There is a person at the entrance of Shenlong Valley!

That man's face was wrapped in white gauze, only a pair of red phoenix eyes were exposed. He held an ancient sword in his arms, his back was straight, and his whole body exuded a deadly murderous aura.

That momentum is at the level of a master.

However, there is no "Three Flowers" above the head, and no pressure from the Grandmaster realm appears.

"kill!"

A group of second-rate warriors from the Blue Eyes Tribe swooped forward: "This is just a first-rate warrior, an enemy of a thousand people. Surround him and beat him to death!"

"Swish swish..."

The second-rate generals of the Biyan Tribe brandished round knives and surrounded and killed them.

The light of swords, shadows of swords, spears and sticks, weapons are like a tide, and people are like water, swarming in and attacking violently.

Look around.

The faceless man standing proudly seemed to be overwhelmed by the crowd of blue-eyed warriors.

It was as if he was about to be crushed into powder by the unstoppable blue-eyed army!

It seemed that in the next moment, he would be trampled into pulp.

"snort......"

The faceless man snorted coldly, and drew his sword: "One sword can hold the barrier, and no one can open it!"

"My sword, the murderous sword!"

"My sword has sword spirit!"

"My sword is invincible!"

A cold sword light, three feet long, is indestructible.

"Puff puff puff..."

The bodies of the blue-eyed warriors were separated from the waist one after another, blood spurted out, and internal organs were all over the floor.

After one strike, the mouth of Shenlong Valley was as bloody as a slaughterhouse.

The faceless man's Danfeng eyes were full of indifference, as if he had just killed a few flies.

He spent his whole life in killing.

The mind has long been harder than stone.

He never shows mercy to his enemies.

"Hiss, hiss..."

With sword energy flowing freely, one man can fight against a thousand troops without retreating even an inch.

"Hahaha......"

He was so excited about the killing: "Blue-eyed man, Your Majesty taught me a poem, do you want to listen?"

now.

The blue-eyed soldier has no right to refuse to listen!

The faceless man chanted: "The guest of Qin is wearing a tassel, and the frost of Wu is bright."

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rustles like a shooting star."

"Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles."

"When it's over, take off your clothes and hide yourself and your name."

The Faceless Man feels very sorry!

Because the prince taught him these four sentences.

This poem makes me want to kill the enemy as soon as I chant it!

It’s really a poem specially written for killing people!

The sword kept moving, killing three people in one step, and the corpses piled higher and higher in Taniguchi.

In the Shenlong Valley, the Biyan clan soldiers were already trapped beasts.

at this time.

In the Huangzhou military formation, Qin Hongyi and Zhao Zichang hid in three directions and pressed the Biyan clan soldiers crazily towards the mouth of the valley.

Let the faceless man kill you.

It is already a matter of time before the entire Biyan tribe is wiped out.

At this time, Xia Tian's figure had mysteriously disappeared into the valley.

Shenlong Mountain.

The two men in black cloaks looked at the faceless man's murderous sword, and their pupils shrank sharply.

Another Grandmaster?

The strength of Huangzhou Palace is really terrifying!

How many masters are hidden in this palace?

A man in a black cloak asked: "Laojun, does the poem sung by that swordsman master contain any deep meaning?"

Laojun, the man in black cloak, replied: "The hats of Qin knights are randomly dotted with tassels, and the Wu-gou sword is as bright as frost and snow."

"The silver saddle and the white horse complement each other, and they gallop like a shooting star."

"Within ten steps, you can kill one person for sure. If you pass through a thousand-mile pass, you can't stay behind."

"When you're done, just brush off your clothes and leave without making a sound, hiding your identity."

"This poem is written with the utmost freedom and ease."

"Those who write poetry must also be free and easy people!"

"But, I think this poem is only half written... If I meet the person who wrote the poem, I must ask him, what is the name of this poem?"

suddenly.

A tall figure appeared behind them: "The name of this poem is "Xia Ke Xing"."

The two men in black cloaks were shocked!

"who?"

Xia Tian raised his eyelids: "I am a poet!"
Chapter completed!