Zhou Fei walked out of the hall, and then jumped onto the roof.
It's raining heavily.
Soon he was poured through.
Zhou Fei stood on the roof like a benchmark.
The rain curtain could not block his sight, and as far as his eyes could be, a cavalry regiment was advancing rapidly.
They rode a uniform black flattery and wore black armor, just like demons that suddenly rushed out of the dark universe.
Cold, killing.
Zhou Fei just watched in silence.
At the speed of the cavalry regiment, it is estimated that it will only take half a stick of incense to rush to the ruined temple halfway up the mountain.
There is no way to escape.
No time.
At this moment, Ling Zhaoyan also jumped up.
She said: "Most of them are in the early stage of the Seven Star Realm. There are two stronger ones with the same strength as you."
At the end, I added another sentence: "It's hard to get around."
Zhou Fei had expected this situation a long time ago, so he was not surprised at all.
Zhou Fei raised his hand, and the carriage parked in the courtyard suddenly trembled, and then a beam of light flew out of the carriage and fell directly into Zhou Fei's hands.
Snow drink knife.
Zhou Fei's personal weapon is also his best weapon.
Pulling out the Xueyin Knife, Zhou Fei held the handle of the knife with both hands and slashed forward.
The sword pierced the rain curtain and cut a thin line between the sky and the earth.
At lightning speed, he rushed towards the cavalry regiment that was rushing here.
A sword has a sword spirit, and a sword has a sword spirit.
This sword was made of meteorites from the outer world. After it was created, it has gone through several battles, large and small, every time it can be called thrilling.
Qiao Kun and Wang Huan have all been defeated by this knife.
He was already infected with evil spirits.
At the same time, Zhou Fei also put Xueyin Knife with the knife that Master gave him during this time.
Two completely different evil auras penetrate each other and then merge.
Maybe we can't talk about transformation, but the influence of each other is there.
When Zhou Fei pulled out the Xueyin Knife, the violent shower seemed to sense something, and he was a little more afraid of Zhou Fei.
The cavalry regiment is still some distance from the ruined temple.
But when Zhou Fei took out the Xueyin Knife, Dao Qi had already locked the cavalry.
They felt the crisis.
However, it did not stop.
This made Zhou Fei feel a little surprised.
In the face of the crisis, they have maintained a high-speed sprint. What is it that supports them so recklessly about life and death
puff!
Released before
The blade that came out finally hit a member of the cavalry regiment.
The latter was split into two pieces on the spot.
Because the speed was too fast, the blood did not even splash out immediately.
But when the man fell from the horse, the blood rushed out, but it was quickly washed away by the rain.
"Something's wrong," Ling Zhaoyan said.
Zhou Fei nodded: "It's very wrong."
The strength of these cavalrymen is not weak, Zhou Fei's knife just now is indeed powerful, but it is very easy to dodge such a long distance.
However, these cavalrymen did not evade, and continued to advance even if they died.
"They are getting closer, and then consuming your aura." Ling Zhaoyan said, "There should be no one else showing up."
Zhou Fei let out a sigh of relief, preparing to swing the knife again.
"You will be exhausted if you continue like this." Ling Zhaoyan said, "Leave it to me."
Zhou Fei was silent for a moment, "Thank you."
Ling Zhaoyan smiled slightly and charged with a sword.
Her speed was extremely fast, and within a few breaths she had already smashed in front of those cavalry, and her long sword was out of its sheath, invincible.
Ling Zhaoyan, who had already mastered the charm of kendo, seemed to be dancing every time he fought.
It's really beautiful.
The United States and China, with a stern.
These cavalry finally stopped because they could not break through the line of defense built by Ling Zhaoyan alone.
Zhou Fei took a deep breath and slowly raised the knife again.
Although Ling Zhaoyan blocked the cavalry, there was another person hiding in the dark, spying on Zhou Fei.
Even if he couldn't see him, Zhou Fei could smell the disgusting smell in the air.
The other party was waiting, waiting for Zhou Fei's exhaustion.
It's just that he counts one less person, that is Ling Zhaoyan.
So now the initiative has fallen into Zhou Fei's hands instead, and he has changed from an attacker to a waiter.
At a certain time, the person hiding in the dark will definitely show up.
Otherwise, his cavalry regiment will be wiped out.
Zhou Fei knew that the person hiding in the dark was Yong Yan.
The prince of Wei who had been destroyed by himself and was rescued by Yue Jingyu.
If you change the story, Yong Yan is the absolute protagonist.
All the factors that the protagonist needs are tangled in him.
The genius has fallen, the masters spread the power, and then take out the people who trampled him in the past one by one and slap them in the face.
Proper script for the protagonist.
Zhou Fei murmured, "Unfortunately, I have the final say in this book."
The rain is getting heavier.
Visibility is also getting lower and lower.
Zhou Fei almost couldn't even see Ling Zhaoyan and the knights clearly.
But Ling Zhaoyan should have encountered a little trouble.
After all, it is the patron saint of the temple, not weak in strength, and very good at formations.
The heavy rain may have affected Ling Zhaoyan's performance, so now the two sides have entered a tug of war.
Obviously, this is what the other party wants to see.
Zhou Fei clenched the handle of the knife and closed his eyes directly.
In this case, the eyes are no longer useful.
Perception comes first.
Although Zhou Fei is not a teacher, he is full of anger.
Perception will not be worse than that of a teacher.
After a while, Zhou Fei turned half of his body to the right and slashed.
The blade cut through the rain curtain and even let out a clear whistle.
Before the blade, there are some trees.
They survived the torrential rain and wind, but ultimately did not escape Zhou Fei's blade.
With a cut, a crack appeared in the center of the tree, very thin and long.
After a while, there was a sound of Kerala.
The tree fell suddenly.
The heavy rain seemed to be forbidden at this moment.
The tree exploded, and the eyes suddenly opened up.
Behind the trees, there is a flower.
Blood red pear blossoms.
The pear flower was originally bright and white, but now it is red as blood. The color is rich, as if it can drip out at any time.
The blade slashed on the flower.
Then, the flowers trembled slightly, and water droplets splashed everywhere.
The earth-shattering knife disappeared like this.
No trace was left.
It just disappeared.
It seems to bloom again.
It's more charming than before.
Even Zhou Fei felt that this flower was a smiling face.
The smile was full of sarcasm.
As if to say, come on.
Zhou Fei also smiled.
Pretend to be forced
That's great.
People who like to pretend to be forced.
Zhou Fei reversed the blade, from bottom to top, swept out with a single knife.
The sword gas swelled rapidly in the air, and finally cracked in mid-air and turned into a roaring tiger. It opened its mouth wide and bit the blood-colored pear flower fiercely.
The tremor frequency of Pear Blossom was also raised to the extreme at this moment, and even made a buzzing sound similar to that of a bee.
Then, a butterfly emerged from the stamens, flapping its wings, and twisting the tiger to pieces.
(End of this chapter)