"Bang."

The goose feather knife was inserted into a rugged rock the size of a water tank like to insert it into tofu.

The powerful transformation force instantly shook the strange rocks into a pile of powder.

Zhang Chu stood on the edge of the cliff with his arms folded, frowned and looked at the dark lead clouds in the sky. The endless sword moves and sword momentum quickly switched in his mind like a slide.

not good!

Improper!

Almost interesting!

He is like a nitpicking slut, constantly denying himself.

The more negative the more you are, the more hungry you are.

He was reluctant to give up the impulse he had finally grasped...

"Wine comes!"

He shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, a very eye-catching member of the Jiupin Honghuatang Gang immediately grabbed a jar of ten-pound burning knives and threw them over.

The top of the mountain is Zhang Chu's exclusive practice area, and there are only a few people who can go up to the top of the mountain to see. Of course, there are also special people to take care of things like wine and tea that Zhang Chu often uses, and they are regularly purchased and purchased.

Replaced.

In fact, Zhang Chu is at this point now, and he no longer needs to worry about many things. He has a lot of people under his command, and he racks his brains all day long to think about how to make him live a more comfortable life. Occasionally, they can't think of it.

Yes, if Zhang Chu mentioned it, there will naturally be people who will do everything they can to do to perfection.

This is certainly a privilege.

But this is a privilege that Taiping Town, Taiping Club, with nearly 100,000 people from all over the country, I hope he can enjoy with peace of mind.

This is the dividend of the times, and it is also due to Zhang Chu's status and personal charm.

Others will only think that everything is what he deserves, and he will not even feel envious.

...

Zhang Chu slapped the mud seal of the wine jar with his palm, and raised his head and poured his breath.

The turbid wine overflowed along the corner of his mouth and spilled over his clothes.

The burning knife is strong enough. As soon as you enter the mouth, you will feel like countless small red-hot blades are cut in your mouth. The heat rushes up from the stomach and goes straight to your throat.

So cool!

happy!

He drank several pounds in one gulp, then shook his right hand and threw the jar of wine into the sky.

Draw his sword and slashed it out with one sword. The surging flame sword energy shot the wine jar from the air.

"boom."

The hot knife energy ignited the strong wine in the jar and turned into countless fire ideas and fell.

The scene is extremely beautiful.

The strong aroma of wine filled the entire mountain top in an instant!

"Hahaha……"

Zhang Chu laughed to the sky, and was arrogant as he was arrogance!

He danced his sword.

The knife no longer becomes a move.

There was no strange charm just now.

Scattered.

Lots of flaws.

Sharp.

Furious and intense.

He has been suppressing for too long.

Too long, too long.

At the age of being a white horse, she was domineering, but because she had experienced too much suffering and shouldered the lives of too many people, she had to tremble and walk every step steadily as if walking on thin ice.

This is definitely not him.

No matter the rich second generation or the gang leader, they should not be like this.

But he really dared not make any mistakes.

Because I can't afford to be wrong.

When he reaches his current point, in one sentence, there will be hundreds of people running around for him and fighting for him.

Similarly, a small mistake may cost thousands of lives...

He has learned to be in awe.

Respect the strong.

Respect life.

After awe for a long time, I forgot how to be ambitious, how to be swayed, how to be slaughtered, how to be martyred and martyred...

Only those who are ignorant can be fearless.

How can those who know it be fearless?

But only wise people need awe.

The strong need fearlessness!

This is the same as a certain chicken-eating game.

Lao Yinbi can only blow up the fish pond.

Real professional players are all steel gun monsters!

...

"Crazy."

The heavy rain finally came, and the rain curtain was in the blink of an eye, covering the sky and the earth, giving people the illusion that it was raining all over the world at this moment.

The raindrops as big as broad beans make people's faces hurt.

The visibility on the top of the mountain immediately dropped to two or three miles.

The few members of the Jiupin Honghuatang guarding the top of the mountain, look at me, look at you, and then look at the leader of his own gang who was still dancing wildly in the rain, shaking the raindrops flying around, and shut up in a tacit understanding.

He did not mention the matter of sheltering from the rain, but just kept moving and widened the distance so as not to be accidentally injured by his own gang leader.

The raindrops that the leader of his gang now photographed were like a pit as big as an egg when they fell on the ground. If they fell on the flesh and blood body, wouldn’t they be a blood hole immediately?

The rain is fast.

Zhang Chu's sword is even faster!

The force of one slash and one slitting is more than a thousand pounds?

His vibrant blood and energy were even more crazy and running around in the meridians!

He needs to vent!

Must vent!

Otherwise, you will suffer!

This is not difficult.

He has some tricks that can vent.

But he deliberately did not recall the key points of the blood and energy movement of those moves, suppressing his urge to release blood and energy from his body.

Not only that, he also consciously slowed down his blood and energy consumption.

Such a situation.

He has experienced it once.

That time, he mastered the secret of blood qi and condensation, and was promoted to a real ninth-grade warrior from a martial arts apprentice.

This time, he hopes to gain something.

With one knife, you can cut out a magnificent sword road!

Quicker.

Faster.
To be continued...