I can summon misery

Chapter 43

In the starry night, a silent and chilling atmosphere infects a snow-white world, confronting people, confronting shadows, and murderous intent permeate the silence.

Chu Yilian's eyes locked tightly on the figure in front of her. In the next moment, with a movement of her breath, the sharpness in her hands shone like a starlight, and she came out with the sound of cold wind. She made moves, got up, and started fighting. But in the blink of an eye, in just a moment, the difference between life and death The struggle is close at hand!
When a strong enemy entered, Hua Qianshu didn't dare to be careless, he shook his sleeves lightly, and the flower needles were sent out again, but seeing the flower needles pouring down like rain, Shen Zhang followed closely behind.

The knife and dagger waved and circled to block the rain of fine flowers. Chu Yilian's indifferent eyes showed a bloodthirsty light, and with a shake of his hand, the dark purple cloud was already entwined, accompanied by bursts of decaying breath, which made people feel alive when they smelled it. hate.Knowing that the opponent is using poison, Hua Qianshu is extremely dexterous, stepping down and moving, Huazhen palm qi alternately attacking, even Chu Yilian's body looks like an illusion, the offensive is unpredictable, and his poison skill is terrifying, it is hard to say that he possesses it. upper hand!
The two women fought each other for a while, each understood the opponent's methods, and immediately, they used the ultimate move together!
"Yi Ren turned around!"

"Flowing Water Dragon!"

The knife and dagger got up and approached, the flowery water sleeves waved, and there were several blows, the two retreated, but seeing the falling snow dancing, the beautiful woman dancing, murderous, silent!

In the other place, the dream brush, the feather fan, Danqing's supernatural ability, the four-image technique, Shangguan Yuanque took the lead in making moves, the dream brush swiped, the mountains rained and the river tide, but in the blink of an eye, the person watching the painting has become the person in the painting.

"fall!"

With a sound of falling, the mountain rain falls, the river tide surges, the offensive is ups and downs, all of them are taken, Zhu Yanhang frowned, the feather fan fluttered and danced lightly, and the four elephants mantra in his hand, the four energy of earth, wind, water, and fire converged into one Immediately lift the fan, the fan turns into a Suzaku figure, and the huge flame rises!
"Zhu Dan Yangyan!"

The raging flames rose up, burning everything, and the moment it touched the mountains, rain, and river tides, the water and fire clashed into each other, and the water mist spread everywhere.

"Great!"

The raging Suzaku fire burned all things, and the illusion of Shangguan Yuanque's ink and wash suddenly shattered, and the original drawing paper was also fragmented.Shangguan Yuanque frowned, staggered back, and danced with the dream pen in his hand again, trying to reconstruct the illusion of the picture, but Zhu Yanhang got up and killed him!
"Painting with a pen, entering the country with painting, and killing people with the environment, what a six-stroke painting!"

"..."

Speechless, speechless, palms fly, people make mistakes, strokes pass, shadows move quickly.The artisan knows how to draw, the fierce battle does not give in to each other, fists and palms exchange, fan and brush meet, the battle situation is stalemate for a while!
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In the forest at night, people and horses move forward silently, and occasionally a few birds will be startled out of the forest, but after a while, they return to their quiet state.

People in disguise, take off the extra frame and extra luggage, there is no need for camouflage when they come here, they are in a hurry, just to reach the target faster and faster, this is what they have always accepted instruction.

Killing, only killing, task, only task.Only by eradicating the enemy can the value of their existence be realized.

Suddenly, there was the sound of orderly footsteps, like a roar of thunder, like a landslide, the sound reverberated, and the earth trembled. The man in black at the head raised his hand silently, and the group of masked men in black behind him stopped in their tracks, pulling out their waistbands one after another. The short knife stared coldly at the end of the sound source.

How many people can there be in a caravan is only more than a hundred people. This is the information received by Wang Fansheng. Therefore, this is undoubtedly a close contest. Knowing that the enemy is from the British government, his There was no fear in my heart.

war!Only war!As a soldier, there is no reason to be afraid of war!
Arranging, advancing, and responding to the enemy, Wang Fansheng stood at the forefront of the battle array, looking at the black clothes in the distance, and retreated the disguise of the caravan. At this moment, what fell in front of Wang Fansheng was only the British government who carefully trained out of the killer.

"These people don't seem to be simple, so don't be careless." Si Kongling reminded Wang Fansheng in a deep voice.

"I understand." Wang Fansheng slowly pulled out the ring-shou knife and pointed forward.

At this time, I saw Jiangmen Feimeng let out a heavy shout, and the arrow shot out, thunder and thunderbolt, and the arrow galloped through the forest to take the opponent's army!

The leader of the black-clothed killer, holding a knife in both hands, was fearless, fearless, and responded brazenly. The arrow and the blade sparked sparks. An arrow that could penetrate the city was cut in half abruptly.

"That knife looks like a Japanese knife." Si Kongling's eyes fell on those knives.

"Don't care what kind of knife he is, kill, kill!" Jiangmen quickly drew his bow and arrow, and shot again, but was still cut in two by the leading man in black again.

"kill!"

Indifferent and deep voice, with a faint tone of killing intent, how have they ever been afraid of a hundred people against a hundred people?

Are you a master of bow and arc?It's really extraordinary that someone can exert the power similar to the city-breaking crossbow with only human power, but so what?
There are countless dead souls under the knife, how about adding a few more?

"kill!"

In the direction of the weapon, there is a cry of killing, black clothes, black shadows, and night, rushing to kill, there is a silent silence, a terrifying killing intent.

"Army, fight!"

"war!"

"war!"

The loud voice dispelled the oppressive atmosphere in front of him, and he was once again on the battlefield. Wang Fansheng didn't have any panic, the knife fell, and marched!

On the other side, Si Kongling and Jiangmen Feimeng drew their bows and shot arrows. Most of the arrows were caught, and they could only kill a few people. This made the two of them feel that the team of black-clothed killers in front of them had an extraordinary background.

But in the blink of an eye, the distance has been surpassed, and the fighting begins.

Jiangmen Feimeng and Sikongling also took care of each other flawlessly, they stepped forward into the battle situation, and they were even more frightened by the incoming momentum.

"The strength of these killers is not inferior to the monsters in Youdu..."

This battle is difficult!

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With the fluttering snowflakes and the shining stars, the Golden Light Fortress is filled with tranquility and tranquility.

Suddenly, a muffled sound broke through the night, and a black figure rushed out of the Golden Fort, and the two figures clasped their hands fiercely, splashing snowflakes, and under the night, the fists and palms of the two figures staggered , shuttled under the silent night of ice and snow, there were bursts of thrilling battle sounds.

"Since you are here, let's sleep here forever."

"Leave me in eternal sleep, do you have that strength?"

Moving around, they met each other again in mid-air, each in their hearts admiring the other's ability, but seeing the two figures facing each other under the starlight, the murderous intent that permeated the whole field suddenly aroused a whirlwind.

The pitch-black figure and the figure with the silver-white mask intertwined in the dark night and under the heavy snow in a military confrontation. There is only one result of the confrontation. The winner only survives, and the loser only dies. Tonight, there is only one person left!
"Stay away from Golden Fort, do you think that Chu Yi can keep Mu Yu?"

"The game between the two sides is to fight for the hole cards. How many hole cards do you have yet to play? Let's wait and see after the victory!"

The masked guest was speechless, just frowning tightly.

When he saw the army and horses of Jinguangbao dispatched, he knew that the encirclement planned in the original plan would fail.

The opponent adopted an offense-defense style of play.

Then he saw the tricks, the thirteen robbers, the army, and himself, one after another, the hole cards were played, it was a game between the two sides on the chessboard.

"It seems that Golden Light Fort really has hidden manpower. It's really interesting."

The Thirteen Pirates, the original winner of the Thirteen Pirates, it seems that they will not be able to come to the battlefield.

It means that Mu Yu's subordinates, besides the superficial Huo Zhai Buddha Prison and bow arc masters, still have a fighting power...

"But the thirteen thieves are running across the northern border, and ordinary people want to stop them, but it's not that simple."

"So what, the Marquis of Triumph has only one goal tonight!"

Raise your hand, the cyclone surges, and the triumphant Hou gathers all the power of the prehistoric, recreating the unique skills of "Bing Jia Wu Jing"!
"Then I will come to learn, what to do, invincible!"

The pale world, the confronting figures, the moment of stagnation, is the moment when the battle is ignited!

　Thank you Daoyou Shi Jinglun for your reward

　　
　
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