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Linghu frowned, "That boy seems to have refused."

Yue Lingshan and Lauderno were not surprised to see Ji Wushang's martial arts.

Lauderno explained: "That person is what I mentioned before, Lin Pingzhi, the young dart head of the Fuwei Escort, and his martial arts is not low. Even Yu Canghai is likely to be defeated by this man."

"So that's the case, really young." The Huashan school brothers suddenly heard the words. They had known him from Yue Lingshan a long time ago, and they sighed when they saw it.

"Brother Linghu!" A surprise voice sounded behind Linghuchong.

The Huashan faction looked back, but the Hengshan faction and others were behind them. The leader was Dingyi Master Tai and Yilin, who also came to join in the fun for some reason.

After a few words of greeting, Linghu Chong briefly introduced the situation.

Master Ding Yi said with a bad expression: "Amitabha, this kind of evil sect is the most unruly. Seeing advantage, he will kill evil, and he should really go to hell."

"Master, it's raining." The little nun Yilin looked up at the sky.

I don't know when it was covered by clouds and rain that day.

The drizzle rain and sand moisturizes everything, and it is more green when falling on the grass, leaves, branches and willows, the white wild flowers are swaying leisurely, and the spring scenery is beautiful and moving.

The rain silk fell on Ji Wushang's shawl and black hair, adding a touch of comfort to him, calm and easy-going, incompatible with the suspicious surroundings.

Seeing Ji Wushang walking out of the wine shop with his sword, hundreds of eyes fell on him, this would calm down instead.

No one shot first, just because of the hundreds of corpses that fell behind him after walking along the way in the past two days.

"This little brother, I have long heard that the evil swordsmanship is mysterious and unpredictable in the world. I am naturally surprised by those who are practicing martial arts, so I want to ask the little brother to take out the evil swordsmanship. To misunderstand, it hurts peace in vain."

An old man wearing a Taoist robe, with a tall skeleton, fluttering white beard, a pair of fairy winds, holding a sword in each hand, one long and one short, like a child and a mother.

Someone recognized him as a well-known underworld master in northern Shaanxi. Looking at his appearance, there are countless women of good families destroyed under him.

Ji Wushang glanced, stroking Yue Buqun’s long sword, familiar with the feel, and chuckled: "I am not a stingy person, I will let you see this evil sword as you wish, so that you can walk Huangquan Road. Peace of mind, death stunned."

Although the words were plain, the actual arrogance was extremely arrogant.

The spring rain was cool and the atmosphere was getting colder.

"Haha, your kid is arrogant, die for me!"

Like a thunderstorm, a sturdy man screamed wildly, and he swung a dragon's head with a big sword. The wind was raging, mighty and domineering, like a humanoid beast.

Before the voice was over, people had already saved it, like a tiger and a leopard.

"It's Crazy Blade Kunlong!"

Someone exclaimed that this is a well-known master in the underworld, only half a step away from the first-class realm. He has a arrogant and domineering swordsmanship. There are many dead and no lives. There are countless souls under the dragon head. Black and white want to find him. There are countless people seeking revenge, but most of them can only be turned into ghosts under the sword, making people helpless.

Seeing that Kunlong was impatient, some were furious and some sneered.

Similarly, some people are not far behind.

"Thief, never want to succeed!"

A black-clothed man saw someone preemptively attacked, he shouted, his eyes shone, and he shot out, and there were six others behind him.

The seven people have different weapons, such as knives, guns, swords, whips, hooks, maces, and hammers. They dance at the same time to complement each other's shortcomings and increase their strengths. The seven people have different physical skills, but their actions are orderly and implied formations, such as wind and thunder. people.

These seven people are also famous bandits on the underworld in Xiangbei. Although the seven are not brothers, they have lived and died for many years, and they have a tacit understanding between offense and defense. They are like one, which makes many masters who have higher martial arts than them jealous.

The mad knife Kunlong ignored the scolding of others behind him, and laughed out loud. Although he was big, he moved like a thunder and moved quickly and very quickly.

The dragon head's big sword is extremely powerful, but it is as light as a feather in his hand, and it is cut out with four knives in an instant, and one knife is faster than one, making people unavoidable.

Under the knife light, Ji Wushang was indifferent.

When the white light fades, it is almost invisible, like looking at flowers in the mist.

Kunlong seemed to be unaware of it, and his sword was unabated.

However, in the eyes of everyone, the two figures have already passed by.

To be precise, it should be half of Kun Long's body passing by Ji Wushang.

puff!

The blood blew up and it was spectacular.

Kunlong's eyes were only confused, until his pupils were hollow.

The dragon head sword never touched Ji Wushang's clothes from beginning to end.

No one expected Ji Wushang to draw a sword, and no one saw Ji Wushang draw a sword.

Blood ran all over the place, and the internal organs that spilled out were still squirming.

Disgusting.

"Don't look!"

In the Hengshan school, a senior sister covered Yilin's eyes and turned pale.

This group of nuns from Hengshan School is sincere to show their respect to the Buddha. Although they have broadened their horizons while walking around the world, they rarely see such bloody scenes.

In the field, the seven people who followed Kunlong were shocked when they saw this, but knew that they could not retreat, and they did not dare to hesitate in their movements.

In an instant, cold and light intertwined, murderous aura boiled, and only seven weapons formed a net of heaven and earth, blocking all directions.

Seven directions, at the same time, seven vital points of Ji Wuwu's body were locked.

It seems that Ji Wushang will be minced into flesh.

"dead!"

The seven people drank at the same time, with a perfect momentum.

Ji Wushang didn't advance or retreat, and raised his sword again.

The body spun suddenly, flying like a top.

At the same time that the seven moves fell, twenty-one sword shadows suddenly bloomed, coming first, traversing the sky, and rolling in all directions.

When they looked again, everyone saw that the young man's figure was disillusioned, and only the sword shadow remained.

More than 300 people looked stagnant at the same time, and their hearts were shocked.

The sword shadow disappeared, and a large swath of blood sprayed into the sky, dyeing the rain red.