In front of you is the last battle tonight!

Fight to the death!

He and his sworn brother, ran away in the night, and came to kill the thief.

With the body of two people, fighting against dozens of times the enemy, this is the martial arts world he imagined, and this is the avenge he wanted.

Today's revenge is avenged today!

Why wait until tomorrow is wasted?

Chen Qiu was very proud of himself. He carried the seven stars and said to the mountain ghost:

"Brother, please see my method!"

"kill!"

"Kill them!"

Chen Qiu's shouts and Zhang Chu's cold orders sounded at the same time. The sword light was shaking, and the autumn wind was shaking. Under the three-point sacrifice, the gentle and peaceful Xueji's true energy also danced wildly.

The sword light came towards us, and immediately the seven-degree thief squirted blood and fell to the ground.

The Autumn Sword suddenly rose, and the mountain ghost jumped up from the horse's back, and there was nearly ten feet between him and Zhang Chu.

But the mountain ghost only took seven steps to complete this ten feet away.

Every time he took a step, a thief approaching him buried his corpse on the spot. Even Zhang Chu couldn't see the sword style of the mountain ghost, just like a mountain ghost slaughtering the Northern Dynasty thieves in Taihang.

Easy and freehand painting.

Every time he took a step, a mountain ghost phantom broke out. At the end of the seventh step, Zhang Chu, with a solemn expression, swung his sword at the ghost swordsman in front of him, and the mountain ghost lifted his sword and slashed it diagonally.

Seven phantoms, eight Chengying, and eight sword moves hit the face.

The four guards of heaven and earth Xuanhuang flew backwards beside Zhang Chu in a blink of an eye, and the war horse behind Zhang Chu was even dismembered on the spot like a sword blade.

Blood and energy soar into the sky.

Zhang Chu retreated with a knife, and before the Greedy Wolf's sword style was unfolded, it was forcibly cut off by the sword technique of the mountain ghosts in front of him.

He looked at the mountain ghost in front of him and asked coldly:

"What kind of sword technique is yours?"

"bass"

The shadows roared forever, falling beside the mountain ghost.

Under the ghost face, there were gloomy eyes, which made Zhang Chu feel goosebumps all over his body.

Instead of answering Zhang Chu's question, he stretched out his finger and pointed at Zhang Chu, saying in a hoarse voice:

"That piece of jade, my brother's thing..."
Chapter completed!