In a moment, Zhao Sa, who was attracted by the delicate young man, had no choice but to be shaken and fall into an irreversible disadvantage.

Zhao Sa looked up and saw the bloodless face.

As pale as paper, cold and ruthless.

Zhao Sa remembered someone. When the old husband Liu Zhengqing died this spring, someone in Lin'an used a sword to slash thunder to protect Liu Zhengqing from writing his life's last work. At this moment, this sword should have arrived.

He shouted angrily, and after weighing the pros and cons in an instant, he paused his feet and rose up.

The long halberd was stalked and he rushed up to the sword.

The shadow of the halberd is like a mountain.

It seemed to have stirred up the entire earth, and it was heavy to overwhelm the sky, trying to destroy the lightning sword light that penetrated the heaven and earth like lightning.

The thunder above the sky became more and more violent.

In an instant, countless people in front of the general's grave felt a flash of sight, and a white light suddenly burst out. The white light turned into a hideous white tiger, with its teeth and claws, and its mouth widened wildly towards the sword light.

A tiger roars in his ears.

At this moment, Zhao Sa was no longer the King of Daliang Kun Zhao Sa, but Yi Ren.

White Tiger God General!

The veterans watching the fishing soldiers guarding the city in the distance turned around and looked towards the general's grave.

I was stunned and confused.

In the darkness, a huge white tiger swayed upwards, occupying half of the sky, dazzling and dazzling.

Unparalleled.

He opened his mouth wide angrily, as if he wanted to swallow the lightning that fell from mid-air.

The Master, who was standing in the yard with his hands behind his back, looked at the north.

The night wind blows, and white clothes flutter.

The little loli with a light green beauty mole on the corner of her lips stood on the side of the Master's right hand holding a sword, tilting her head and saying, "What a big tiger, is it my Yu Ge?"

The graceful girl Li Wanyue held the book and stood by the Master's left hand.

A little bit confused.

For some reason, a strange name popped up in my mind for no reason. I always felt that under the white tiger, it seemed that someone I had read in history books.

But if you think about it carefully, there is no such record in all historical books.

Shaking his head secretly, what's wrong with me?

The Master sighed and felt a lot, "It turned out to be him..."

There are indeed some tigers falling into the sun.

Xiaoxiao pouted dissatisfiedly and angrily said to Master, "Teacher, isn't this big tiger a fish? Then why don't you go and help? Is it fun and fun to watch? We are so far from the Fishing City. When you run away leisurely and leisurely, the daylily will be cold."

The Master said angrily: "Your Yu Ge'er, your Yu Ge'er, you know that you remember him, and you don't worry that the Master will go without returning. After all, I am your Master, so I am so affectionate to me?"

Xiaoxiao stuck out her tongue.

The master waved his hand, "I'll wait, why are you anxious? Your brother Yu hasn't even drawn his sword yet!"

Don’t you understand the disciples you teach?

The sword lights are everywhere in the fishing city, the sword intent is woven, and the white tiger is soaring. Li Ruyu's current sword cultivation is still not enough, and he does not need to show up.

But why do you have an illusion that you seem to have been exploited by someone?

No matter how you look at it, Li Ruyu did not participate in this encirclement and suppression - his swordsmanship cultivation seems to be not enough to fight against the White Tiger God General.

The Master couldn't help but mutter, what a terrible woman.

In the Lin'an Jianguan room, a woman sneezes and is attracted by the floating white fish.

Under the general's grave, the delicate young man holding a bone-clearing knife was still smiling, his figure was like a maggot on his bones, following Zhao Sa, swaying up and down with Yan Qing who was attacking from mid-air.

With one sword and one sword, I wanted to take Zhao Sa's head.

The delicate young man had never seen the scene of the white tiger coming out of Lin'an in the first year of Yong'an, but in his opinion, even if it was a god, it would not be possible to reverse the situation under such circumstances.

Half-inch knife, this time, no flesh and blood on the legs.

Exhale throat.

Killing people, the flesh and blood that is half an inch square in the throat is enough.

There was once a strange man who laughed at himself with a half-inch knife, and could only cut his flesh like a butcher with one knife, but he didn't know that the bone-cutting knife could penetrate the chest and abdomen, and the internal organs could be half-inch square.

It can also directly grasp the throat and neck.

A bone-clearing knife is also a murderous knife.

A knife that can kill people is a good knife.

Abnormal changes arise suddenly.

Suddenly, a sword light shone out from the darkness, shining like a bright moon, and with an unparalleled murderous intent, it shot like lightning, and was slid towards the battle situation with a sword.

Wild and wild.

The delicate young man was shocked, a little uncertain whether Mao Qiuqing would slash at him or Zhao Sa.

Almost at the same time, on the west city wall behind the general's tomb, a black light suddenly mingled in the night, with the whistle sound of piercing the air, and lightning was shot towards Yan Qing in a flash.

An arrow.

It was not until the arrow came first like a black rainbow that the "buzz" of the bow strings plucked it to everyone's ears.

There was a man standing in front of the grave of the veteran general Wang Lijian.

Holding a bow and aloof, he lifts upside down the sword.

No action after one arrow.

The situation is in chaos.

Yan Qing sneaked down from a high altitude, Zhao Sa rose from the ground to fight, and the delicate young man pursuing the marrow-eating, Mao Qiuqing didn't know whether to slash the delicate young man or Zhao Sa.

Now another arrow is shot at Yan Qing.

It was all in the blink of an eye.

The sound of deafening metal impact came from the air, accompanied by blood flowers.

There were constant muffled groans.

The next moment, like fireworks blooming, four figures flew away.

First, the delicate young man shouted angrily, "Mao Qiuqing, you idiot, why did you shoot me? Your Majesty can't forgive you!" At the same time, it was like a bird flying across the sky, taking advantage of the momentum in the air, rolling and falling into the darkness in the distance.

Then came Mao Qiuqing, who shouted angrily, "Where to go!"

The long sword spread across the sky, chasing him reluctantly.

The previous knife did not kill Zhao Sa, but killed the beautiful young man.

Unfortunately, the young man lost his merits and avoided the vital points, but the Xiuchun Dao pulled out another wound on his lower abdomen.

This cruel official, one of the three butcher knives of the Northern Fushi Department, was highly valued by the empress. After rolling into the darkness, he did not dare to be negligent. He immediately ran wildly, with the murderous intent behind him.

Never die.

The delicate young man understood one thing in an instant.

Mao Qiuqing is the daughter of the scholar named Mao who died at his hands.

Isn't it a lie to be a recharger?

How did he change his name and enter the Beizhen Fushi and become the third butcher knife?

The delicate young man was very angry.

Zhao Xin, you idiot, won’t you investigate before using a person layout?

Today's mistake, you, Zhao Xin, will be the first crime!

Yan Qing, dressed in black, fell like a kite and fell in front of Xiahou Chi. The fishing deputy general was startled and threw his knife to catch Yan Qing, but was knocked back three or five meters before he stood firm.

Yan Qing had already fainted.

Xiahou Chi looked at the cold arrow that was half-punched into Yan Qing's chest, and his body was cold and he took a breath.

After all, Zhao Sa colluded with the Northern Barbarians.

Arrows are the Northern Barbarians’ standard arrows!

Above the arrows, there are beautiful patterns engraved, like a simple pear blossom.

The Northern Barbarian General, An Jia Lihua?
Chapter completed!