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The seven people have no corpses, a place of flesh and blood and internal organs.

Threads of black and red qi converged on Ji Wushang, no one could see.

For a while, there was silence.

Hundreds of eyes were trembling with horror, and the cold breath was cold.

It's not that the corpse in that place is too horrible, they have seen bloody and brutal scenes, and some people are even more in love with it.

What they were horrified was that Ji Wushang was too easy to kill people, just as it was not people who killed people, but a few chickens and a few dogs, too fast and too indifferent.

You must know that the eight people who died in his hands were not unknown.

Many people calmed down and remembered the person who died in the hands of this young man before.

More people, their hearts become more vigorous, and their greed has made no secret of it.

"This is the evil swordsmanship?"

Someone whispered, obsessed in his eyes.

In the arena, what do you want most?

It is not money and power, nor beauty and wine.

It is martial arts, the best martial arts in the world!

In these rivers and lakes, when martial arts are so high that no one can beat them, everything is at your fingertips, and you don't have to worry about being revengeful all day for fear of death.

Linghu rushed to find out, surprised.

Earlier on hearing what Yue Lingshan and Lauderno had said about Fuzhou, I was a little bit suspicious in my heart, but now I dare not take it lightly.

"Master is right. There are countless talents in the world, and you must not be arrogant. This Lin Pingzhi looks at no more than twenty. I am afraid that the martial arts is too high for me. I was worried about him before, but it is unnecessary."

Just seeing the corpse in that place, I thought: These people are plotting other people's secrets, they are malicious in their hearts, and they are guilty of death, but Lin Ping's method is cruel, killing people without leaving the whole body, how can they be reborn.

At this time Linghu Chong hadn't learned the Dugu Nine Swords, and his vision was limited.

In the wine shop, as a recognized master of swordsmanship in the world, Yue Buqun was very knowledgeable and saw more.

After Ji Wushang started his hand, all his eyes were on Ji Wushang. Because of this, he was astonished and confused.

Ji Wushang's sword technique was extremely simple in his eyes. Although the moves were weird, the number of moves was straightforward. If the speed of the sword is slower, death is necessary, like a wild dance on the tip of a knife, which is as dangerous as life and death.

Really speaking of swordsmanship, the young man was afraid that his disciple Linghu Chong would be inferior to him, but his sword control skills were strange, and the speed of his sword was simply inhuman.

There is no need to break the move to the extreme, what about the flaws in the body, the enemy's ultimate move has not touched the flaws in the body, and he has been killed by the fast sword.

Turning decay into magic is so powerful, really weird.

Yue Buqun's expression was solemn: "This evil sword technique is a real evil."

There were more than 300 constrainers and many masters, but everyone who witnessed this scene was only shocked by the evil charm of Ji Wushang's martial arts. They were in awe and sighed.

No one knows, the strength revealed by Ji Wushang at this time is far from all.

Ji Wushang was able to obtain the complete Sunflower Book. Not only did he complete the first re-cultivation, he also completed the second re-cultivation. He cultivated both vitality and blood. Although his internal strength has not increased much, the sunflower’s true energy is more refined and his breath works more mysterious .

With Ji Wushang's martial arts comprehension to the deepest, an ordinary person can turn into a three-point effort, and his strength has nearly doubled compared to before.

Of course, this refers to the ability to kill.

Chapter 14, Blood Rain

The rain curtain is getting bigger and the rain falls on the body, making people hurt.

No one left to take shelter from the rain, and no matter how cool the rain was, it could not cool everyone's hearts.

The accumulation of rain on the ground caused the blood to spread.

Ji Wushang paced forward, scornful of nothing, and whispered: "Huangquan has a narrow road, who is in a hurry, I will send him a ride first."

No one acted rashly, no one was really anxious to die, the eight broken corpses on the ground were enough to make people calm.

They are waiting, waiting for others to shoot first.

Everyone wants to be a fisherman.

The inexplicable silence is like a volcano that will erupt at any time.

On the side of the Hengshan School, Yilin couldn't help feeling depressed, she was timid, and involuntarily grabbed the corner of Master Dingyi's clothes: "Master?"

Master Ding Yi looked at his disciples too much and saw that they were pale, not knowing whether they were frozen by the rain or frightened by the suppressed atmosphere.

Shen said: "This matter has nothing to do with me, so let's step back."

She could see that the young man was by no means as harmless as humans and animals on the surface, and the corpse alone would make her unkind tomorrow.No matter the boy or the underworld heroes, she had no reason to help.

She glanced at Yue Buqun, who was watching the battle in the wine shop, and said to Linghuchong, Lauderno and others: "You also get out of the way, so that you don't get caught. Once you get involved, the sword will have no eyes, and it will be difficult for the head of Yue. Save your life."

Linghu rushed: "Master Tai's words are extremely true, and we also step back."

With that said, greet a group of juniors to follow Hengshan faction and others to leave.

The crowd of onlookers had the same thoughts as them, and when they saw it, they retreated with interest, leaving the field for the two parties who were about to fight.

The retreats are all righteous people, not that they don't want to ward off evil swords, but because of their reputation, they don't have a name, and it's difficult to do it directly like the underworld masters.

As time dragged on, the number of people arriving increased, and there were more and more people in the underworld, and soon reached the number of three hundred.

Some people recognize many of these cruel characters, Mu Gaofeng, Ji Wushi, Mobei Shuangxiong, Yuling Taoist, etc., are all famous in the underworld.

Among these three hundred people, there are no less than one hundred second-rate people, and there are a few first-rate masters.

The righteous people onlookers take a breath.

The young man was afraid of bad luck.

Many people admire him for his youthful martial arts skills, but no matter how tall he is, he is afraid of the skill of the sea.

The longer the delay, the more disadvantaged Ji Wushang is.

No matter how high his martial arts is, he will be one person after all, even if he is consumed by hundreds of people.

Ji Wushang is indifferent, harmless to humans and animals, but keeps pushing forward.

The three hundred underworld heroes didn't say a word, but their spirits gathered.