But in the next second, Zhao Xiong only felt that the bones in his whole body were soft.

Just because in the seat opposite, the fourth person, his head drooped a few times, and there was no life.

Moreover, from the first person to the fourth person, from left to right, in turn.

If the fifth person on the right ......

This idea has not yet been fully conceived in Zhao Xiong's mind. The fifth person on the right died of exhaustion.

Ghosts!

In this room, there are ghosts!

Zhao Xiong couldn't hold back anymore and wanted to get up to remind Wu Ying.

But when he just turned his head and was about to get up, a boy on his right side had his head drooping.

The two were not far apart, and Zhao Xiong clearly saw that in the back of the boy's heart, there was a match-like black needle.

Zhao Xiong wanted to stand up. But I suddenly found that I was so frightened that my whole body was paralyzed, and I didn't even have the strength to stand up.

It's a loud reminder, it's all the same. His mouth was open, but he didn't make a sound at all.

And death continued in the dead silence of the conference room.

As far as he could see. I clearly saw that several sons and brothers who came with him drooped their heads at the same time.

Then, there were several acquired triple martial artists in the distance.

In less than half a minute, ten people died one after another.

Then. Wu Yingcai noticed Zhao Xiong's abnormality.

Wu Ying said coldly, "Zhao Xiong, have you seen my son's unjust soul?

The four acquired quadruple powerhouses beside him also raised their heads, but the eyes that looked at Zhao Xiong were gloating.

They are the old men of the Wu family, and they know Wu Ying's temper very well. Now Wu Ying, who is furious, urgently needs someone to vent his anger.

And this person is undoubtedly Zhao Xiong.

But when he heard Wu Ying mention Wu Jian, Zhao Xiong's face turned even paler.

He opened his mouth, but finally shouted hysterically, "Wu ...... Master Wu, you ...... You're right, I—I saw Wu Shao's ghost. He's in the room!"

"Wu Shao is back to ask for his life, Wu Shao is back to ask for his life!"

"Wu Shao, don't kill me, please, for the sake of me being your follower for many years, don't kill me!"

When Wu Ying heard this, she was instantly furious.

He stood up suddenly, but his eyebrows were frozen.

A few people around Zhao Xiong didn't move!

At this moment, the lights in the conference room suddenly went out.

Immediately, Zhao Xiong's voice suddenly stopped.

Immediately after, a faint and cold sound sounded in everyone's ears.

"True Martial Immortal Sect, Ye Qingxuan, I am here to send the Wu family back to the west!"

When the voice settled, there was a muffled sound from the direction where Zhao Xiong was.

In the darkness, only those who were close to Zhao Xiong could vaguely see that Zhao Xiong ...... He's dead!

In Zhao Xiong's original position, there was a phantom, standing proudly.

"True Martial Immortal Sect, Ye Qingxuan!?"

Wu Ying roared angrily, "Turn on the lights and kill this person!"

As a member of the clan and the head of the Wu family, how could Wu Ying not know that this divine name was passed on by the entire Jiangzhou clan circle.

He was still racking his brains just now, who had the ability to dare to kill Wu Jian and Cheng Sen and provoke him Wu family coercion.

Now, he's figured it out.

It is the master of this voice, and it is Ye Qingxuan who slaughtered the Skulled Water Dragon King!

"Yes!"

A quadruple powerhouse of the day after tomorrow responded and ran towards the door.

Under the dark curtain, the lights went out, and the entire conference room was nowhere to be seen.

Only the martial artists who have cultivated to the four levels or more can rely on strong horizontal cultivation to perceive the movements around them.

The conference room was already cluttered. A few surviving Acquired Triple Warriors hurriedly got up, but as far as they could see, there were many dark shadows, and they couldn't tell who was the enemy and who was the friend.

After two breaths, the strong man came to the door, and when he was about to turn on the light, there was a flicker in front of him.

The strong man swept his eyebrows away, and was suddenly stunned.

In front of me, a tall and thin figure stood of course, with a Peking Opera mask on his face and a seven-foot long sword in his hand.

But the eyes on the mask were closed.

Closed eyes?This person, with his eyes closed!?

Subsequently.

The sword light swept like water, enveloping him in an instant.

Without waiting for him to react, a cold sword aura actually cut off his left arm like a substantial sword blade.

Even, he didn't have time to let out a half-wail, and as far as his eyes could see, a black light swept by.

The cold killing machine instantly locks it in.

He twisted and flipped around, trying to avoid the darkness.

But the black mang was extremely fast, but it stabbed into his right arm and shoulder.

Moment. The whole body is numb, and it is difficult to turn the strength.

And the next moment, the sword light of water struck again.

"Die!"

He only heard the person in front of him indifferently spit out a word, and he felt that the world was spinning, and his eyes were bloody.

Then he saw people dressed exactly like himself. He was standing under him.

And this person's head is so empty!

Boom!

After the sound of landing, he finally understood that the headless man was actually himself!

"I ...... Is it dead? The dignified martial arts powerhouse of the four heavens after tomorrow is actually ...... Killed in seconds!"

One last thought came to mind.

The last screen. Greeted.

The last voice echoed in my ears.

"Twelve, kill!"

In the midst of the blood, the arrogant figure, armed with a sword, stepped over his head. ...... into the distance

"Kill!"

The cold killing machine, with a word spitting out, filled the entire conference room.

Ye Chong's eyes were closed, but he could clearly feel the movement of the surrounding grass and trees, and he could even judge that there was in this room. How many people.

And where are these people, and what kind of actions are they doing.

And this is the advantage of the Immortal Dao far beyond the Martial Dao!

Martial arts powerhouses can only rely on coercion to perceive changes in the aura around them.

But Ye Chong, an immortal Dao madman, can rely on the tiny spiritual power that is diffused throughout the conference room. Perceive everything.

In this conference room, perhaps Wu Ying's strength is much stronger than Ye Chong.

But in this darkness, he, Ye Chong, is the real god of killing!

On the left, the day after tomorrow triple, one person!

My mind turned. Ye Chong condensed his claws with his left hand and instantly locked his throat.

Click!

After a crisp sound, the martial artist of the day after tomorrow was instantly torned off his neck and died of anger.

"The thirteenth!"

On the right side, the day after tomorrow, two, one person!

Out of the dust into the left hand. The right hand condenses its fingers, like thunder.

Right in the heart of that person!

"The Fourteenth!"

Step by step, go deeper.

One by one, but it is like ringing the death knell on the road of death for everyone.

"Fifteenth!"

"The sixteenth!"

……

"The Nineteenth!"

Two minutes!

In the entire conference room, from the death of the first person to the death of the nineteenth person, it was only less than two minutes!

And. After the lights went out, except for the spiritual power that came out of the urging control, Ye Chong did not use any spiritual power.

The people killed were all killed by Ye Chong's bare hands.

Because he hasn't come to the end yet, because he hasn't really fought Wu Ying yet.

And the real elite of the Wu family, the four acquired quadruple powerhouses, was only killed by him!

This is a protracted battle, Ye Chong wants to save his combat power!

He had shocked the sea of clouds in a battle, and today, even if he was not completely sure, he wanted to try it and slaughter all the Wu family warriors. The First World War shocked Gusu!

But.

Wu Ying's roar suddenly resounded throughout the conference room.

"Rokui, how long are you going to wait!"

Ye Chong was stunned for a moment, and his heart was also slightly sunk.

When he came, he had already touched the Wu family clearly. Among the masters of the Wu family, there is no one named Luo Kui at all.

And at this very moment.

"It's coming. ”

A voice rang out from behind him.

Followed by. The door opened.

Click!

After the crisp sound, the lights in the conference room are bright!

Ye Chong finally opened his eyes.

In front of him, there were eleven figures.

From near to far, there are seven people below the triple level of the day after tomorrow, three strong people of the quadruple level of the day after tomorrow, and the strongest person of the Wu family who swept away with angry eyes. The day after tomorrow, Wu Ying!

And behind him, a bloody corpse.

At the end of the room, suddenly, an aura that was also acquired fivefold permeated the air, locking him instantly.

Wu Ying smiled at the corner of her lips, "How is it?

"Although my Wu family is at the bottom of the third-class forces in Gusu. But it has never been swallowed up by other forces. There is also a reason, that is, in addition to me, Wu Ying, there is another acquired fivefold master hidden!"

"Then now, I want you to bury my son!"

With a wave of his hand, he and the acquired five-fold master named Liu Kui stepped out slowly, step by step, the aura became more and more intense, and the coercion became more and more powerful.

And all the rest, under the leadership of the three acquired quadruple martial artists, quickly besieged him.

"I thought I could kill a few more, and you old dog Wu would have the ability to turn on the light. It seems that I still underestimate you. ”

Under the mask, a cold smile appeared on Ye Chong's handsome face, "However, you obviously underestimated me as well." ”

"This Immortal Venerable can slaughter hundreds of Skull Water Dragon Kings, you are just a Wu family. What's the point of worrying!?"

As he spoke, more than ten black manggang needles were condensed in Ye Chong's hands.

"Thirty-six stitches!"

Ten fingers trembled, and all the black manggang needles shot out suddenly.

The needle is like a net, and it becomes the wind.

In an instant, more than ten needles. And he came to the man who was coming.