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What's more, they had already seen that kid's swordsmanship and evil, and they were more eager for the evil swordsmanship, and they must get it.

He expected that the young man didn't know how to overdraw his potential that day, and he would inevitably hurt his foundation. The internal injury he suffered would certainly not recover so quickly, and he could have a few percent left in his martial arts. It would be a shame if such a good opportunity was missed.

Therefore, in the past few days, he, Lu Bai and Le Hou, while recovering from their injuries, have specially ordered people to return to the Songshan faction to ask Zuo Lengchan for an order, tune up the masters, and put an end to any accidents. After all, that kid Really evil.

Seeing foolproof, Ding Mian waved.

More than 20 disciples of the Songshan School got the order, all of them drew their swords and jumped up to the second floor, their movements were clean and unnecessary.

Bang bang bang!!

More than 20 disciples of Songshan sent directly through the door wall and rushed into the guest room.Behind him, three Taibao, Zhao Sihai, Zhang Jingchao, and Sima De followed closely with 20 other disciples, obviously not taking it lightly.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with their prudence.

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More than twenty Songshan sent disciples as pioneers. At this time, they hadn't seen the situation in the house clearly, and a silver light suddenly bloomed from their horizon.

The snow was as bright as a silver rainbow, and the silver light seemed to be the only one, instantly occupying their minds and giving them no response.

Puff puff puff puff

In an instant, no one could see clearly, more than twenty blood-blossoms bloomed at the same time.

As fast as always, as cold as always.

More than twenty heads stared at their eyes, all at a loss, flying all together, magnificent and terrifying, these people never saw the person who killed them.

The disciples of the Songshan School, although many people have seen the horror of that person, their pupils still shrank and their backs were chilled when they saw this scene.

Ding Mian, Lu Bai, and Le Hou had seen Ji Wushang's terrible sight with their own eyes. They were not as calm as their appearance, and were cautious in their hearts. Seeing this change, they were still shocked.

In such a situation, how could they not understand that not only did the kid not be poisoned by them, but he was also alive and well, not showing signs of decline.

It is expected that the boy's vitality and blood will decay, and it will not be possible to recover in a short time. Although his strength is terrifying, there should not be a few percent left.

How can I think that what they saw at this moment was completely contrary to what they had imagined, that Jian Mang was more terrifying than what they saw that day, it was against common sense, and my heart suddenly trembled inexplicably.

However, there was no retreat at this time. Ding Mian forcefully suppressed the anxiety in his heart and shouted without hesitation: "Go up all, do it together!"

He knew that the kid's killing speed was terrifying, and if he was one step late, he would have killed and injured countless disciples for nothing. He didn't dare to hesitate at the moment and stepped forward.

Behind him, Lu Bai and Le Hou had seen the horror of Ji Wushang, and immediately followed. Several other Taibaos showed fierce faces and followed.

At the same time, Zhao Sihai, Zhang Jingchao, Sima De, and a group of disciples who followed Pioneer had just reacted to the fact that more than twenty of the same sects had already died, so strange that they could not imagine it, and their hairs stood upright.

However, fear began to spread.

But seeing that silver light swept across the space, it was strange and strange, and it was killed in person.

Zhao Sihai, Zhang Jingchao, and Sima De changed their faces at the same time, shouting in unison, and the three long swords were equally swift and swift, like thunder and lightning flashing away.

"dead!"

It's a pity that the silver light was faster, dreamlike, and suddenly disappeared, then appeared behind them, and easily passed between them.

Zhao Sihai, Zhang Jingchao, and Sima De collided with each other while holding their swords straight, and then the three of them collapsed and flew into dozens of pieces, and blood scattered from their internal organs.

Strange and terrifying, it's creepy.

At that moment, no one knew how many swords they were beheaded.

For Ji Wushang, the enemy, whether a second-rate warrior or a first-rate master, kills with one sword is the most fair.

Chapter 20, Evil Sword Shura

At this moment, all the other twenty or so disciples who followed Zhao Sihai, Zhang Jingchao, and Sima De were killed by Ji Wushang.

Inside and outside the inn, whether it was watching the crowds or peeping in secret, at this time, I saw that the Songshan School was aggressive, but only a third of it died in a moment, and the moment was astonished and shocked.

Those disciples of the Songshan School are not ordinary gangsters. Anyone who looks at the arena is also the best in the second-rate. There is usually one. Which of them dares to flatter them, but at this moment is like a beast being slaughtered by people, and the corpse is separated.

What's more, the dead Zhao Sihai, Zhang Jingchao, and Sima De were already the top masters of the underworld before the Songshan faction.

For a while, Wushu looked at Ji Wushang, his scalp numb.

"Little bastard, you are looking for death!" Ding Mian, Lu Bai, and Le Hou saw their disciples being killed one after another, and they wanted to go mad and furious.

"All back!"

Ding Mian yelled and drove away the disciples, and the three attacked Ji Wushang.

They have seen Ji Wushang's monster fast sword, they will not sillyly slam into it. The three of them are in a pinch, bursting with palm strength, and the big Songyang palm hits Ji Wushang away.

The world's martial arts can only be fast. They are not as good as Ji Wushang in terms of speed. But who says that they can't break the law with strength. No matter how mysterious Ji Wushang sunflower energy is, it will eventually be insufficient. The three of them can add up to a hundred years of skill. , Enough to crush.

It is the right way to attack the shortcomings with your own strengths.

"Boy, grab it with your hands, hand over the evil sword, spare you not to die!"

The terrifying and majestic palm power struck through the air, and the air burst and surge.

Ji Wushang self-consciously saw the advantages and disadvantages, and he had suffered a loss before, so he couldn't stand up to it, but at this time there was no one beside him. Just like that day, he could use Stenda as a meat shield.

Seeing that it was too late to avoid dodge, I wanted to turn around again, but saw other Taibao sealed his way to death.

"Damn little beast, dare to kill my Songshan faction!"

The golden hair lion Gao Kexin's eyes are blood-red, and he shouts loudly, like a lion, his long sword turns into a rainbow, killing Xiang Ji Wushang, majestic and domineering, and extremely cold.

On both sides of his body, the two swords were swift and fast, with strange angles, besieging towards Ji Wushang, it was the Bald Immortal Weng Bu Chen and the condor Sha Tianjiang.

Deng Rengong followed the three of them, dancing wildly like snakes with his whip, concealed and defended the back formation, ready to substitute for the offensive of the three.

The martial arts of these four people can be regarded in the arena, but at this time, in front of Ji Wushang, they dare not be careless. For fear that they will follow in the footsteps of Zhao Sihai, Zhang Jingchao, and Sima De, their martial arts may not be much higher than those three. .

There are wolves in front and tigers behind. If they don’t retreat, they will be severely injured by the three big Songyang palms of Ding Mian, and the four Gao Jinxin cooperated and killed them together. It’s not like Zhao Sihai’s carelessness. It’s tricky to prepare. .

Even if it was dragged by these four for a minute and a half, Ji Wushang expected that the big Songyang palm behind him would fall on his back for dozens of consecutive palms.

There is nowhere to escape.

Inside and outside the inn, there are countless numbers of people who saw the seven Great Taibao attack at the same time.

However, Ji Wushang didn't see any panic on his face, unexpectedly, his body was like a ghost, shot at Gao Jinxin, and hit the majestic sword light.

Cang!