One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 47 Mixed Poisonous Smoke
While thinking about it, the Grandmaster of Zhaixinglou motioned for the killers to follow him and leave the ruins first.

The killer always likes complex terrain, which is convenient for concealed assassination, but this time he overturned in the field he is best at.

Not only did Song Yun not be found, but half of the people were killed by others with the help of the location.

Now the killers can only go to the open area of ​​the city to hide.

Away from the ruins, the field of vision is wide, and it is not easy to be attacked.

Dozens of surviving people breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the master walking towards the open space, and followed him in a swarm.

They don't want to stay in this area anymore, and their lives are not guaranteed at all.

Everyone hurriedly walked, fearing that Song Yun would kill them if they walked too slowly.

Came near the hut, checked the house, looked around, and found nothing unusual.

Finally, there were no more dead people, and the killers looked at each other with some gratitude. The cold sweat on some people's bodies had already soaked the black cloth masks.

The Grandmaster of Zhaixing Tower looked left and right, and soon noticed the cemetery next to the hut.

"A lot of people are buried here..." He walked over quickly, looking down at the simple tombstones.

"It turned out to be the burial place of the Beiting army. Tsk tsk, it's too shabby to be buried here after death for a loyal soldier."

His voice gradually became louder, and finally he shouted out: "Song Yun, your cemetery is not well repaired, and the Feng Shui is not good. Let us dispose of the remains of the Beiting Army."

"We have a special way to refine the corpses of martial arts masters into copper corpses, and preserve them for a long time, so that the style of the Beiting Army can continue, how about it?"

There was a sneer on the corner of his mouth as he spoke, "Everyone, come over and dig my grave! Let's start with this general, Guo Xin."

Boom——he was answered with a deafening explosion!

The black-clothed killers gathered around the hut were on guard. Suddenly, one of the black-clothed men turned around and got into the house, throwing dozens of hidden weapons outwards!
Explosive Yanleizi, Black Smoke Stone, Nether Smoke Stone, as well as Zhaixinglou's own smoke, poisonous powder, fireworks bombs...

For a moment, the black smoke billowed, covering the area of ​​more than ten meters around the hut, and blazing fires flashed inside from time to time, like lightning and thunder among layers of dark clouds.

The strong impact shook the two huts to the point of collapse, the windows were broken, and all the tables and chairs inside fell over.

As for the outside of the house, it was even more unbearable. Before the dozens of killers could enter the house to escape, they were blown upside down, fell to the ground, bleeding from all orifices, and dizzy.

After a little inhalation, a mixture of poisonous gas and smoke enters the chest and lungs along the nose.

Those who were not congenital could not bear such a high concentration of mixed poisonous smoke, and almost all of them died suddenly on the spot.

The congenital master was dizzy, struggling to take the antidote, but a bronze sword quickly passed by in the black smoke...

Song Yun held the miasma pill in his mouth, stepped forward and swung his sword non-stop, beheading all the killers who were still alive.

Only one innate martial artist was left alive, and he stepped down a few times, severely crushing his limbs.

The innate martial artist just screamed a few times, took two puffs of poisonous smoke, and quickly passed out again.

Song Yun put his sword back into its sheath, threw two black smoke stones on the ground, looked in the direction of the master outside the thick black smoke, and sneered.

"Dare to play tricks with me in Anxi City, you are courting death!"

[Void Storage Box] I collected a bunch of black night clothes, which looked exactly like killers. Song Yun had long wanted to wait for an opportunity to sneak into these people.

But the killers are well-trained, and there are special codes for communication, and he has not been able to find the opportunity before.

Until just now, the master took people to an open place to hide.

The killers, who had been tense for half the night, suddenly relaxed, and ran to the safe zone in a swarm, but they didn't notice that there was a "companion" quietly beside them.

Maybe wait a little longer, and they will find anomalies when they communicate.But since Song Yun got in, he wouldn't give Zhaixinglou a chance to come back.

A wave of explosions and poisonous smoke wiped out dozens of killers near the hut.

Only a few people on the periphery survived, screaming and escaping.

Beside the cemetery, the master of Zhaixinglou immediately realized what had happened, his face was livid with anger, and he said through gritted teeth:

"Song Yun, you are so daring! Killing people in front of me, do you really think that my master is just a display?"

No one responded to him in the black smoke, only the scream of the innate master whose limbs were trampled off.

Grandmaster was startled, eager to save someone, drew out the short blade at his waist, and rushed ten feet away with one lunge, rushing into the billowing smoke and dust.

The concentration of black smoke is extremely high, and it is at night, and after entering, you can't see your fingers.

But Grandmaster Zhaxinglou didn't panic at all. Martial Dao Grandmaster's perception was stronger than Xiantian, he couldn't even see it, Song Yun couldn't even see it, so he wasn't afraid at all.

At this time, after the explosion reverberated in the city for a few times, it had gradually subsided, only the noise of the wind seemed endless, and the black smoke stone on the ground was smoking.

Grandmaster stood still in the billowing black smoke, listening for a moment, his face became more and more ugly.

All he could hear was a faint breathing.

With a wave of his left palm in the direction of the sound of breathing, Gang Qi shot out, dispelling a small cloud of smoke and dust, revealing the killer in black with his limbs bent and bleeding on the ground.

"It's not Song Yun."

Just as he was striking out, Grandmaster keenly sensed that someone was approaching quickly from behind!

"Heh, play a sneak attack with me, you are still very young."

The Grandmaster waited for the person who came to rush behind him, and then turned around like lightning, the short blade turned into a streamer and slashed down rapidly.

Pfft—the blade easily cut into the flesh, creating a deep wound.

"Successful... No, this is a dead man!" Grandmaster frowned slightly, and retreated violently.

And Song Yun had already dodged to his side, the bronze sword stabbed out, a little bit of cold light shot out, like a meteor hitting the moon, and with the sharp sound of breaking through the air, it went straight to the grandmaster's throat!

"Boy, if you dare to fight a martial arts master at the innate level, you really don't know how to live or die."

Grandmaster Zhaxinglou raised the short blade sharply with his right hand and set up the long bronze sword.

With a swipe of his left hand towards his waist, another short blade appeared in his palm, stabbing obliquely towards Song Yun's waist.

Gang Qi spewed out again, shooting forward along the tip of the short blade, forming an invisible sharp knife gang!
The short blade was still four feet away, and Song Yun felt a slight pain in his waist and eyes, which meant that even with the double protection of close-fitting soft armor and fish-scale black armor, he would still suffer serious internal injuries after being hit by this knife blow !
Swish, "Heavenly Ghost Hidden Image Technique" was cast, Song Yun's figure floated, and he forcibly moved horizontally for a certain distance.

The grand master lost the shot, but when he heard this movement, his eyes lit up, "My boy, it really is the heir of the ghost-killing sect, quickly hand over the power inheritance, I can make you die quickly, otherwise..."

"How can there be so much nonsense, suffer!"

Song Yun swung his sword and attacked again, using the "Clear Water and Spiritual Snake Transformation" from "Nine Transformations of Divine Ability", the fierce sword turned suddenly, wandered and twisted, twisted and twisted, dexterously swung the short blade, and slashed and pulled on the opposite wrist.

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