His speed is very fast, and Zhang Qian is no less than that.

The mountain is covered with grass fragrance in the humid air. In the soft sunlight, the red and blue wild flowers bloom not far away, adding some color to the grayish yellow rocks.

Two people stand opposite each other in the wild flowers, the fierce murderous atmosphere is full of, the originally quiet mountain top swings a strong wind, blows the petals down one after another.

At this time, 57 had a sword in his hand, which was very special. The body of the sword was as thin as paper and soft as cotton, but it contained a chill.

The killer is lonely. It is a kind of torture and enjoyment for us to face many challenges and a very dangerous future.

The sword, like himself, has experienced too many vicissitudes. The bright light is no longer there. Instead, it is precipitation, accumulation and forbearance. Time can change many things, but it can not change the loneliness deeply buried in him and the sword.

Every time a master is killed by him, his loneliness will be more. Accumulated in this way, the loneliness in his heart has become a vast ocean, flooding out of control. This tortured him almost crazy, but also let him enjoy more.

His sword has been soaked and infected by the blood of different people. The dark red mottled mark has already penetrated into the sword body. It can't be removed by wiping or even polishing, making it look like a rusty piece of broken iron.

He hasn't used this sword for several years, but his hand is still strong and steady. Since the moment when his hand and hilt touch each other, he is no longer lonely. It's like meeting an old friend he hasn't seen for a long time.

Compared with 57, Zhang Qian hates loneliness. He likes sunshine, friends and beautiful women. He didn't want to think about what his life would be like without them. But only one time he will feel lonely, and it is strange lonely, that is, when fighting with people.

He hated killing people, and this idea became more and more strong, and it went deep into his heart, but there were always some reasons why he had to do it.

Even at this time, he still does not want to kill, but in the face of such an opponent, even if he is a little soft hearted, he will take his own life.

"To remind you, if you give me your jade pendant now, I can make you die decently." He is not joking because he never does.

Zhang Qian's thick eyebrows coagulated, a few more black lines on his forehead, and said: "your boy is really annoying. I have told you that I don't have a bright moon jade pendant. Are you tired of grinding?"

Fifty seven cold eyebrows stand upright, the corner of the mouth a bit more cruel color, strong murderous surge up, the sea of fury like waves rushed to the opponent's face, blowing the wild flowers next to a fall.

At the same time, his body was like a silver snake. In a flash, he came to Zhang Qian.

When the sword comes out, it has a strong sense of killing. Several cold awns are like flying eagles, which contain incomparable momentum and fall like Skynet.

The speed of this move has exceeded Zhang Qian's imagination. Under the fierce sword wind, his cold hair keeps falling, and there are many small wounds on his body.

After several moves, the soft sword stabbed Zhang Qian's head like a snake spitting a letter. It was so fast that it was hard to dodge.

Zhang Qian's body leaped back. He thought he could avoid the edge, but he didn't want his opponent's soft sword to follow him.

There was a throb in his heart. It was so short that it was hard to measure it in a regular time unit. Even the conditioned reflex was hard to make. When his life was hanging on the line, Zhang Qian suddenly somersaulted, and the tip of his sword was close to his chest. He could even feel the cold touch of the soft sword.

When his feet stepped on the ground, Zhang Qian's lapels were almost all wet. That seemingly ordinary move almost sent him to the West. There was no reason why he didn't sweat.

A soft sword as thin as a cicada's wing takes a lot of trouble to cut the meat, but when it comes to 57, it turns into a sharp killing weapon. With this soft sword, his combat effectiveness has more than doubled.

Zhang Qian finally knows why 57 can become a general of black mamba and a super killer that people are afraid of. He even thinks that with 57's fighting power, he should be at the top of the list of killers.

He never let go of his frown. The expression on his face is constantly changing. Such treacherous swordsmanship has reached the level of metamorphosis. It can be said that he is one of the best killers.

Just now he was in a cold sweat. He didn't give him any chance to fight back. The sword followed him again.

This sword is faster than last time, and its angle is more tricky. People can't avoid it at all. Even Zhang Qian is no exception.

Since he could not avoid it, Zhang Qian simply quickly stretched out his middle finger. I don't know how many cold soldiers' sharp blades these two fingers have broken. They seem to be independent of Zhang Qian's body and can help him out of danger at any time.

The sharp sword stopped between Zhang Qian's fingers. He immediately twisted one by one, but did not think that the sword body was not only sharp but also quite flexible, so that he could not break it at all.

When he was a little stunned, he turned his wrist and rolled the sword like a snake. The soft power had the effect of pulling away Zhang Qian's fingers.As soon as Zhang Qian's heart sank and his thinking relaxed a little, his wrist turned again, and his soft sword cut his fingers. Fortunately, Zhang Qian avoided in time, otherwise his finger would have been reimbursed.

It was a rare miss, which made Zhang Qian's forehead sweat a lot.

Fifty seven one moves failed, another move came. The moves were continuous, the speed of the moves was still rapid, and the hands holding the sword were still steady and powerful.

Zhang Qian's movement is more and more slow, but his opponent's moves are more and more fierce. He keeps pushing him back. Within five moves, he will die on the spot.

57 showed a proud sneer, seized a flaw of his opponent, and let out a loud shout. The sword swept away like waves. The sound was like the roar of a dragon and the roar of a tiger, and the momentum was like a rainbow running through the sun.

This attack contains all his killing power, hard and fierce with Yin and soft, speed and strength are impeccable, it can be said that there is no flaw. A hand is to drink the blood of a man, it is to eat the life of a man.

However, at this time, a black awn came from nowhere and rushed away. At the same time, a figure shot at full speed, just in the middle of the two, and the sword just penetrated her soft body.

"Poof" a splash of blood, so that the surrounding bright wild cloth on a layer of scarlet.

Zhang Qian's eyes flashed! I don't know who this man is!

Fifty seven's killing move hit. Before I could identify it, my body reflexively darted back, just avoiding the black awn. His right hand with the sword trembled a little, and his back skirt was wet.

If it wasn't for his ability to be flexible, he would have been beaten into a sieve.

Zhang Qian was staring at the woman in front of him. She was wearing a light blue shirt, a pair of khaki trousers on her legs, and a pair of white sports shoes on her feet. Her graceful figure exuded a strong sense of youth.

She twisted her face slowly, her hair spread out gently and moved slowly under the breeze. Her face was moving under the neat bangs. Her thin lips, small nose, curved eyebrows and big eyes were watery and boundless.

But her face was a little pale, and there was a stab wound in her waist and abdomen. The blood was spilling out, and her clothes were very red.

It's her!

The moment he saw her face, Zhang Qian's eyebrows were tightly condensed to a place, and his jaw almost fell down.

This woman is no one else. She is Hua Jianyue, the leader of the most mysterious Chinese army, the thunderbolt Dragon God.

Zhang Qian had never thought that he and she had been separated for such a long time. Today, he met in this place, and she even helped him block a sword.

"Are you crazy? Think of yourself as Superman or iron man? " Zhang Qian's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared.

Flower see month indifferent smile, small mouth open, just want to say what, but directly fell into Zhang Qian's arms.

Seeing her blood turned black quickly, Zhang Qian smelled it with his nose. It was poisonous. Obviously, the poison was refined on the soft sword.

Zhang Qian pats her on the back and shakes her body twice. But Hua Jianyue doesn't respond, and her body slowly cools down.

"It's no use. She will die if she is stabbed by my poisonous sword. I didn't expect that your woman's fate is so good that even chilianshe, one of the twelve sages, is willing to die for you. " He said in a mockery.

But Zhang Qian's cold look back made his smile disappear instantly.

It's the first time to see such fierce and cruel eyes. It should only appear in nightmares or legends, and should not exist in reality at all.

Zhang Qian stood up with a thousand year old frost on his face. A strong breath of death permeated his face. Everywhere he went, all the flowers and plants withered and the vitality disappeared.

This time, Zhang Qian is really angry, angry out of control!

He wiped the sweat off his face with his hand and walked towards the street step by step.

His speed is not fast, the breeze will lift his forehead hair, revealing the dense eyebrows, such as Longxing's eyes, empty and deep, as if to devour everything.

With Zhang Qian as the center of the circle, he has formed an aura of swallowing the sky and swallowing the earth, which immediately envelops the world. It seems that he has become the master of this space, and can control the fate of all things here.

Fifty seven suddenly felt that he was small. He was like a little worm. He was in danger of being killed at any time. His original aura was completely swallowed up and disappeared without a trace.

He instinctively retreated, at the same time, he felt out the pistol at his waist and shot at Zhang Qian.

The bullet's flight speed slowed down under the thick murderous atmosphere. Zhang Qian blocked it with his hand casually, but his steps did not stop, and he still kept moving forward steadily.

Fifty seven's face suddenly changed, his voice trembled and said, "how many seals have you broken?"

Zhang Qian step up to him, eyes a squint: "you guess."

57. The hand holding the sword squeaked and suddenly burst into a roar, and his body jumped up. The soft sword in his hand was as strong as a bolt, and he ran to Zhang Qian's heart.He has already exerted 12% of his strength in this sword. As long as he is not a true God, he can't retreat completely, and Zhang Qian is no exception.

Surprisingly, Zhang Qian didn't dodge. He stood in the same place as if he was willing to die. He quietly watched the sword stab into his chest. There was no change in his face.

57. The whole person was stunned, as if he had been frozen for a moment.

Just when he was a little stunned, Zhang Qian stretched out his left hand and drew a mysterious curve in the void, which clearly contained the meaning of heaven and earth, and then slowly buckled it on the top of his head.

57. If he was shocked, his body trembled violently. Since that hand touched his body, he could not move any more. He felt overwhelmed by Mount Tai.

"Divine punishment? Is this divine punishment? " His voice was full of fear, and his eyes were full of despair.