Female president's private killer

The vast grassland is full of dust and footprints, as well as crushed fresh grass. You can also see many abandoned pens and paper, which are the traces left by the Zhao family's children.

It seems that these people are still obsessed with Chinese traditional culture.

There is a small castle built not far away, which can accommodate hundreds of people. This is also one of the strongholds of the Zhao family. It is hard to imagine that these people can make such a large fortification in such a short time. It can be seen that they are bound to win this time.

The Zhao children in the castle are ready to fight, and they are full of confidence.

The Zhao family thought that the enemy they were about to face should be a large army from the black army. No one knew who their real enemy was.

Only Zhao tiankuang, one of the four elders guarding here, knows the real reason. The enemy who put the Zhao family in danger is just a person, a very terrible person.

But Zhao tiankuang is confident that as long as this man appears, he can leave him here!

Because... He knows talismans. He is a rare talisman in the classification of Taoism.

Master Fu makes a knife and pen, and the red ink is waved horizontally.

There are many kinds of masters in the way of cultivating Taoism, and this master of talismans is one of them. In the final analysis, the so-called master of talismans is just another way of exerting Taoist power. The only difference is that this way also needs to be driven by spiritual power.

This not only needs a certain strength to support itself, but also the requirements for spiritual strength are particularly harsh, so it can be regarded as a scarce type relatively.

Zhao tiankuang not only has a strong physique and a strong wooden stick in his hand, but also can draw powerful talismans. This is his strength.

The grass outside the castle was covered with a layer of shallow dew. When Duan Tiandao's right foot just fell to the ground and didn't even leave a trace on the ground, he stopped.

He only took one step, more accurately, he only took half a step. Duan Tiandao looked down at the ground. He was wearing military boots, and there was a small stone next to the military boots.

He looked at the stone and frowned slightly. Then he withdrew his right foot and stood back where he had been.

Duan Tiandao looked around and noticed that there were thousands of stones around the castle. They were big or small, sharp edges or round as eggs.

However, no matter what shape the stones are, they are emitting an extremely strong sense of stubbornness and injustice. The breath seems so silent and unwilling that it seems to fill the whole world.

The breath was so clear, so silent and firm that in the breath of heaven and earth, it was forcibly stuffed into countless obstacles, and the breath could not be happy.

Because of the existence of these stones, the dark channels naturally existing between heaven and earth become unobstructed like breathing. In other words, there is no distance in this stone world.

Thousands of stones look like soldiers in white armor, and those big stones look like giant wolves in the snow field in the north, with a full sense of killing.

Obviously, this is a big battle.

A large array of stones.

Ordinary people may not use this method, but it is common for practitioners.

Duan Tiandao looked at these stones and suddenly smiled. He didn't step forward. He stood quietly in these stones.

In this rugged stone array, neither of them could see each other, so he did nothing. He just waited quietly, waiting to attack himself in the direction.

A piece of soil fell down the black wall and fell on Duan Tiandao outside the city. With the snow, there was a short wooden stick.

The wooden stick broke the wind and was silent. Even the blocked and uncomfortable breath between heaven and earth was not affected. It followed the flow of wind and snow in nature, and there was no trace to follow.

Duan Tiandao's eyes are slightly bright.

This wooden stick seems simple and ordinary, but in his opinion, it is more amazing than the large array composed of stones. The long sword pierces the wind and points at the wooden stick in the seemingly empty place.

Thousands of stones exude a rugged and stiff smell. When swords and sticks meet, a very clear and soft smell immediately dilutes the smell of the block array.

Swords and sticks meet in the air and at a point. They are still. In the space around that point, everything is still, whether it's wind or things.

The powdery broken snow in the corners of his clothes fell one after another and sprinkled on Duan Tiandao and Zhao tiankuang. Countless cracks appeared on Zhao tiankuang's cotton padded jacket, and blood flowed out.

There was a wind blowing around him from the ground, like a pair of invisible wings, pushing his scarred body, such as the water retreating, exiting the barrier and entering the castle.

Duan Tiandao frowned slightly and was surprised.

Since the other side starts to attack, there must be follow-up means, so he is ready for the next move.

However, the opponent did nothing and retreated directly into the castle.

In that case, he will go in.

To enter the castle, you need to break the jagged rubble in front of you.

Duan Tiandao waved his hand, and the Taoist power overflowed, rolling up a thousand layers of wind, like flowing clouds.

Beside the road, a stone rises with the wind and falls in the grass far away.

He waved again and the stone flew up again.

He walked towards the castle.

Walk all the way, roll your sleeves like clouds, and destroy the stone flying array all the way.

Duan Tiandao waved at will and strolled around the court, breaking the array.

Zhao tiankuang let go and threw the stick on the grass in front of him. He has profound runes, so he can use the breath of heaven and earth in the array.

When the wooden stick fell, it made a light sound of "pa", and then there was a light sound in the clouds above the castle, and then there was a loud sound, countless loud sounds and countless lightning. It drilled out of the clouds, and then fell and cleaved to Duan Tiandao's body.

These lightning are very dense and powerful. Even if Duan Tiandao uses Taoist power to protect himself, he can't ensure that he won't be hurt.

Duan Tiandao's figure suddenly became faint. A lightning hit the position where he had stood. The smoke was filled with smoke and there was a burning smell, but he split the air.

Countless lightning fell one after another, and Duan Tiandao's figure appeared again and then disappeared. It was like a clear and indifferent cloud. It kept drifting in the lightning and thunder, and could not be caught at all.

We can only hear the sound of breaking the air, the sound of lightning cutting down, and the strong wind is like smoke and dust. There is a battlefield outside the fort. No matter how powerful the lightning is, it still can't suppress the meaning of those vertical and horizontal.

This place is full of the power of natural terror. To Duan Tiandao, it is like idle court. He walks out at random, takes out a handkerchief, wipes the dust on his palm, then puts it back in his arms and looks at the castle.

I don't know when, Zhao tiankuang reappeared in his eyes. His face was pale. Although he couldn't see obvious scars, he suffered a very serious internal injury. He was covered with blood, exhausted and shaky. The victory or defeat was divided.

He was retreating, then took out the prepared Rune from his arms and patted him heavily.

Yes, one shot.

When everyone thought he was going to run away, he took a piece of paper on his body.

Then he rushed up and punched.

Very simple moves, not even moves.

However, in simplicity, there is the ultimate power, so the speed is also the ultimate.

There was a light explosion in the street, which was the result of the air being squeezed away quickly.

Zhao tiankuang's fist, like an arrow, hit Duan Tiandao's eyes.

This is his unique skill. No one knows that he is very powerful except Fu Dao. His boxing after blessing Fu Dao is even more powerful. It's like beating chicken blood.

Such a simple punch is so majestic. With his unique rough taste, it has the feeling of Xu yourong's sword.

In the face of such a fist, other people would probably choose to avoid it, because the most vulnerable thing for practitioners is their body. To fight with the body refiners who accept heaven and earth in their body and have boundless power, and who have been blessed with talismans, the first thing to do is to open the distance from each other.

But Duan Tiandao didn't retreat.

Zhao tiankuang knew that Duan Tiandao would not retreat. He knew that Duan Tiandao was equally strong.

Duan Tiandao has enough strength, both strength and body strength, to connect this fist.

Zhao tiankuang is waiting for that moment. What he wants to create is a tough environment, because he has countless backhands and countless tough means, so he needs a undertaking surface to provide support.

Just like those terrible sandstorms on the grassland at the turn of spring and summer, when walking through the open field, it is not so terrible. As long as you keep a distance, you can even regard those pictures as rare beauty, but how can someone or thing be in those sandstorms and begin to undertake the power in them, they will be instantly hit with holes and broken.

As long as Duan Tiandao doesn't retreat. As long as Duan Tiandao is hard connected, the sandstorm will devour him.

However, to his surprise, Duan Tiandao did not choose to dodge or retreat, but he did not connect hard by means. From a positive point of view, he seemed... To have done nothing.

Duan Tiandao didn't have any expression on his face. The iron bow was still on his shoulder, the long sword was still behind him, and the sniper gun was hanging behind him. He even carried his hands on his back. It seemed that he didn't care about the coming fist.

But no one really cares because the fist is big.

Duan Tiandao has actually made his own response, but Zhao tiankuang didn't see it.

His hands behind his back had spread out, and his right hand quickly wrote a word in the air.

When the scribbled word was finished, his face became pale for several minutes. At the same time, an unimaginable vigorous mental power emanated from his body and came to heaven and earth.

The heaven and earth auras were pouring into Zhao tiankuang's body quickly, and suddenly became stagnant. In an instant, those heaven and earth auras seemed to hear some order and began to gather and take shape crazily.

The violent wind and sand walked through the field and lost everyone's sight.

Duan Tiandao wrote a word called tie.

He learned this from old man Tianji a long time ago. He never had a chance to use it. Unexpectedly, today's opportunity came.

The sandstorm did come, but it was not Zhao tiankuang, but Duan Tiandao.

Countless yellow mud flew from the ground, from the earth wall and from the grass around. It came to the ditch at a speed beyond imagination and came to Zhao tiankuang's fist.

A wisp of yellow mud is a tie, which is attached with an amazing amount of heaven and earth aura.

Hundreds of strands of yellow mud rose from every corner, obeyed Duan Tiandao's orders, and fell on Zhao tiankuang's fist, turning into a tie one by one, as if he had wrapped countless layers of gauze around his fist.

Old, purulent, yellow gauze.

Duan Tiandao uses the "tie" character.

The yellow mud in the trench is his symbol.

Zhao tiankuang felt that his fist hit a piece of loess. The loess was deep and flowing below. The terrible force was tearing his hand.

Tearing brought pain, he was not afraid, but more sober.

With a low roar, he loosened his fist and cut out his five fingers like five machetes. With unparalleled strength, he cut countless layers of yellow mud bound to his fist!

Duan Tiandao looked at the yellow mud gradually breaking, and his expression remained unchanged. He raised his right hand and wrote several strokes.

then.

Zhao tiankuang's fist

Finally.