Wrecked Sword Striking the Heaven

But listening to the sound of gold and iron, the cold light converged, and the three exquisite daggers hit each other on an exaggerated blunt iron!

A drop of cold sweat slowly exuded from his forehead, and the blunt iron immediately held it in his hand. It's an unprecedented killing!

In this gap, three people, black clothes, black mask and short sword, surrounded themselves in the center.

The movement here made the people nearby stagnate, and the tense atmosphere was diluted.

"Isn't his xuanming ring in my hand? Where did that knife come from? " Han Yang said to himself, feeling the cold and fierce atmosphere of the three people in black in front of him, and carefully stepped back.

It's not just Han Yang. Zifeng, who is in the center of the three, only feels a cold killing intention around him, condensed into a sharp dagger, raging in his heart. The footsteps moved slightly, and the three people around also moved with the same angle and distance. What a terrible teamwork!

Robben exclaimed, "gold mercenary? This is over, Jiang Yuncao. Don't think about it! "

The three words of gold medal mercenary, like a shadow, enveloped everyone's heart. The mercenary trade union can be different from the protection of the sectarian alliance. Up to now, the gold medal mercenary is the blade inside, the invincible blade! Their terrible body method and combat effectiveness are unimaginable. Many of the strong warriors were killed by them!

But at the moment, the clear eyes in Zifeng's eyes made pan Shuizhu frown slightly. In the face of three gold medal mercenaries, he could still look as calm as water. I knew this boy was not simple!

The black widow behind Robben, when she saw the scene in front of her, her hands hidden in her sleeves could not help shaking! It seems to have something to do with gold mercenaries!

"Hand it in." The voice was plain, but it contained an inviolable meaning. The man in black standing in front of Zifeng ignored a group of family people behind him and said faintly.

The blunt iron was still across his chest, and Zifeng pretended not to understand, "what do you pay? They robbed all my xuanming rings. I had nothing but this little beast. "Zifeng cried and laughed as he picked up Xiaobai on his shoulder in his left hand.

"Last time, if you don't hand it in, there's only one way"

"Dead people don't protest!" The voice is hoarse, like the maple forest in late autumn. The rustling breath comes from the back.

Although Zifeng's acting skills are good, he can only deceive the people of the family in front of him. The training of gold medal mercenaries is very tolerable. They can't escape their eyes even if they are as thin as a hair!

So at the moment when Zifeng grabbed it, his physical characteristics had been deeply branded in their eyes.

It's hard to hide!

And that drop of sweat finally dropped from Zifeng's forehead. Knowing that he couldn't hide, he simply played a vigorous game. Besides, Zifeng also wanted to see what the so-called gold medal mercenaries were like, "is that what you said?" I put the little white on my shoulder back. I don't know when I hold a spirit grass with beautiful colors in my left hand

The Gu carving hovering in the high air tried to dive down several times to take away the crimson cloud grass, but it was suppressed by the momentum on the ground, and failed several times.

The "hiss" sound of air-conditioning was heard in the audience. Almost everyone in the distance looked envious when they saw the "crimson cloud grass" at a close distance. In the eyes of Weihai, who has always been in an ancient well without waves, there has also been a lot of waves.

What's more, I can't suppress the greed in my eyes and just take a step forward

With a "poof" sound, I didn't see the man in black start. I don't know when to insert a sharp dagger in the neck of the man who came forward just now. He covered his neck with his hands and slowly collapsed to the ground. He breathed and had no vitality at all.

"Those who want to die, come forward and try" is no threat, but it is better than any threat.

Silence, dead silence! Hundreds of people stepped back under the threat of the three. Only one person in the field was still standing where he was. It was the black widow!

Zifeng's expression became more dignified than ever before. At that moment, when he took out the crimson cloud grass from the amulet bag, he clearly didn't see any emotional fluctuations in the eyes of the three people in front of him.

Gold mercenaries really deserve their reputation!

"You are a silver mercenary. Do you want to die!" The man in black at the back right gave the black widow a cold look.

Guo Jie and Luo Ben, who were behind him, hurried forward. "She had never seen a gold medal mercenary. She was excited. She couldn't help but step down immediately. Immediately," they said, dragging the black widow down.

After Leng hum, the man in black, the leader, smiled lightly, "you know what you are, or you'll spill your blood on the spot." With that, he came forward to pick up the coveted "crimson cloud grass" from Zifeng's left hand.

However, the man in black caught nothing. Only factor Feng retracted the "crimson cloud grass" and put it in front of him. After looking at it carefully, he seemed reluctant to give up and handed it up again.

A fierce light flashed in his eyes, suppressed the anger in his heart, and stretched out his hand again. He didn't want to catch an empty space this time, and Zifeng took the crimson cloud grass back!

"Your left hand, I want it!" The man in black in front said with gnashing teeth that the gold medal mercenary is in Xuantian. Who doesn't respect him? Even if he is a strong king of Wu, he will be respectful. But this boy in front of him doesn't know what's good or bad!

Zifeng smiled and received the crimson cloud grass in his hand into the amulet bag. Silently, he looked at the man in black in front of him, "did I tell you? Even if you reach out to me, I won't give you another try. Maybe I'll give it if I'm happy. "

Give it when you're happy? What do you think of gold mercenaries? Beggars or people in need of help?

Zifeng's tone alone is enough to make everyone stunned. If the boy is crazy, it's understandable. If he's not crazy, he's really looking for death!

Before Zifeng's voice fell, three towering anger twisted together and attacked Zifeng. It is the murderous spirit on the skeletons of thousands of people. As long as the will is not firm, the chaotic consciousness is bound to be seriously damaged and insane.

Even though they are in peace, after feeling this strong murderous spirit, the general martial artists are all timid and listless to fight. It is also the usual technique of gold medal mercenaries!

Wu Feichen's eyes are shining with strange luster. Why are the young people's eyes so like Zifeng? And the blunt iron handle is somewhat similar to the ink knife

While Zifeng in the field just smiled and looked light, and then asked, "do you want to fight alone or together?"

Shame is simply the shame of the gold medal mercenary. If a younger generation threatened to fight alone or siege, if it reached the president's ear, several people would be stripped of a layer of skin before giving up!

"Kill you! One arm is enough! " The man in black, who was played by Zifeng twice just now, stepped forward, carried his left hand behind him, and held a short sword in his right hand. His eyes are like scorpions. He wants to sting Zifeng all over his body!

"Really? Then come! " As soon as the sound fell, a clear murderous gas burst out of Zifeng's body, holding the bloody gas on the ground and coming down.

"What!"