Destiny Villain: I can check the script of my life!

With the blood of one person, the third peak was dyed red. That was the peak that Tailong attacked.

The golden bell on the third peak roared, resounding through the sky and echoing in the mountain stream.

All the people in Yunlong Village heard it on the seven peaks.

The thick sunset was falling, and an unprecedented bloody battle was about to begin!

Hearing the sound of the golden bell, looking at the huge and long-lasting fireworks.

Ji Chufeng's face changed again and again, looking around at everyone and said: "Everyone, retreat to the seventh peak, look down from a high position, and resist the strong enemy!"

This is a fireworks that will only be lit at the moment of life and death. It is owned by the seven major village chiefs and costs more than 100 taels, enough to illuminate the seven peaks!

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On the highest first peak in the distance, Zuo Qianhu was dressed in black, wearing brocade clothes at night, sneaking on the eaves.

He wanted to kill the first village chief of Yunlong Village, so that fewer people from the Jinyiwei of the Zhenfu Division would die.

When he saw the bright fireworks in the sky, his face suddenly changed.

"This damn Tailong should not have saved him! He is more likely to cause trouble than help!"

Tailong screwed all the Jinyiwei. In an instant, everyone changed from assassination to forced killing!

I don't know how many people will die in the Zhenfu Division before they can flatten the seven mountains!

At the seventh mountain in the distance, by the Yunlong Lake, Su Changqing also frowned. The script of life is not all-encompassing.

The Zhenfu Division is sure to win this battle, but I am afraid it will be a miserable victory.

"My mission is to kill Ji Chufeng first! Whoever dies has nothing to do with me."

Su Changqing's eyes condensed slightly. He made a decision and would not hesitate.

The Frost Snow Blade suddenly came out of the sheath, and the ice crystals shone in the gradually dark night.

He stepped on a point, leaped over, and pointed directly at Ji Chufeng's back!

"You killed more than 30 of my brothers, and you dare to attack me from behind?"

Ji Chufeng had expected this, and dodged the knife, looking at Su Changqing and grinning.

"I, Ji Chufeng, am proficient in assassination, and you, a brocade-clad thief, are you qualified to attack me?"

"Look at my Tang Sect hidden weapon!" Su Changqing shouted, throwing a cloth bag from his arms.

Ji Chufeng's face changed, and he quickly retreated.

Red powder fell all over the sky, and Ji Chufeng was blinded in an instant, and his eyes were dark.

He was shocked and angry in his heart, and while retreating, he almost roared: "You thief, this is also called Tang Sect hidden weapon?"

When he saw the cloth bag, he thought that he had developed some top hidden weapon after leaving Tang Sect.

But he didn't expect it to be a bag of chili powder.

He felt a burning sensation in front of his eyes, and he couldn't even open his eyes, so he could only let the people around him cover his retreat.

"Tang Sect hidden weapon, chili powder!" Su Changqing said calmly.

"Bullshit hidden weapon, you are unworthy of being a son!"

Ji Chufeng was furious and roared.

He quickly took out a jade bottle from his arms, poured out the crystal clear liquid, and wiped it in front of his eyes without caring about the waste.

Su Changqing's eyes condensed slightly, and he came quickly.

Frost and ice crystals were lingering, and a knife pierced through the sky.

He held the long knife horizontally, and the knife light shone in all directions, dazzling and dazzling, and the clanging sound was endless.

All the bandits he met turned into dead souls in the knife.

With the power of the Tyrant Sword, killing the Qi Realm is like killing a dog!

There were nearly a hundred bandits around, and Su Changqing could not get close.

Ji Chufeng's eyes gradually became clear, and he couldn't help but whistled coldly: "You thief, today I will let you see the horror of my Tang Sect's hidden weapon!"

Su Changqing's eyes were slightly cold when he heard it, and he stepped on the head of a bandit. He stepped on the other's head and finally saw Ji Chufeng's position.

With one in each hand, he threw two more cloth bags through the air.

The cloth bags exploded in the air, and the red and dark brown powders were scattered all over the place, and dozens of people were all hit.

"You'd better take my Tang Sect hidden weapons, chili powder, and pepper powder first!"

Ji Chufeng was thrown right, his eyes dimmed again, his eyes were red from the burning, two lines of blood and tears flowed out, and his nose was itchy.

This kind of pain is unbearable.

"How can you be a Jinyiwei with such a shameless person like you?" Ji Chufeng's heart was surging with anger, covering his nose, constantly washing his face, and said coldly.

"My Tang Sect hidden weapons are profound, what do you know!"

Su Changqing knew Ji Chufeng's position, sneered, stepped on the heads of the bandits one after another, and walked briskly.

The frost and snow in his hand were even more domineering, and the sword light swept everything, and no one could stop him.

Blood splattered everywhere, and countless bandits wailed in pain and fell in a pool of blood.

They were stepped on the head, and they were stabbed again.

Su Changqing was about to kill Ji Chufeng.

Ji Chufeng saw the white figure getting closer and closer, and he was shocked and scared. He suddenly opened his folding fan and roared:

"Shameless! You traitor! You insulted me too much! I will fight you!"

"Rain of pear blossom needles!"

The bandits who were protecting Ji Chufeng around him suddenly changed their faces when they heard the words, and they hurriedly ran away.

"Master, don't!"

Countless silver needles burst out from the fan, and the silver light was dazzling, dense and piercing the sky.

"This is my Tang Sect hidden weapon! Boy, die here!" Ji Chufeng said coldly.

These needles are dense as hair, and can penetrate the human skull. Every needle is fatal. Countless bandits around Ji Chufeng fell to the ground and wailed, and there was no sound.

This thing doesn't distinguish between friend and foe, it kills one thousand enemies but loses eight hundred of its own.

Su Changqing had expected this, and he couldn't help but be slightly surprised when he saw this scene.

If there was no script for his life, he would have been half-dead today if not dead.

I don’t know if the indestructible magic of the Vajra can stop it.

With a shock of breath, the white robe on his body was instantly torn into pieces, revealing his original clothes, black clothes like ink, and brocade clothes like flying fish.

The white clothes fell on a dead bandit.

In the rain of pear blossoms, countless silver needles came out from the fan mouth, densely packed, like a silver waterfall, sweeping across wantonly.

After ten breaths, until there was no one standing around, Ji Chufeng took a deep breath, staggered and sat down, his eyes burning, blood and tears flowing continuously.

All the bandits were killed, and he also saw the corpse in white robes, which was also a revenge for many brothers.

"Have a good journey, brothers! Ji has avenged everyone!" Ji Chufeng shouted towards Yunlong Lake with tears in his eyes.

Su Changqing stayed behind Ji Chufeng alone, silent.

The knife slashed down without any hesitation, blood splashed everywhere, and Ji Chufeng's head fell to the ground, his eyes widened, as if there was a trace of disbelief.

Before he died, he didn't know how he died.

There are more than a hundred corpses here, and there is one more Yunlong Village leader.

"Is this the Storm Pear Blossom Fan?" Su Changqing stared at the folding fan, his eyes slightly condensed.

The fan looks light, black feather jade bone, but it is very heavy, seven pounds and eight taels, all inside are precision machinery, and 3,800 silver needles are hidden inside.

Without silver needles, this fan cannot be opened. If it is full of silver needles, this fan can be opened, and the silver needles are its fan bones.

When the black fan feathers are closed, it can be close to fight, and the 3,800 silver needles are like a sharp blade.

It is exquisite and really a killing weapon!

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