In the dark night, under the light of the faint street lights, Tu Shen stood at the gate of the Murong family like a god and Buddha, and felt that several figures were approaching in front of him, so he let out a broken drink, one was to stop the other party, and the other was to warn Zhao Zilong and the people of the Murong family in the courtyard behind him.

In the sharp sound of breaking the air, a terrifying sword aura swept across the air.

Tu Shen's complexion changed, his arms were crossed in front of him, and a pale golden light radiated from his body, which was the body protection qi produced after the cultivation of the Buddhist Sect's body protection divine skill to a certain level.

"Poof!"

The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and it slashed fiercely at the Gang Qi in front of the Slaughter God, and the protective body Gang Qi instantly collapsed, and the arms of the Slaughter God crossed in front of him suddenly flowed like blood, and a severe pain that was cut through the flesh passed through the central nervous system to the brain.

It's a long story, but in fact, the scene happened very quickly, as the sword qi broke through, the body of the God Butcher was split out, and his tall and burly body directly knocked over the courtyard wall behind him, and his body retreated four or five meters away, and his feet barely touched the ground and fixed his body.

"Poof!"

The sword qi invaded the body, and a feminine and fierce aura penetrated into the body, and the slaughter god spurted blood on the spot, showing a stubborn and persistent look on his face, and as soon as he broke off his mouth, he saw the green tendons on his right hand and arm burst out, and there seemed to be a worm moving wildly in the tendons, and he came to the palm of his hand in an instant.

"Poof!"

A bloody sword flew out of his palm, and a small hole was smashed into the cement slab on the ground, and God Tu actually forced the sword qi that had penetrated into his body out of his body with the domineering true qi in his body.

Whoosh......

The sound of breaking the air came one after another, and I saw eight black figures rushing into the Murong family's compound in the dark night, and they all jumped into the courtyard from outside the courtyard wall.

These eight people were all in black robes, with white skull marks embroidered on their shoulders, and God Tu had seen this kind of mark in the Tang Sect, so he could identify it at a glance, and knowing who it was, he couldn't help but gasp.

These people from the small world actually rushed into the capital, and seeing that this shape shì wanted to destroy the Murong family, are they crazy, this is simply a blatant confrontation with the entire country!

"Kill! Not a single one is left. ”

The eight figures jumped into the courtyard, and glanced at the God Butcher with their eyes, although they were a little surprised, but they didn't put this tall man in their eyes too much, one of them gave an order, and the sword rushed towards the God Butcher, and the powerful aura released from the whole body made the God Butcher secretly frightened.

This person is definitely a strong man of Xiong Wuji's level.

The God of Slaughter erupted with unprecedented battle intent all over his body, and his high-pitched and furious momentum drove his tall and burly body directly towards the man in black who rushed towards him.

"Look for death!"

A flash of disdain flashed in the eyes of the man in black, although he was a little surprised and surprised to think that God Butcher had resisted his sword before but not die, but he still didn't put God Butcher in his eyes. Seeing this person snort coldly, the blade of the sword turned, turning into a sword shadow in the sky and enveloping the tall body of the God of Slaughter.

The God Butcher slammed headlong into the sword net without fear.

The sword shadows in the sky stopped dumbfounded, and only the sound of four or five sword blades cutting through flesh was heard.

"Bastard!"

The man in black let out a frightened and angry roar, and the next moment, a dull impact sound was heard, and he saw that the man in black and the God Butcher both shook back, I don't know if it was because the God Butcher's body was too big or something else, the God Butcher just took a step backwards, covering his chest with one hand, and blood dripped down from his chest and fingers.

The man in black had a pale face, and although the whole person did not have any external injuries, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, not only that, but the hand holding the long sword was also trembling violently.

It turned out that just when the man in black wanted to smash the God Butcher, the God Butcher fearlessly rushed into his sword net, and withstood the opponent's three swords with his strong Golden Bell Jar Kung Fu and his fighting style that was not afraid of death.

Of course, it's easy to say, but in fact, it's hard to do this, if you don't have a strong enough cultivation realm, even if you want to use a savage style like God Butcher to crack the opponent's sword moves, it's impossible.

This qiē can only show that the God Butcher is extraordinary, and even cultivators who have reached the realm of the Eighteen Jailers of the Nether Capital must pay a heavy price if they want to despise him.

The other seven black-clothed people who rushed from the courtyard to the courtyard of Murong's house and wanted to commit murder had already crossed the God of Slaughter and came to the outside of the room, and at this moment, the two people who rushed to the center suddenly had an alarm in their hearts, and they heard a loud noise, and the door of the room broke open in a flash, and a figure rushed out of it.

The two Nether Emissaries from the Nether Capital hurriedly drew their swords, but it was still too late.

The man who burst out of the room was so fast!

Two fists slammed into the chests of the two of them, the wind was raging, and the domineering fists burst out from the front of them, and before the fists could smash on the two Nether Emissaries, the two of them took a violent impact, and hurriedly greeted each other.

"Bang Bang ......"

In the midst of the two loud bangs, the two of them let out a muffled snort at the same time, and they both flew upside down in shock, spitting blood from their mouths.

The person who rushed out of the room was naturally Zhao Zilong, and after he repelled the two with both fists, his figure who rushed out of the room was also shocked back by the terrifying anti-shock force.

After all, those two people are netherworld messengers from the Netherworld, Zhao Zilong is naturally not afraid of Netherworld messengers in his heyday, but he was already injured in Tangjiashanmen yesterday, and rushed to the capital non-stop, although he secretly recuperated from his injuries halfway, how can he recover in a short time?

At this moment, he competed with the two Netherenvoys for a move of the Inner Family's True Yuan, although the true qi in his body was domineering and fierce, but in the injured state, he was one enemy and two enemies, injured one thousand, and injured eight hundred, and he also suffered a huge backlash.

Forcibly suppressing the surging blood qi in his body, Zhao Zilong glanced at the outside of the field, and saw that God Tu had suffered a heavy blow, and even four or five meters of black-clothed people rushed around the courtyard with swords, and those who rushed out of the Murong family after hearing the movement, regardless of whether they were old or young, men and women, were pierced through the chest by the long sword once they appeared, and no one was spared.

"Bastard! Stop me! At this time, Murong Mohe's roar came from beside him.

Murong Mohe rushed out with Zhao Zilong, but he was not as fast as Zhao Zilong, and when he saw the scene in the field, he was immediately shocked, and in anger, he didn't care how strong the enemy was, and rushed out directly.

Several teenagers and women who had no power to resist were cut through their chests by long swords, blood splashed on the spot, and after the four or five black figures rushed into the Murong family's compound, they were simply killed when they saw someone, and they couldn't tolerate a single living mouth.

He Zhao Zilong has killed countless people over the years, and even shot countless people on the battlefield, it can be said that the number of people he killed has been no less than four figures, and they are all killed when they meet on a narrow road, either you die or I die. But even so, Zhao Zilong sometimes has nightmares, and he feels that his hands are covered with blood, and he will feel guilty and uncomfortable.

However, now, looking at these black-clothed people like cold-blooded weapons, they kill people when they see them, and they don't even let go of the innocent old and weak, and he suddenly thinks of the Zhao family who was destroyed.

Although the Zhao family swept him out, it was his own family after all, and the Zhao family was wiped out in one night, and none of the old and young women and children were spared.

Now, it seems that the Murong family is about to stage the tragedy of the Zhao family.

An unprecedented resentment rushed to his heart from the depths of his soul, Zhao Zilong's eyes were instantly blood-red, his hands were already seriously injured, and many openings were broken, but at this moment, he roared angrily, quickly put on the pair of silver gloves, and the green mang flashed, and the green knife was already pinched in his hand.

"Holy shit, Lao Tzu killed you all!" Zhao Zilong was completely angry, this anger was unprecedented, he was like a crazy lion, rushing out from behind the God Butcher with a green knife, and slashed at the strong man among the eighteen jailers who had fought with the God Butcher.

Although the eighteen jailers are ranked, they are actually no different from the realm of cultivation, and the man in black in front of him is one of them, this person's cultivation realm is on par with Xiong Wuji, but there is no Xiong Wuji's earth demon sword swordsmanship.

He underestimated the God Butcher before, but the God Butcher broke the swordsmanship with a desperate and brutal play, and was injured, and was about to attack the God Butcher, but saw a person rush out behind the God Butcher, and a dazzling cyan light slashed down.

The jailer was furious. Since he came to the outside world, he has never met an opponent, and he doesn't want to be hit hard by the God Slaughter today, but now seeing that Zhao Zilong dared to stab him like this, he immediately moved the real fire, and slashed out with a sword, which was bound to kill this young man who didn't know the height of the sky.

The wind was fierce, and Zhao Zilong fell from the sky with a green knife, slashing at the jailer, unstoppable.

A sword aura rushed into the sky, and the jailer was also bent on killing Zhao Zilong and God Tu Liwei, releasing all the realm power and slashing with a sword.

"Clank!"

The swords slammed into each other with a crisp sound.

In the splash of sparks, the sword qi swirling around the long sword instantly disintegrated, and a crack appeared where the sword body and the blade were bitten together.

The knife qi instantly filled the crack, and the crack became bigger and bigger.

"Click!"

The crisp cracking sound rang out, and the jailer's heart was horrified, and he suddenly felt a light in his hand.

"Poof!"

Blood flew, and with a jump, his arm was cut off from his shoulder like a short knife like cutting tofu, and his arm was still combined with the broken sword, and he flew into the air.

"Ahh

A scream of pain erupted from the jailer's mouth, and this person really knew it, after suffering such a heavy blow, he actually smashed Zhao Zilong with his left palm in the cry of pain.

"Bang!"

Zhao Zilong ate the other party's palm on the shoulder of his right arm, although he had a domineering true qi to protect his body, but when he heard a click, his entire arm instantly lost consciousness.

"Die!"

Under the great pain, Zhao Zilong's eyes were red, the green knife was separated from his right hand but was caught by his left hand, and his left arm swept over with a knife, and he heard a pop sound, and a huge blood-colored cut appeared obliquely on the upper body of the jailer.

"Poof!"

Blood suddenly spurted out from all around the jailer's upper body, and this person was immediately split into two, and was actually cut into two pieces by Zhao Zilong's backhand.

Just when Zhao Zilong was fighting to the death with the jailer master, Murong Mohe angrily rushed to the courtyard, and one of the Nether Emissaries was the first to target him, and the two sides fought less than three moves, and the Netherhand Emissary who had reached the innate realm broke Murong Mohe's chest with a sword.

Blood splattered, and Murong Mohe let out a scream at the same time as the jailer, and his body flew backwards.

Blood gushed out of his chest, and his intestines and internal organs also turned out of the huge wound, Murong Mohe was actually opened by someone with a sword, and the wound on his chest and stomach was really terrifying!

"Father-in-law!" Zhao Zilong fell to the ground, forcibly endured the pain in his right arm, turned back to Murong Mohe's side with blood on his face, and screamed miserably.