MTL - Everlasting Sword God-Chapter 730 Hong Fuqitian

Shen Zhenyi opened his eyes.

Tonight he was originally in retreat, and the murderous murder outside the door had been felt for a long time, but murderous murder of this scale was not enough to cause his uncomfortable reaction.

But a moment ago, he suddenly smelled blood.

Someone did it.

His silver eyes swept outward, and he sighed softly, "It really is Hong Fuqitian."

"What's wrong, Master!"

Chu Huoluo, who was on duty outside, entered the door. She also felt that something was wrong outside the door. When she heard Master ’s voice, she immediately came in and asked for instructions.

"It's nothing."

Shen Zhenyi exhaled: "Probably Hong Duwei was worried about us, returned the following night, and was assassinated at the door."

What?

You call this Hong Fuqitian? Chu Huoluo was stunned and screamed: "Then we will not avenge him quickly!"

With a bang of the sword, Chu Huoluo rushed out of the door impatiently.

"and many more."

Shen Zhenyi waved his hand to stop: "First, if you rush out like this, you will still die."

"Second, Hong Duwei hasn't died yet. What's the revenge for him?"

He greeted him, "A dirty, go and bring Hongdu Wei back."

Chu Huoluo forgot to slap her forehead, but she forgot that there is still a lot of hard work. A Xi is an assassin in the dark. It is obviously better than her to do such a thing.

Axie is helpless, Chu Huoluo is sent to death, she will not risk it when she goes out? Sure enough, it's just a killer's treatment, not his own.

With no expression on her face, she flew out of nowhere and plunged into the darkness outside the door.

Almost immediately, Axie returned, carrying Hong Duwei on his shoulders.

Her small body, with such a burly man, was completely innocent.

A sword penetrates the heart.

It looks certain to die.

Hong Niang, who was rushing back, suddenly felt a pain in her heart, her light shook, her face became tense.

"Fu Jun"

Somehow, she was worried.

It was getting hazy.

Hong family.

Chu Huoluo said, "He is not dead yet?"

Without breathing for a long time, even the seventh-highest master in the realm of mankind has died.

"No."

Shen Zhenyi sighed softly: "This man Hong Fu Qitian, has the ability to resurrect from death, and only through this incident can he cross the original obstacle and go to a higher level."

He stretched out his hand casually, and Hong Duwei's body was drawn, and then he sat up and yelled, "Be careful! There is an enemy attack!"

At this moment of life and death, I remember the three sons, but I do n’t remember my wife.

Chu Huoluo groaned in her heart, but she forgot to be shocked.

"Master, can you still save the dead?" Lord Longjun couldn't believe it.

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Master is too omnipotent.

Shen Zhenyi smiled and shook his head: "I naturally don't have this ability now. This is because he has a special talent and has an immortal heart. Every time the heart is pierced, the divine light brewing in the heart will be released. Come in. "

"So this kind of person is Hong Fuqitian. He won't die even in a mortal situation."

Hong Duwei looked at them calmly, all a little dumbfounded: "What are you talking about? Am I just dead?"

His memory is indeed the same. Obviously he was pierced in the chest, how could he come to the room alive, is it a dream?

When the voice did not fall, I heard a slight gurgling sound from the door, and then the darkness diffused in like water, slowly engulfing the light in the room, and the candlelight lit in the room was immersed in the darkness, and then went out. The faint light of the individual's body was also shrouded in darkness, and it became increasingly invisible.

"That was just it!"

Hong Duwei settled down, guarding himself with the light of God, saying, "In the dark, there are terrible things, so don't underestimate the enemy. His attack can easily pierce the light of God. I just suffered a great loss!" "

"Humph!"

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Ah Fang sneered, "I'll fix it."

This is nothing more than an assassin hidden in the dark, she has many experiences with the enemy.

Huh!

The blades are staggered in the dark. Although it is not clear, it is also possible to guess that A Xian has exchanged a move with his opponent.

"Little girl, your assassination swordsmanship is good."

An old voice came from the darkness: "But in front of my ancestor of black murder, this ability is nothing more than fireflies than Haoyue. If you kneel down now and worship me as a teacher, I will spare your life!"

The Black Ancestor?

Hong Duwei took a deep breath: "This person really exists?"

For him living in Xuantian City, this is a legendary name, or rather a name that scares children. I heard that this man was murderous and shrouded in darkness. Every child who was not good when he was a kid would be scared by his parents and captured by the ancestor of the black killer.

Later, as an elder, Hong Duwei, the guard of the city gate, also knew that the ancestor of the black murderer had assassinated many members of the royal family, but he was a famous wanted criminal. It's just that no one can describe what the Black Slay's ancestor was like, only that this person's way of attack was to cover the light of God with darkness, giving a fatal blow invisible.

Some martial arts masters have analyzed this, which shows that the **** light of the black killing ancestor itself is black light, so this strange change can be made.

Hong Duwei never thought that he would meet such a legend. He touched the wound on his chest, and he felt restless.

——It seems to be an honor to be stabbed by a character like this without dying?

A Fang ignored him at all.

She dexterously shuttles in the dark. This kind of training she had experienced as a child. Eyes can deceive people. A best assassin not only fears the darkness, but also embraces the darkness and treats himself as a blind man. Any changes you make will not affect you.

Induced by the heart and the Divine Comedy, the breath of life is so hot and disgusting. It just needs to blow out the flame of life like a candle. This is an excellent assassin.

He did kill his ancestors. He did cultivate higher, stronger, and weird ways of attacking, but his technique was rough and lacking artistry.

"Don't struggle with nothing."

The black ancestor's laughter continued: "You simply cannot find where I am, and of course you refuse to have a chance to attack me. Your talent is good, you are still young, and it would be a pity to die here. Anymore? "

"I won't die."

A Fang responded indifferently.

"Hahahahaha!"

The black ancestor burst into laughter: "You little girl is quite confident. It is a pity that everyone in Hong's family tonight will die except me, and you are no exception."

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His sword is also dark, and his moves are also dark. It seems that he has been in the dark for a long time, and he cannot see the blade at all.

A deadly killer flew across A Ji's throat, and when she couldn't let it go, she stepped back half an inch to avoid the silent blow.