zhiyuan's hand flipped violently!

At this moment, Zhao Qian immediately pulled back and took several steps back. The pressure of that moment almost made him crazy, just at that moment!

Zhao Qian assured that the ranger in front of him just now really wanted to kill him!

"You...you...are so brave!"

Zhao Qian's face turned pale because of the fright at that moment, but the guard, covered in blood, still stood in front of him.

Cheng Zhiyuan's teeth oozed white air, and the swords in his hands shook slightly.

However, at this moment, the sound of rapid horse hooves came from behind.

The visitor was in a hurry. When he saw Cheng Zhiyuan swinging his sword, he immediately stepped forward to stop him. After walking no more than a dozen steps, he bent down and saluted:
Chapter completed!