The Governor is Sick - Chapter 119

In the moonlight, the assassin danced like a group of monsters, and the strongest demon in the center dragged a long bloodline and pointed at Shen! All of Tiqi ’s defenses were defeated. Tiqi, who was fighting with other assassins, wanted to withdraw and return, but was stopped by more assassins. There are only twenty steps left between Shen Ye and Galo Luo, and only Shen Wenxing and Mingyue mother and son are around him, he is isolated and helpless!

“Godfather!” Shen Wenxing trembled, clutching Shen Ye’s shirt tightly. Mingyue closed her eyes and held Jade in her arms.

“Shen Wenxing, you are a man,” Shen Yan said.

Shen Wenxing said for a moment, stuttering stupidly: “Daddy … I, am I a man, do you not know yet?”

“It’s a man, just pick up the knife on the ground and protect the woman behind you.” Shen Yi glanced at him lightly. “Before death, always be a real man.”

“Godfather …” Shen asked Xingxi loosely loosening Shen’s placket, and the sound of throbbing came to his ear. He suddenly returned to his heart, picked up a goose-knife on the ground, held it in his hand, and shouted with trembling, “Fuck it, I’m fighting today, Master!”

“well.”

Shen Kun moved forward with his knife. In front of him, Galo Luo approached quickly with a knife, soap boots stepping on the ground and splashing countless blood drops. In the tide-like killing, Shen closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath. He hasn’t experienced such a face-to-face fight for a long time. He is in a high position, and it is never necessary for him to kill himself. Jing Tie hadn’t shed her sheath for a long time, and almost covered her with dust.

He wanted to know why Xiahou Hou gave Jingtie to him at that time. He heard that an assassin could only take a knife from the Gala Knife Furnace in his life. Xia Houhao gave Xia Houhou the only knife to him.

Holding on to the icy knife handle, his long memory returned to him in an instant, and he felt the calm heartbeat of Jingtie once again, and he merged with his heartbeat. As if it was an illusion, the severe pain of his fingers was alleviating, and his hand seemed to be integrated with Jingtie for a moment.

It turned out that this knife never belonged to him!

He opened his eyes suddenly, just then Galo Luo’s knife was close at hand! The blade of this mighty assassin is like thunder, and it is as fast as lightning, destroying the dead land. No one can survive under such a fast knife, Shen Wenxing next to the car chin held his breath, and his heart forgot to beat.

Shen Daoran was short, at this moment he was like a dormant beast, the silver-bright blade wiped his hair and fluttered, and the flying long hair was cut and fell lightly in front of him.

He escaped!

Shen Wenxing almost screamed, and Shen Kun escaped the almost slaying of Galo Luo. Shen Zhuan quickly turned and waved the sword, and the cold wind where Jing Tie passed, was like snow-white frost. His speed is indeed not as good as that of Galauru, but he has already judged the sword of Galauru. Each time Gala Luo waved his sword towards the enemy’s vital point, he beheaded and killed fifteen Tiqis, ten of them in his throat. Shen Yun was ready before he met Gala Luo. He couldn’t see Gala Luo waving his sword, but Gala Luo waving his sword must be at the moment of the encounter!

The next moment to flash the first knife is Shen’s best counterattack time!

Suddenly, the sound of the blade cutting through the flesh did not appear as expected, and the short knife holder in the left hand of the assassin was behind him, blocking Shen Shen’s desperate blow.

“Although your sword skills are poor,” the Assassin whispered, “but you are better than I thought.”

Shen Yun: “…”

“I don’t have much time,” Galloro dropped his short knife and held it with both hands. “Sorry.”

Suddenly, Shen Yan heard the sound of the blade breaking wind, as if the ghosts were whistling at the same time, the twisted light of the sword flashed in front of him, like a thunderbolt on the sky, he was holding his knife in front of his teeth, but he was not fast enough Galauro passed him in the opposite direction, and a narrow mouth appeared suddenly on his arm. The assassin turned into a ghost between beards. He could see nothing, but could only capture a dim shadow. Ghost shadows kept interlacing with him, and every time he brushed, a bloodstream was bound to leave.

At that moment, Shen Yun finally felt the gap. The original disparity in swordsmanship couldn’t make up for more wisdom. He was completely caught by Galauro, like a ghost, and he could not escape. In the blink of an eye Gala Luo drew seven knives across his body, covering his torso and thighs. His drag was wet and covered with blood.

Galauru ended his sword, his prey was powerless to counterattack, and the blood took away Shen’s strength. Even if Galaero did not act, he would die because of excessive blood loss.

However, Galo Luo had to cut off his head and bring it to Duan Jiu. He would execute the execution of Shen Zhe. There was no suspense in this battle.

Galo Luo held up the knife indifferently. In the moonlight, the knife was a cold line, as if it could separate Yin and Yang. Shen Yan lifted his eyes painfully, and the long knife condensed into his eyes, gathering a little silver light.

Is he going to die? The night wind brushed his hair, breathing coldly in his ears like black and white. He was indeed dying. The death came so suddenly, but within reach. The blade was approaching, and the silver light expanded into white. Suddenly he remembered many things in the past. Xia Hou, who was sitting at the threshold and holding a lantern, gnawed at Xia Hou, who was drinking bitter medicine, and edited it for him. Xia Houyi, who was many, many years ago, was carrying Xia Houyi in the snow, struggling to climb back to Qiuwuyuan.

In the snowstorm, twelve-year-old Xia Houxi growled and said, “Master, don’t die!”

The endless white snow spread out under their feet. In the snowy white world, they are two lonely and small shadows, hugging each other in the boundless world.

The harsh call echoed in his ear, and he suddenly raised his knife.

He also had an idiot waiting for him to return home. He knelt a dozen miles and begged God to worship the Buddha. He also went home to see if he was cured. How could he die?

Shen Qiran rose up, this weak and sick man in the eyes of others dragged his wounds to cut off Gallo’s beheading. His face had no expression, only his lips that were sculpted leaked out Stubborn. After the slash of Kai Jia Lou Luo, Jing Tie broke out of the wind, the dark blade converged all the glory, and walked through the cold straight line.

The two passed in opposite directions, and a blood spout appeared on the side of Garau’s sleeve, and warm blood slid across the skin.

He lowered his head and felt the blood on the side of his sleeve, and suddenly he was a little bit blank.

Few people were able to fight back under his knife, and he hadn’t sustained such a knife wound for a long time.

“I take back what I just said, you’re strong.” Gallo said.

Shen Min panted, and the blow that had just been exhausted all his strength. At last, Ti Qi came out to help, and stood in front of Shen Wei.

“I will give due respect to the strong, so for the next shot, I will do my best.” Galo Luo squatted slightly, with the horizontal knife ahead.

Shen Wenxing on the other side widened his eyes, what the assassin was talking about? The next step is to do everything in his power. Isn’t the knife just his real strength?

“Ga Lan Dao · Inverse character is one heart, the highest hand.” Galo Luo whispered.

The fascinating moonlight flows on his blade, and the eyes under the mask are hidden behind the blade, dark and deep, as if 10,000 fluorescent lights have been stored. The momentum of the assassin’s whole body changed in an instant, and if there was a majestic demon standing behind him. All the riders backed in horror. They also faced many assassins and saw the fierceness of the Gala Knife, but at this moment they discovered that they had never seen the real Gala knife.

The real Kalan knife is the demon sword.

Gallo stepped forward, rushing forward like a fierce wolf. His knife dragged the twisted electric light through the tortuous arc, Ti was strangled as he approached, Shen heard the sticky sound of the blade immersed in flesh and then left, as cold as if it was going to penetrate the bone marrow. Lightning crossed the line, and the demon sword finally came to Shen Hao’s body. Galo Luo held the knife in his hands like a thunder, and the knife became gasified and shaped like a giant mountain.

In such a magnificent sword, Shen’s vision was blank.

“Uh-“

The blade hanging over his head did not fall, and the sound of Xiao in the forest came from the night wind, flowing quietly. The vision gradually became clear. Shen Yun saw a young girl standing in front of her eyes, black hair and black clothes, and the wide sleeves slid under the elbows with her raised arms. The arms that were exposed were not the woman’s shiny skin, but the cold light. Two blades.

Someone named the girl for him, “It’s Zhaoye!”

Something in the dark flashed through the silver light in the air, a very thin trace. Shen Yan raised his head along the silk thread, and a dark figure hung upside down from the old linden tree branch across the air, looking down at all the assassins below. He looked too scary, like an inverted bat, everyone was startled.

“Who is it!” The assassins whispered. “How could he control Zhao Ye and Jisi!”

“I heard that Shen Zhen had seized a lot of his stuff when he chased the traitor,” said Capricorna. “It seems that Shen Qian has recovered the wire drawing technique and the puppet technique.”

Galo Luo whispered as he stepped back, “Really?”

“Hey, there.” The silhouette in the tree spoke.

Galo Luo raised his head and looked at him quietly.

“Yes, that’s you.” Under the shadow of the moon, there was a clear scar in his eyes. “Did you hurt the head and body of my governor?”

“It’s not on your head.” Gallo was honest.

Xia Houyu fell from the tree to the ground and walked towards him step by step. “It’s all right on your head. Turtle, you dare to touch Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will not cut your Lao Tzu’s name and write it backwards.”

“Are you Shen Yun?” Galo Luo didn’t move. “Which is He? What was your name before you changed your name?”

Xia Hou smiled, with a wolf-like grin in his smile. He opened his five fingers and pulled it violently. The invisible silk thread trembled fiercely in the air. Zhao Ye suddenly looked up, and flew towards Jia Lou Luo.

“My name is,” Xiahou shouted, “your uncle.”