"What's wrong, big brother?"

Seeing Ning Huakong's color change, Ning Huachen's brows furrowed slightly, and he asked suspiciously. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Those three old guys have already arrived at the bottom of the cliff, and will be here soon to help." Ning Huakong smiled hideously, turned his gaze, looked at Jin Hong, and said with a somewhat playful smile: "Shizun, your doom...... It's here! ”

"Is there any backup? No wonder there is no fear. Sensing Ning Huakong's somewhat playful gaze, Jin Hong was also slightly taken aback, and then carefully sensed it, and found that under the Ten Thoughts Cliff, at some point, thousands of breaths suddenly emerged quickly.

Among those thousands of auras, there were three auras, and their strength surpassed even that of all the sect masters present today.

"It turned out to be those three old immortal things." After carefully identifying the identities of the three supreme breaths, Jin Hong's face suddenly became extremely solemn, and between his eyebrows, there was already a touch of resoluteness that quickly emerged.

"King Kong Gate, Blood Knife Gate, Thunder Temple. Since you have to get involved, then don't blame my Shizun's subordinates for being ruthless! His eyes narrowed into a slit at this time, and countless murderous aura burst out from it, Jin Hong clenched his fists and muttered in a low voice.

In Jin Hong's induction, the three supreme breaths under the mountain now should belong to the masters of the three major sects of the King Kong Gate, the Blood Knife Gate, and the Thunder Temple.

These three masters are all old monsters over seventy years old, and their strength is unfathomable. It should be the strongest master in today's martial arts, located at the peak of the martial arts pyramid. The strength is definitely not to be underestimated.

Moreover, in the hands of these three masters, they all have a supreme divine weapon, although it is not as good as the Nine Dragons Shenyang Sword in Jin Hong's hands, but if the three major divine soldiers gather together and jointly attack Jin Hong, even if Jin Hong relies on the Nine Dragons Shenyang Sword, I am afraid that he will never dare to shake its edge.

In addition, the forces where these three major masters are located are also very strong and full of heritage, even more powerful than the Heavenly Sword Sect at its peak in the past.

You must know that in the past, the Heavenly Sword Sect at its peak, because of the support of the old master Hong Tiancheng, and the Heavenly Sword, one of the two ancient gods, was in shock, and its strength was definitely able to crush all the sects in the world, and the forces where these three major sects were located were comparable to the Heavenly Sword Sect at its peak, which shows how strong its strength is.

"Since God doesn't allow me, then today, let me kill Shizun!"

Jin Hong let out a long roar with a crazy face, his toes touched the ground, his body retreated to the edge of the Shisi Cliff, picked up a jar of spirits, and poured it directly down his throat.

"Qing Si poured two sleeves, and the strokes were romantic.

How long does lovesickness last? The heart is vain.

The flowers fall and the branches are guilty, and the fish are empty.

Bosom friends can't stay, and the Yiren are ashamed.

Won't the emperor bless it? People are separated by fate.

The name of history is immortal, and Huangquan is self-agguing! ”

The wine jar in his hand was smashed to the ground, Jin Hong stumbled and staggered, his eyes were misty, and he staggered forward two steps, the sword in his hand waved lightly, and a small poem blurted out and sang softly.

"Brother Hong, don't ...... Stop killing! Ning Yuxin gradually eased up from her previous distraction, and when she saw Jin Hong's drunken appearance, her heart was immediately extremely distressed, and she hurriedly stepped forward to support Jin Hong's shoulders and comforted her.

Looking at the beautiful woman in front of him with drunken eyes, Jin Hong woke up drunk, and gradually regained a trace of clarity in his mind. She stared at Ning Yuxin with pity, but shook her head indifferently.

"Do you have to fight hard to break your head before you give up?" Ning Yuxin's eyes were tearful and crying, and her charming and amorous cheeks had become haggard at this time.

"There are some things that can't be changed by manpower." Looking at Ning Yuxin's gaze dodging slightly, Jin Hong said: "Xin'er, I have been in love for you for seven years, and I have no regrets in my heart, but we are destined to come together." After seven years of lovesickness, I'm really tired, and I can't let go of the love for you in my heart. ”

"Today, unless I am dead and killed, otherwise, under the forbidden, I will fall into the devil's way, once I degenerate into a demon, my consciousness will inevitably be invaded by the demons, at that time, I can't control myself, once the demon is involved, it will inevitably bring an unprecedented catastrophe to the martial arts. Just imagine, a poet who has fallen into the devil's path, has no humanity and is holding the Nine Dragons Shenyang Sword, who in this martial arts can resist? ”

"Destiny is predestined, today, my killing and robbery cannot be avoided, and their killing and robbery ...... It is also inevitable. The corners of Jin Hong's eyes narrowed, and in his eyes, the gentle color was fleeting, and a touch of indifference and fierceness quickly emerged

"I'm going to die, they ...... Death too! ”

The cold color quickly appeared, Jin Hong took Ning Yuxin's wrist away, and a decisive color appeared on his face, and his body moved, turning into a streamer and rushing forward, and the sword light of the Nine Dragons Shenyang Sword in his hand flashed, filling the sky.

Ning Yuxin looked at the back of Jin Hong, who was completely crazy, in her eyes, tears burst out of her eyes, and she fell to the ground weakly, crying bitterly.

"Kill!"

Jin Hong's face was hideous, as if a killing god had descended into the world, and he rushed towards the masters of the opposite faction with a fierce momentum.

Rushing forward, he turned his head slightly, looked at Ning Yuxin, who was kneeling on the ground, weak and delicate, and muttered helplessly: "I'm sorry, Xin'er......"

"Why did this little bastard kill again, do you have to kill us all before you want to stop?" The cold light in Ning Huachen's eyes directly locked on Jin Hong and roared angrily.

"Too much deception......

"It's just in time, since he wants to work hard, then we'll play with him to the end. Those three old fellows have already arrived at the bottom of the cliff, as long as we hold Jin Hong for a moment, and when the three of them arrive, they will definitely be sure that they can strike together and kill this thief. Ning Huakong also smiled cruelly at this time, completely ignoring the pain of the broken left arm, holding a long sword, and rushed out first, facing Jin Hong.

"Okay, let's take action together, drag him down, and try to buy time for the three elders of the Thunder Emperor." Tong Lei, the leader of the Ghost Tao Gang, gave an order, and also led the disciples in the gang to rush out again and surround Jin Hong.

The leaders of the other factions also gave an order, leading their disciples to rush out, intending to make a desperate bet and fight again.

Jin Hong looked at Ning Huakong, who was rushing to the front again, shook his head and smiled sarcastically, and said, "Do you like to be a bird so much?" Okay, then I'll fulfill you, and let you have a long memory, if you don't have the ability, it's best not to be strong! Because this kind of person is often the first to die. ”

Jin Hongsen smiled, the sword blade turned, and the speed of the forward rush suddenly accelerated, and then in Ning Huakong's frightened gaze, a sword pierced the latter's right arm, and the giant sword slid and directly ripped off the latter's right arm.

"Ahh

The terrible screams echoed in the sky, Ning Huakong's arms were chopped off, his body took a few steps back, and fell to the ground, his bare upper body was drenched with blood, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he became an armless leader.

"If it weren't for the fact that you are Xin'er's uncle, I would never have kept my hand with a sword before."

Cutting off Ning Huakong's right arm, Jin Hong's face remained unchanged, and he rushed into the siege team composed of masters from various factions, waving the giant sword, the sword light flashed, and he opened the killing ring.

The terrible screams continued, and Jin Hong and the masters of various factions scuffled into a mess, and the stumps and broken bones continued to splash out, the flesh and blood were swayed, and the bones and intestines were exposed.

On the top of the Ten Thoughts Cliff, a tragic and bloody scene is being staged.

Jin Hong kills wildly with a sword, crisscrossing between the masters of various factions, with dexterous footwork, and the sword must drink blood. Anyone who deceived himself into entering Jin Hong's ten zhang was killed by Jin Hong without exception.

This kind of direct crushing fighting made the masters of all factions couldn't help but touch a cold sweat, and the fear in their hearts was so strong that they seemed to sense that the breath of death was getting closer and closer to them.

It's ...... It's a god of killing.

After a frenzied slaughter and slashing for a while, Jin Hong quickly took a jar of spirits from the side, poured it into his throat, and rushed into the strong lineup, while killing wildly, while chanting:

"Sleep on your knees with a pot, get drunk and kill a thief.

Sweat poured fresh stamen, splashed blood reflected the afterglow.

The sword shape is open-minded and obscure, and the fist thinks of destroying demons and ghosts.

What does the madness do? Debate right and wrong. ”

"Hahaha...... Come on! ”

A small poem blurted out, Jin Hong took a sip of spirits, smashed the wine jar in his hand to the ground, took a jar of spirits from the side, drank wildly, while drinking, the pace swept away, the killing in his hand did not stop for a moment, and the chanting in his mouth gradually became stronger:

"The sword is drunk, and the golden palm is lifted, and the momentum is gathered to reach the tiger and wolf.

The shadow of the wine chased Hao with the wind, and the blood killed the thief and returned to the intestines.

Bending to wrap his waist and elbows, flying knees and jumping swords to break the golden gun.

The wind of the fist destroys the nine dragons, and I am the emperor of the vertical and horizontal poetry and sword. ”

After chanting another small poem, Jin Hong seemed to sense something, his brows suddenly furrowed slightly, his expression changed, and he turned his head to look at the mountain road of Shisi Cliff.

At the same time, from the top of the mountain road, a loud voice suddenly erupted:

"Hahahaha...... Vertical and horizontal poetry sword, I am the emperor? What a poet...... What a breath! You are the emperor of poetry, I naturally admit this. But along the way of the sword, it has always been my Tianjian Sect that is the only one, what is your little poet? ”

A loud voice fell, and then Jin Hong saw that a black shadow flashed out from the mountain road, appearing next to Ning Huakong, the master of the Heavenly Sword Gate, on a young and handsome face, gloomy, and the cold gaze was tightly locked on Jin Hong.

"Ren Hui."

Looking at the young figure with a flat face, Jin Hong's heart suddenly had an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

Because the person who came was Ren Hui, the chief disciple of the Sword Sect today, and the personal disciple of the previous master of the Heavenly Sword Gate, Hong Tiancheng.

Of course, what Jin Hong really cares about is Ren Hui's other identity - Ning Yuxin's ...... Husband!

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