The light words rippled between the sky and the earth, and countless fine silver threads seemed to hear some kind of summons, like ascension formations, surrounded by the knight commander who refused to take a step back.

The knight commander felt his temples jumping wildly. He pursed his lips tightly and glanced back and forth, as if he wanted to try his best to capture every silver thread. He naively thought that with his powerful sword technique, he would definitely find a flaw in this bizarre silver thread. "Bang bang bang----" a series of muffled sounds. As the light and shadow flowed, the ancient sword in the knight commander's hand, I don't know how many times had it collided with the invisible silver lines in the rain and snow. The flying sword, which was originally as bright as a bright piece, dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye after entangling with the silver thread.

The knight commander refused to take a step back. He gritted his teeth and glanced inadvertently, looking at the horses that rush into the rain and snow and separated flesh and blood and were thorned into pieces. He looked at the strange bloodlines and deep wounds on his companions' bodies. He listened to the painful howlings of his companions, and then changed from muffled groans to painful whistles. Finally, the shouts were submerged in flesh and blood and even more miserable shouts. The commander's face became extremely ugly, and he was extremely angry. He slashed out with one sword and repelled three silver threads again, but the light on the sword dimmed a little again.

He could not bear this humiliation, especially as Long Junchen's smile became increasingly sarcastic. Long Junchen's arms were wrapped around, like a cat and a mouse, with a relaxed banter. The commander looked at him, and a nameless flame rubbed through the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He heard a loud roar, and the flying sword in his hand buzzed out, with endless anger, turning into a green light with a black edge, which suddenly penetrated layers of shouting, passing through the bloody and bloody scene, and stabbed hard at the gentle boy who was holding his arms to watch the show!

With the sword left, the commander naturally had no weapon to protect his body. In a moment, he was swallowed by the silver threads like locusts. However, he seemed to be unable to feel the pain of being cut off. He stared at the long sword that was desperate, praying that his life-sacrificing sword could cut off the head of the hateful guy's neck, and his life-striving life, and he could avenge his dead companions.

However, as soon as the seemingly unstoppable sword entered the dense silver threads, the flying sword could no longer maintain its free and resolute and unstoppable power. It became dim in an instant, as if it was covered with a black film, and a layer of rust appeared on the surface, as if it had been washed by rain for decades in a while, and the rust was spotted and broken. Then, the silver threads were cut up, one by one, one by one, and many subtle marks appeared on the surface of the rust marks of the flying sword, like cracks.

With a crisp sound of Kara, the flying sword that burned the boats in the despair and frustration of the commander could no longer move forward. It fell into the rain and snow three feet away from Long Junchen, and could no longer move. It was like a dead piece of flesh and blood, like the corpses cut into pieces around it, and could only become a foil soaked in the rain to rot, and could not become a hero who turned the situation around and could not touch a hair of Long Junchen.

Yamamoto Kuichiro looked at the almost one-sided battle situation on the field in silence. The bloody black cavalry reflected in his pupils. The cold snow mixed with bloody smell fell on Yamamoto Kuichiro's head [     www.biqusa.info], turning into drops of blood, flowing from his hair, flowing through his eyes, and gradually blurring his consciousness. He hadn't felt this sense of powerlessness for a long time. His hands hidden in his sleeves slowly became fists.

Lang Xiao and his men rushed into the Crow Mansion with a well-trained training. The people inside were no more than those black cavalrymen. They were just some wine bags that were waiting to die. They were solved by Lang Xiao and his men.

Lang Xiao ordered the people under his command to search separately, and he followed the crowd and was about to find the place where Qian Feng was imprisoned. At this moment, he suddenly saw a black down jacket flashing, and the figure seemed to be Qian Feng?!

Why did he run out by himself?! In the flash of lightning, Lang Xiao didn't have time to think too much. Seeing the black voice heading towards the small building outside the Crow Mansion, Lang Xiao didn't have time to call his subordinates, kicked the ground with his feet, turned around and chased after him.

The sporadic gunshots were particularly harsh in the night, as if fingernails lifted the glass. The smell of gunpowder floated into the cold air, rushing into the lungs, choking. Lang Xiao frowned and ignored the shouts of his subordinates around him. His eyes locked the escaped figure tightly. The figure stumbled, as if it was about to fall down when touched. The shadows around seemed to be like a soul-devouring demon. Qian Feng ran blindly, as if he was just relying on some instinctive desire to survive, or in other words, instinctive fear was supporting him to continue to escape!

Before they knew it, Qian Feng and Lang Xiao kept galloping towards a secluded place, as if away from the noise, they arrived at an abandoned underground parking lot. The ground and ceiling of the surrounding gray cement were undecorated, and were covered with a layer of soil that had been taken over for a long time. Several wires that were taken from somewhere were hanging there. Three or two light bulbs were tied under the copper wire. The brightness was barely enough. However, if there was a slight movement, the light bulb would shake. It would make people dizzy after watching it for a long time.

"Qian Feng!!" Lang Xiao roared angrily, then rushed up in two steps. Qian Feng felt that the voice sounded familiar, and his body paused. He turned around and looked around without any defense. He found that it was his old colleague. He relaxed his vigilance for the first time. His tense face forced a smile. He leaned weakly against a shabby car. His stiff shoulders slowly relaxed. He panted, as if he would faint in the next second. "Wolf, Lang Xiao, hahaha, it's you, hahaha, we can still meet in this situation in our lifetime. It's really, destined, destined!"
Chapter completed!