He stretched out a hand as hard as steel, cut open his heart, and threw his liver into the palace!
"Crack."
Feng Zhiwei's two knives clashed, and fled across the sword net like light smoke to the courtyard, the snow light flashed and the blood glistened, he crossed the opposite sword light, and sliced the sword light into the opponent's throat first.
The sound of the tip of the knife piercing the flesh was subtle and startling, like that year when the man in the hall, every word was like a knife cutting into gold and iron.
"I have only seen her once. This girl has no looks, but she is talented. I like her."
Helian, Helian, others say a word lightly, but it is a lifetime for you.
There was a gap in the sword array in the courtyard, and more people came up to fill it up, but the battle array was already forced to the bottom of the steps, Feng Zhiwei's twin sabers turned like a flower covered in thorns, wherever they landed, they would be there Agate-like blood splashed out.
The sword energy filled the sky, and the fallen leaves on all sides were crushed in an instant, floating like fine salt.
In a courtship contest, he lost the son of the prairie, recognized the wronged aunt, and ate a mouthful of salt.
"Keng." Gu Nanyi's jade sword pierced San Falcon's golden hammer, piercing through the pride of the prairie eagle.
"Keng." Feng Zhiwei rushed forward with the knife and led the man, ghostly pierced through the tiny gap under the opponent's sword net, and before he hit the opponent's sword edge, he pierced his own knife through the opponent's chest.
"Prairie boy, today I really amazed my auntie!"
"I forgot to tell you... my aunt can marry in our grassland."
Helian, Helian, the salt of that year is now in my heart, it's really astringent and bitter.
The sun is facing the sword light, cutting the shattered wind, the air-conditioning is hissing and flowing on all sides, the steps have been shattered, blood is flowing all over the ground, mottled knife marks are printed on the pillars of the corridor, and the guards who retreated to the corridor collapsed. Roll up the black cloak.
The battle in the king's court and the alliance in the river valley disintegrated in the hand in hand between him and her. The people of Huzhuo waited for his return with songs and dances, and the young king smiled.
"Shua."
He rode through the long grass with a thunderbolt, and rushed down from the high hill, his silver cloak and her black fox fur slapped each other and flew wildly.
"Shua."
Feng Zhiwei turned his elbows, moved his steps, and moved the knife horizontally, the light of the knife was like a horse's sword, and the thunderbolt was violent, smashing the three long swords, the shattered sword tip was thrown like a star ball, and shot into the center of the enemy's formation.
In a trance, I heard him laughing on the clouds.
"Zhiwei! Zhiwei! I am so happy to have you by my side!"
Helian, Helian, that moment is so short, so short.
The sword array is shrinking, from the door to the courtyard to the steps to the porch, she has two knives in practice, pressing every step of the way. The guards are frightened by her ferocity, and they can't stop walking. There are two men in brown clothes in the backyard. shoot.
You are the she-wolf lurking in the grassland, every hair tip carries an unsolvable poison, you are the doom and trap of Zadalan, he holds you like a walking skeleton.
"Snapped!"
The thorny thorns hit the back, the skin opened deep grooves, and the blood spurted out silent power. King Huzhuo sentenced himself to be whipped for disobedience, and everyone silently watched him blood-stain the golden royal robe.
"Snapped!"
Two brown-clothed men shot from the ground, but Feng Zhiwei bent over in the sword array, and knocked down the last two black-clothed guards with two sharp shots, and brought their bodies into the room and knocked down the screen. .
She no longer had a weapon in her hand, and the other party's eyes showed joy, but Feng Zhiwei sneered, her black hair fluttering around her lips, she was startlingly fierce and ruthless, when the other party's sword was on her head, she suddenly bent down and slid to her knees, and pulled her back with her backhand The long knife was finally out of its sheath, the grassland scimitar flashed in an arc, ejected in mid-air, and shot through Changhong day by day!
The person who was about to jump down was bloody and fell away. His skin was torn apart and his flesh was bloody.
In a trance, it was his scarred back that year.
"Zhiwei, I haven't done anything for you, you have to give me a chance."
Helian, Helian, you always want to give, but you never think about it. The only chance you gave me in your life was to avenge you.
The wind on all sides suddenly tightened, mixed with a strong smell of blood, the corpses of men in black were strewn all over the ground, and pools of blood stained the bluestone ground.
There was only one man in brown clothes left, facing each other tremblingly with swords, his eyes exposed outside the scarf showed horror, but he refused to leave, Feng Zhiwei looked at him coldly, handed the double swords to his right hand, and dragged the single sword with his left hand On the ground, going up steps, entering corridors, hallways, approaching the screen... Blood dripped thickly from the tip of the knife, she pressed forward step by step, and he retreated step by step.
From the door to the courtyard to the steps to the porch, the short distance is like the short life of her acquaintance with Helian, the first meeting in the broken window on the long street... the golden palace's heartbreak and injustice... the autumn mansion's courtship and defeat... the academy The show on the wall... the South China Sea all the way... the grassland hand in hand to defend against the enemy... Da Yue lurks to save each other... Xiliang cleverly deceives the regent... He accompanied her to the north and south and experienced many winds and rains. Twenty-four years of life condensed all the blazing, dedicated to her alone.
On the last side, he promised her to fill up the ten beauties in the king's tent as soon as possible, and it was the only time in his life that he broke his promise.
His king's tent has since become empty.
The blood was dripping down, it couldn't wash away the murderous intent in her eyes, it doesn't matter right or wrong at this moment, what she owes has to be paid back!
The long knife was raised slantly, and the blood-stained knife pointed sharply at the last brave man in brown clothes. That man stood in front of the screen, and behind the screen, it must be Xin Ziyan who had never shown his face.
"Forgive me..." Just as he was about to take the last step, a large group of people suddenly poured out from the back hall, including men, women, young and old, all dressed as servants and maids. When they saw the corpses on the ground, they all screamed in shock and fled in all directions in a mess.
Feng Zhiwei didn't move.
There is an injustice and a debtor, no matter how angry she is, she will not kill innocent people in vain.
The servants on all sides escaped from her side like flowing water, no one dared to take a second look at Feng Zhiwei, who was splattered with blood all over his body like a ferocious spirit.
But there was one person, when passing by her with a bundle in his arms, he raised his head very quickly, his frightened eyes flashed, and then he quickly lowered his head, trying to slip past her.
Feng Zhiwei had been staring at the brown-clothed man opposite him, and didn't notice these servants, but with a glance out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw the burden.
The burden looks very heavy, showing some edges and corners, like gold and silver ingots.
The chaos is imminent, and the escape is still in a hurry. Does a servant remember to pack the gold and silver