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In this regard, Wang Xianwu put on an attitude of "it's none of his business", and he led the disciples of the war palace and retreated to the side.

As for how Zheng Qingsong dealt with the situation in front of him, he neither intervened nor intervened.

To put it mildly, Wang Xianwu couldn't wait to eradicate all these martial kings and martial spirits under Zheng Qingsong.

In his eyes, in addition to Zheng Qingsong, the martial emperor, there is also a bit of use value. The rest of the people are waste snacks that are not valued. It's clean to die, but it's also worry-free. And without these minions getting in the way, Zheng Qingsong will also become easier to control.

Standing in Zheng Qingsong's position, of course, he was reluctant to destroy all the people he had accumulated over the years. But things have developed to the current situation, and if he can't give a clear attitude, it will be impossible to pass the test.

What to do?

Misfortune leads to the east, pointing all the spearheads at Wang Xianwu, and fighting with the disciples of the War Palace to break the net?

He couldn't, and he didn't dare.

Then you can only grieve these old subordinates who have followed Zheng Qingsong for many years.

As for people's hearts, they can only be left to fate.

……

Facing clenched fists one by one, a pair of expectant eyes. Zheng Qingsong took a deep breath, after all, he did not give the order to attack Wang Xianwu's side.

"What happened just now is all my fault, it was I who killed the killer without a clear investigation, causing the death of Brother Dongping to be unclear, and I am willing to take full responsibility for this matter."

Zheng Qingsong took all the blame on himself, but his brothers were unwilling, "Boss, I don't blame you for this." It's all to blame for the Wushuang War Palace, they were indiscriminate and took the lead in attacking. Whether it is the brothers who died in battle, or the death of Dongping's eldest brother, it should be counted on their heads. ”

"That's right, it should all be on their heads."

"Blood debt and blood payment!"

“……”

The voices of the crowd were getting higher and higher, and even the disciples of the Battle Palace who were in a loss were shouted by the other party, but Zheng Qingsong was still indifferent.

"Everyone be quiet, you can't blame the friends of the Wushuang War Palace for this matter, you can only blame the ill-intentioned Nine Poison Gate. It was because he instigated in the middle that the two of us fought.

Be calm, the Peerless War Palace is our friend, and the Nine Poison Gate is our enemy. If we continue to fight with our friends in the Peerless War Palace, it will be a trick to fall for the enemy. ”

Although what Zheng Qingsong said has a little truth, no matter how you listen to it, you feel that there is a trace of blood missing.

"Then our people will die in vain? Did Brother Dongping die in vain? It's obvious that they have fallen for the trick, so why should we bear the consequences? ”

"yes, why should we bear the consequences?!"

“……”

Zheng Qingsong wanted to calm things down, but Wang Xianwu at this time obviously didn't mean that.

"Elder Zheng, these subordinates of yours have a lot of grievances against us.

If that were the case, I wouldn't be able to accept them.

Make a choice.

Is it to rejoin the Musou War Palace?

Or with them, continue to live the life of lonely ghosts. ”

Wang Xianwu's words implicitly contain the meaning of persecution. Zheng Qingsong hesitated again and again, but in the end he selfishly protected his interests.

"Do it."

Hearing this, Wang Xianwu immediately asked rhetorically, "Let's do it?" It's better to clean up the portal yourself. ”

"You ......"

"Things have gotten to this point, and you don't have a choice."

Wang Xianwu's face was evil, and his smile was extremely mad.

Seeing that Zheng Qingsong's heart was full of regret, regret that he should not cooperate with this merciful and ruthless "incompetent" palace master. But as Wang Xianwu said, there is no choice.

"Okay, I'll do it myself!"

After saying that, Zheng Qingsong immediately flew up and kicked an unknown subordinate in front of him directly more than ten meters away.

Speaking of which, Zheng Qingsong can be regarded as a bit of a conscience.

Although he was making a big move on the surface, he actually started with a very measured and just right hand. In a short period of time, it attacked several people in a row, but the thunder was heavy and the rain was small, and it did not cause too serious damage.

And in the process of attacking, Zheng Qingsong kept squeezing his eyebrows, suggesting that his former subordinates should hurry up and flee for their lives.

It's a pity that Wang Xianwu, who has always been able to get by, suddenly became serious today, and he couldn't tolerate rubbing a grain of sand in his eyes.

"Elder Zheng was anxious for justice and righteousness, and annihilated dozens of evil bandits in one fell swoop. As the host of this place, we naturally have to make a small effort. Surround me here, and don't let anyone go! ”

Hearing the order, the disciples of the War Palace galloped for a while, and surrounded all of Zheng Qingsong's subordinates present.

"Zheng Qingsong, the time has come to destroy relatives in righteousness. Whether they die or you die together, hurry up and choose. ”

"You...... I ......"

Zheng Qingsong was silent for a long time, finally shook his head and sighed, and began to make a move.

Some of Zheng Qingsong's subordinates fled in a hurry, and some fought back to the death. But the vast majority of them all stood in place, silently waiting for death.

They didn't believe it, let alone believe that the eldest brother who had been with them for more than ten years would actually kill them.

In the meantime, there is also a kind of foolish loyalty that the king wants his ministers to die and the ministers have to die. Seeing the surrounding battle palace disciples, they were worried for a while. They thought that Zheng Qingsong was ruthless enough, but they didn't expect Wang Xianwu to be even more ruthless.

It was a one-sided massacre.

Zheng Qingsong killed corpses all over the field, and he also killed his own heart like a knife.

The heads are gone, and the war is gone.

At this time, Wang Hao, who was instructed by Sun Fan, rushed out of the entrance of the underground palace in a panic.

"Oh no, it's not good, it's dead......"

Wang Hao was wearing the clothes of a jailer, and his face was covered in blood. In addition, he held the corpse of the old scumbag warrior king, and used it to cover his face intentionally or unintentionally. So everyone present failed to understand his true identity.

Zheng Qingsong had already slaughtered all his subordinates, and he didn't care about killing this last one.

So as soon as Wang Hao appeared, he rushed over with two blood-stained fists.

Wang Hao was not stupid at all, as soon as he saw Zheng Qingsong killing him, he immediately threw the corpse in his arms far away, and shouted with a crying voice, "Boss, you want to avenge our brother, he was killed by the people of the Nine Poison Gate." ”

When Wang Hao said this, he couldn't stand scrutiny.

He pretended to be just an ordinary jailer, and the dead old scum was a martial king, and the identities of the two were not equal, so how could they be called brothers. It should be called by position, or seniority, rather than a general "our brother".

It's just that even if Wang Hao's words are ten times more obvious, they can't withstand the impact of the three words "Nine Poison Gate" on Zheng Qingsong.

Zheng Qingsong originally came out of the fist style, but the three words "Nine Poison Gate" made him take his fist back hard.

Catch the corpse and slowly fall to the ground.

His eyes stared at two poisoned arrows, one through the brain and the other through the heart.

Bright and green, the words "nine poisons" are clearly visible, which is so shocking.

It was difficult to control his feelings, Zheng Qingsong looked up to the sky and roared, "Nine Poison Gate, why is it Nine Poison Gate again?!" Lao Tzu and you swear that you will not ......."

The sonic boom was in the air, but it stopped abruptly.

The reason is very simple, because at this time, Sun Fan, who was lurking in the furnace of heaven and earth, made a move.

No.

To be precise, it was the old immortal who shot.

The old immortal wore a mask and a black robe, and suddenly appeared behind Zheng Qingsong. And in an instant, a poisoned arrow pierced him in the back of the heart.

Zhenyuan vomited wildly, and the flames were raging, instantly invading Zheng Qingsong's body.

Meridians, dantian, five internal organs, six internal organs......

Before Zheng Qingsong could understand what had happened. The little bit of crumbs in his stomach was all shattered by the bombardment under the series of all-out explosions of the old immortal.

Vitality is fading, and there is no possibility of survival.

But Zheng Qingsong still refused to breathe, and said even more bitterly, "What the hell am I with you...... Nine Poison Gate, what is the deep ...... Hatred? Not only do you ...... If you want to kill me, you will have ...... Destroy me...... Brother Ten. ”

Zheng Qingsong has done all the bad things in his life, and he has been mentally prepared for such an end. But if he doesn't know where the cause of today's evil is planted. Even if he died, he would never be able to close his eyes.

According to Sun Fan's meaning, for people like Zheng Qingsong, he should be allowed to die blindly. But Mu Feng, who was in the furnace of heaven and earth, insisted on saying this last sentence to him.

Sun Fan thought that Mu Feng scolded Zheng Qingsong, but this was not the case.

"My apprentice, do you know what's wrong?"

Mu Feng's voice was very small, and only Zheng Qingsong, Sun Fan, and Lao Immortal could hear it.

"Master, you ...... Get out of trouble, in vain...... The Last Heart...... That's it. Follower...... Child...... The wrong way. ”

"It's good to know it's wrong. Let's hit the road and be a good man in the next life. ”

As soon as Mu Feng's words fell, Zheng Qingsong completely choked his breath.

The corners of his mouth are slightly raised, and there is clearly a hint of a smile, which looks very peaceful.

No one thought that Zheng Qingsong, who was not going to die well, would be able to smile at Jiuquan in the end.

Mu Feng's life was ruined at the hands of Zheng Qingsong. But in the end, he repaid his grievances with virtue and forgave him. This is the heart, and it is also the heavy love.

In the words that Mu Feng has often said over the years, "If you don't teach strictly, the teacher will be wrong." ”

……

Zheng Qingsong died.

The old immortal gently placed his body on the ground. Then with a slap of his hand, the flames rise.

"Old Immortal, give me back control of your body, and let me control your power."

"Sun Fan, don't come nonsense. With your realm, it's ...... at all."

"Don't say it, I've made up my mind. If the teaching is not strict, the teacher is wrong. I'm going to discipline Senior Brother for Master today! ”

"Hey, okay."

……

After a violent energy fluctuation, Sun Fan slowly raised his head.

The eyes are facing each other.

That feeling that was both familiar and unfamiliar made Wang Xianwu subconsciously take a step back.

"You are ......"...