Gong Shaoxin: "This sect leader has already let the Blood Killing Hall give an order, which can be regarded as a test for the Blood Killing Hall Master, I hope he will not let this seat down." The four major killers of the Blood Killing Hall, I transferred them back to defend the main altar. Lately, I've had a bad feeling that the Berserkers already know where our headquarters are."

Lao Mo: "How is this possible? The general altar is so secretive, it has been safe and sound for many years, as long as the sect leader does not reveal his identity, Lao Mo can guarantee that nothing will happen." ”

Gong Shaoxin: "In this world, who else reassures me more than you, but I'm worried that the Blood Killing Hall Master has also betrayed." Bi Santai, the leader of the Berserk Gang, is not an unwise person, for so many years, he has competed with this seat, and no one can help anyone. ”

Lao Mo: "This ...... The Blood Killing Hall Master has been following you for twenty years, so don't be suspicious of him. Lao Mo felt wrong as soon as he spoke, but he couldn't change his habits over the years.

Fortunately, Gong Shaoxin really trusted him, as if he didn't notice Lao Mo's questioning, he just said lightly: "There is nothing impossible, Baiyitang has also followed this seat for more than ten years, isn't it also betrayed?

Lao Mo: "The master of the hall in white clothes, Lao Mo is going to kill him with his own hands" After speaking, he raised his thin black hand, his gloomy eyes, and the cold light flashed.

Gong Shaoxin smiled: "I'll talk about it later......"

Lao Mo: "Then isn't the sect leader worried that these four people have also betrayed?"

Gong Shaoxin: "They dare? The 'Soul Hanging Curse' of the four of them is under my own hands, without my secret technique, no one can solve it, as long as I don't die, their fate will always be in my hands." ”

Lao Mo: "The sect leader actually said so, Lao Mo was relieved."

On the other hand, the Berserker Gang carried out a comprehensive cleanup of the strongholds of the Bloody Clothes Sect in the three major cities, and Bi Santai, the leader of the Berserk Gang, is fifty this year, in the prime of life, with no children under his knees, only two daughters, and he often laments that he has no children to inherit his father's business.

Bi Santai is a typical heroic figure, who has been fighting with the Bloody Clothes Sect for nearly ten years, but he is unable to expand his territory, just because the Bloody Clothes Sect has been hindered and has internal friction. Now, the balance has been broken, and the Bloody Clothes Cult has suffered countless casualties, and it is finally time to finish the battle.

Bi Santai: "Gather up the manpower in an all-round way and set off to Shaobaozhuang, whoever cuts off the head of the leader of the Bloody Clothes Sect will be the deputy gang leader." The dozen or so hall masters and deputy hall masters under his command were all excited, and they all sharpened their knives.

Just when the battle between the Berserker Gang and the Bloody Cloth Sect was in full swing, another group of mysterious people was gathering, the most striking thing was that a white-clothed Confucian and another tall burly man were the leader, the momentum of the two of them was terrifying, and in this marginal place, they were really terrifying masters.

The white-clothed Confucian looked forty miles away, his face was white, and he looked quite elegant with a landscape painting fan in his hand, but the breath on his body was churning, completely destroying his image. The tall man was nearly seven feet tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and his whole body was full of explosive power, and he wore a broad-backed broadsword on his back, shining in the moonlight, and was full of murderous energy.

"Si Zhong, those people in the Furious War Gang are okay, right?" said the white-clothed Confucian scholar

The burly man Si Zhong: "No problem, at present, half of the hall master-level personnel have secretly defected to us, as long as the Blood Clothes Sect is destroyed first, I have set up an ambush on the way back and killed the rest of the Furious War Gang together."

The white-clothed Confucian "Very good, Gong Shaoxin and Bi Santai don't let them run away, things must be in their hands; these two are the head snakes of this marginal place, once they hide, it will be difficult for us to find them again."

Si Zhong: "Don't worry, I will take action in person, if Gong Shaoxin can escape, I will wait for him in the mountain behind Shaobaozhuang, the sword has not seen blood for a long time."

The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind, who would have thought that the real black hand has reached out to these two gangs, and the target is the mysterious thing in the hands of the two.

In the inner hall of Shaobaozhuang, Gong Shaoxin sat down, with a pair of sharp eyes, looking coldly at the four people in the hall. The Blood Clothes Sect has spent a lot of money to cultivate the four most outstanding killers, and their code names are: Feng, Red Embroidery, White Clothes, and Flute, which is Gong Shaoxin's trump card.

"Very good, the four of you get together, and in the future, you only need to listen to the instructions of the deity, and the deity will kill whoever the deity asks you to kill."

The woman in red is the 'red embroidery' among the four killers, and she is also the initiator of this assassination operation, and she sneered when she heard Gong Shaoxin's words.

"Your Excellency claims to be the leader of the Bloody Cloth Sect, I don't know if you have any credentials?" The four major killers were called, so they naturally had to check their identities.

Over the years, in order to hide Gong Shaoxin's identity, all assassination missions have been presided over by the Blood Killing Hall, and Hongxiu's words are reasonable.

Gong Shaoxin snorted coldly: "Credentials, then ...... as you wish."

I saw his hands close slightly, and a translucent crystal bowl appeared, with four drops of blood constantly beating inside.

I saw that Gong Shaoxin pinched a strange trick, and the crystal bowl became red, but after a few breaths, the faces of the four people under the seat changed greatly, and terrifying bloody tendons appeared on their faces one by one, as if they were about to explode, and the four of them screamed in unison.

'Wind' held his head, lowered his face, and the murderous intent in his eyes flashed, and sure enough, this person had finally found him, and the mastermind behind their control.

Back then, that terrifying masked man turned out to be really the owner of Shaobaozhuang, and the identity behind it was the leader of the Bloody Clothes Sect. Now, the real body has surfaced, and the 'wind' unconsciously held the hilt of the sword, and he must kill him, so many years of forbearance, it depends on today.

At this time, the killer 'Baiyi' groaned, "Okay, we believe that you are." ”

Gong Shaoxin smiled smugly: "This 'soul twisting spell' is set by the deity himself, as long as the deity is here, the four of you had better learn to be smarter, otherwise there will be a dilemma of life and death!"

No one knows better than him the horror of the 'Soul Hanging Curse', which is also the foundation of his Blood Clothes Sect, all killers are controlled by the 'Soul Hanging Curse'. Gong Shaoxin regretted a little, those hall masters who fought the world with him back then, just because of the benevolence of a thought, did not cast this spell on them, otherwise, there would not be today's passive situation.

'Red Embroidery' looked like he was resigned to his fate, and said respectfully: "The sect leader urgently summoned the four of me to come, I don't know what to say?"

Gong Shaoxin nodded with satisfaction, the actions of the four of them were expected by him, and he also wanted to give the four of them a dismount, so as not to be unrestrained in the future.

"Yes, the deity likes to talk to wise people, and as long as you are always loyal to the deity, the deity will treat you differently, and his status can even be higher than that of the hall master. I think you already know that at present, the churches of this sect are being wiped out by the Berserk Gang, and the deity has decided to avoid its edge for the time being, and the four of you will come with me. ”

When Gong Shaoxin turned around, 'Red Embroidery' glanced at the other three, and the four of them suddenly burst out. The parting hook of the 'red embroidery', the sharp flute of the 'flute', the rainstorm plum blossom needle of the 'white clothes', and the sword of the 'wind' are as fast as lightning, and they go straight to Gong Shaoxin's upper, middle and lower three ways.

At the critical juncture, Gong Shaoxin, who was born as a hero, sensed that his momentum suddenly skyrocketed, and his green clothes "snapped", and his innate blood skills were mentioned to the limit, and his body was like a spiral.

The power of the innate magic skill, the rainstorm plum blossom needle that shook the body closely, Gong Shaoxin slapped the parting hook with one hand, and slapped the sword with the other, and at the same time, the parting hook just blocked the sharp flute, and with a kick of his right foot, he retreated back as fast as a meteor.

However, the 'white-clothed' rainstorm plum blossom needle once again turned into countless cold lights and shot at him; when the 'red embroidery' saw that the sneak attack was futile, he shook his hand, and a parting hook came out of his hand.

They were fast, the sword of the 'wind' was faster, and their body was like the wind, like a white light, directly slashing towards Gong Shaoxin's throat.

Gong Shaoxin was helpless, one hand slapped the parting hook, and the other hand grabbed the tip of the sword, however, the sword body turned into a thorn in the air, and let out a piercing scream.

I saw that the hand of the 'wind' kept shaking, and with the power of shock, it forcibly broke through the protective true qi of the innate blood skill.

Gong Shaoxin couldn't help but let out a strange scream, the whole person flew upside down in the air, spewing out a blood mist in the sky, and the four of them couldn't help but be overjoyed when they saw that their innate magic skills were broken, and they were preparing to hunt down Gong Shaoxin.

Suddenly, a black withered hand appeared in the air, shaking the long sword back at once, and at the same time, the other hand directly grabbed the flute, and kicked the parting hook in the air.

Lao Mo suddenly appeared, his face full of anger and murderous aura, and he looked at the four of them.

Gong Shaoxin stood up with a pale face, he never thought that after seeing the 'Soul Hanging Spell', these four people would dare to rebel. Originally, Ma Wei was written down to deter the four people, but now it seems that things have backfired, and the four of them may have already made up their minds to get out of control. His Yin Owl eyes, full of murderous aura, stared coldly at the four of them:

"Good...... Very good, I can't imagine that even the four of you have betrayed the deity, and today the deity will make you worse than dead."

The faces of the four changed greatly, and 'Red Embroidery' hurriedly said: "Can't let him cast the 'Soul Hanging Spell', kill!"

The parting hook of the 'red embroidery' came out again, and the 'white clothes' flicked the rainstorm plum blossom needle with his left hand, and suddenly a soft sword appeared in his right hand, which took the old man directly. The sword of the 'wind' was faster, and his body flickered strangely, and he staggered past Lao Mo before and attacked Gong Shaoxin's throat.

Gong Shaoxin was furious, "Okay, you deserve to be the number one killer, your body is so exquisite, but you think that with your cultivation at the peak of the day after tomorrow, you can kill my innate mastery, it's really beyond your strength."

The difference between congenital and acquired is like a moat, not to mention that he is the peak cultivation of the late congenital stage, if it is changed before, he can be slapped to death with one palm.

'Wind' doesn't speak, a sword is faster than a sword, but every sword is finally forced back by the innate blood demon skill, Gong Shaoxin saw the opportunity, and a pair of bloody hands pressed step by step, but 'wind' always dodged with indescribable footwork.

On the other side, Lao Mo fought three people alone, although he attacked less and defended more, but he defended tightly, and never fell into the disadvantage, he glanced at Gong Shaoxin, and saw that Gong Shaoxin had the upper hand, and couldn't help but gradually feel at ease. Seeing that the 'wind' was retreating, the three of them couldn't help but be in a hurry, and the offensive became more and more fierce.

Suddenly, several screams pierced the night sky, Gong Shaoxin frowned, and said, "It's not good, the Berserker Gang has already attacked the main altar, and those dead guards are in danger."

Gong Shaoxin saw that he couldn't kill the 'wind' for a while, so he couldn't help gritting his teeth and said: "If it weren't for the fact that the deity was injured in front of him, and he was conspired by you and others, he couldn't exert one or two percent of his strength, and he would have skinned and torn off the bones of the four of you."

Originally, the injury had just healed for two or three minutes, and the sneak attack of the four broke his innate magic skills, and the injury broke out, but it was aggravated again.

'Wind' raised his sword horizontally and said: "Today is either you die or I die, if your skills are only here, next year and today will be your sacrifice day."

Gong Shaoxin laughed angrily: "Hmph, boast ......" Even if he only has one or two percent of his strength, he is so strong that he has no backhand power to chase and kill the 'wind', and he even dares to speak wildly.

Suddenly, the momentum of the 'wind' changed, the long sword shook, and the right foot kicked, and this sword was three points faster than the original.