Shout!

A figure in green clothes swept through the air, Jiang Man's face was cold, he no longer talked nonsense, and quickly threw himself towards the drunken yin dream.

With a bang, the moment Xuan Qingqi just smashed into the drunken yin dream, a cold bloody aura came out of it, and under the oppression of this force, the drunken yin dream's body swayed for a while, and he couldn't stop retreating backwards.

"Hmph, let you see the Zhu Rong clan's secret technique!"

Jiang Man saw that Drunken Yin Meng was no longer confronting him head-on, and directly held the pen in his hand, and attacked her with the bronze fire tripod at great speed.

Bang!

Jiang Man held the pen in his hand and pointed it towards the center of his eyebrows, and a blood-colored life essence was filled with it, and the pen was shining, and strange runes lingered in mid-air, condensing into flames and fire dragons, devouring all things.

Xu is drunken dream was injured a lot by Zuo Lang, and the fire dragon that sprang out of the pen actually devoured her Ding wine furnace at once.

Hiss, the fire dragon devoured the soul, sweeping down her throat, as if to break her blood and seal her throat.

Ticking, Drunken Yin Meng's face was shocked, and before she could retreat from the Ding Furnace, she saw a stream of red blood running down her hair, spraying between Bai Zhe's slender green neck.

In front of Drunken Yin Meng, a cyan ruler, glowing with fire talisman essence, was straight into her eyes.

Just as her eyes were about to be blinded, a sword-clad figure suddenly volleyed into the air, pushing away the drunken dream.

"Sixth sister..."The figure smiled wantonly, and before the words in his mouth were finished, the cyan ruler had already penetrated his chest, and the blood on the neck of the drunken Yin Mengqing was emitted from him.

"Third Senior Brother, Third Division..."

Drunken Yin Meng stared blankly at the figure of the sword coat in front of him, a pair of slightly drunk deep water eyes crouched into a ball of red pear blossoms, and he was incoherent in shock.

She never thought that at such a critical juncture, Liu Chuanmu, the wind-chasing sword in her sleeve, who was already seriously injured, would actually stand in front of her.

"Hmph, the wind chasing sword in your sleeve, I'll make you a sleeveless king, see how you fly?"

Jiang Man snorted coldly, held the ruler in his hand, and slashed hard at Liu Chuanmu's chest, blood spilled, and the entire right arm holding the sword was chopped off at once.

"Third Senior Brother..."

Drunk Yin Meng was anxious in her heart, and when she stretched out her right hand to push Liu Chuanmu, she just jumped into the air, her eyes were red, and she looked at Liu Chuanmu, and instantly cried into a tearful person.

Zizizizi!

The ruler was raised and lowered, and Yanagamu's waist was dented, and a cyan fire shadow followed his waist and attacked his left leg.

I saw a blood-colored halo floating in mid-air, and a left foot was like a broken branch, fluttering in the wind.

"Haha! I told you a long time ago, don't stop me, now, I want to see how the sword without hands and feet can raise its sleeves and chase the wind?"

Jiang Man looked at Liu Chuanmu's broken arms and legs, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a trace of cold killing intent.

"Hahaha, I heard that there was a god in ancient times, who carried a crutch and had mana to the sky, and people called him Tie Guan Li!" Liu Chuanmu laughed wildly, and a sunny smile appeared on his bleak face: "My surname is Li, and I don't have sleeves and legs, so I'll be on crutches, maybe one day I will be mixed with Tie Guan Li!"

Liu Chuanmu's body was vague, supporting his remnant body, like a goshawk with broken wings, still protecting in front of Drunken Yin Meng, motionless.

His words were slightly cold, which made Jiang Man furious.

"Then I'll give you no chance to even use crutches!"

Jiang Man's figure was cold, and the ruler in his hand slipped directly against Liu Chuanmu's chest, holding the ruler with both hands, and stabbed more than three feet.

Click!

The ruler pierced through the chest, and the sound of bones shattering could be faintly heard.

At this time, Jiang Man was decisive and ruthless, his posture was elegant, and the moment he pulled out the Xuanqi, he had already fled from mid-air to the Taiyin Holy Sword under the altar.

----

Drunken Yin Meng's face was pale, staring blankly at the blood shadow in front of him, with tears in his eyes, seeing Liu Chuanmu falling in front of him, her figure trembled for a long time, and she didn't dare to move lightly.

"Third Senior Brother... You hold back..."

Drunken Yin Meng's hands and feet trembled, her hands holding the remnant sword body were stained with blood dew, she shook Liu Chuanmu desperately, her lips turned white, and she became an ant on a hot pot.

"Sixth sister, in this world, except for you, no one is worthy of the Taiyin Holy Sword!"

Liu Chuanmu smiled faintly: "Sixth sister, I... Actually, I..."

However, the flesh-and-blood sword-clad figure looked at her, lips squirmed, and wanted to say something more to her, but it never spoke.

I could only smile at her faintly, and the smile gradually sank until it solidified.

Chasing the wind sword in his sleeve, dead?

Drunken Yin Meng hugged Liu Chuanmu's hands, closed them tightly, and they didn't fall for a long time, and the Taiyin Holy Sword in mid-air seemed to be less precious at this moment.

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"Hmph, it's you who have to bleed and stop me from wishing the Rong clan death!"

Jiang Man looked at the drunken yin dream and snorted coldly, if she hadn't insisted on blocking it, how could she have killed people with a ruler.

The night was very thick, Jiang Man's eyes were full of killing intent, he picked up the Taiyin Sword on the ground, and looked at everyone coldly, if anyone dared to step forward, she would definitely kill the killer.

Whew!

Just when Jiang Man was proud, a purple stegosaurus burst out from the ground, Zuo Lang held the paintbrush and shot at her without hesitation.

Behind the stegosaurus, a wordless book exuded the power of purple mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, with cold lines of faint light, and a monstrous wave of the sea churned in it, striking the world and the world.

"Zuolang?"

A mountain and a mountain high, Jiang Man's brows furrowed slightly, he didn't expect Zuo Lang to make a move, under the pressure of the mountains and seas of Tianhe, her hands holding the sword were bent, and the green fingers all over the charm were loosened for a while.

That day, there was an unusually cold water light in the book, full of meaning, and her keen sixth sense told Jiang Man that if she didn't let go, her whole arm would be reduced to river mud.

Snort!

At the moment when Jiang Man let go, a purple light flashed, and the Taiyin Holy Sword suddenly appeared in Zuo Lang's hand.

"Zuo Lang, can you do business without being trustworthy?"

Jiang Man snorted coldly, and Zuo Lang openly snatched the Taiyin Holy Sword with her, obviously making enemies of the Zhu Rong clan.

"I'm not a businessman, but in business, I have a merchant friend who once told me that the shrewdest businessman is good at selling other people's goods to others!"

Zuo Lang's eyes were like cold electricity, and he sneered at Jiang Man's words: "The most important thing in doing business is a profit, and a business without capital is the most difficult to do." ”

To do business, there must always be a buyer and a seller?

Zuo Lang was originally just a buyer, buying goods in the hands of Wu Zixu, buying the lives of the Yin and Yang Twins, in exchange for the entire pulse chess of the Rong clan.

But buyers always suffer losses, and if they want to profit from it, they have to act as sellers.

Taking other people's goods and selling them to others is called making no profit.

"Zuo Lang, I can tell you, people who don't know how to do business, don't easily cut off other people's roots and destroy other people's wax!"

Jiang Man's face sank like water, looking at Zuo Lang, Keyi pointed to the Taiyin Holy Sword, which was meaningful.

"Just because he can't do business doesn't mean I can't!"

With a sigh, the right ear held the dice Gu in his hand, and the coffin of the double corpse fell into Zuo Lang's side, spread his hands, and said: "Our Right Clan Chamber of Commerce has stood proudly in the South Barbarian for a thousand years, and has found a way to business, that is, as long as there is a treasure in his hand, the seller has an absolute advantage!"

Hearing the words of the right ear, Zuo Lang cooperatively raised the Taiyin Holy Sword in his hand, indicating that they had an absolute advantage.

At this moment, Zuo Lang is a seller with a treasure in his hand, and he wants to play a businessman's trick without profit.

"Are you sure you want to turn our agreement into a deal?"

Jiang Man's face was slightly cold, and he looked at Zuo Lang with a final effort.

"It's the deal you talked about first!" Zuo Lang said coldly, and the meaning was obvious.

Jiang Man already knew Zuo Lang's choice, and didn't say anything, just blinking his eyes and thinking coldly.

Just when Jiang Man and Zuo Lang were confronting each other, the Heavenly Sword Princes had already reacted, and the Wind Chasing Sword in his sleeve had been killed by Jiang Man.

Boom!

The four sword tripods, flashing with spiritual light, the figures of the four sword clothes stepped into the air, and they held cyan giant swords in their hands, quickly besieging Jiang Man.

Among the four sword shadows, a fiery red figure took the lead in stepping out, he held a brilliant red flame sword, and his triangular eyes were full of angry killing intent.

"You... You Zhu Rong's people are not trustworthy! You said that you would not kill any of the swordsmen!"

Yan Gehuo's body was furious, his cyan eyes were cold, and the matter of the seventh son taking the Holy Sword Saint Pagoda down the Tianshan Mountain was revealed by him to Wu Zixu.

It's just that Wu Zixu once promised him that he would only take the sword and not kill anyone!

"Hahaha, you are still one of the seven sons of Tianzong, it's really stupid, it's not a business between us, but you owe us, do you know?"

Jiang Man laughed wildly, feeling that Yan Gehuo was as stupid as a pig, and he didn't define his position at all.

"You..."Yan Gehuo was choked speechless.

The words startled a thousand waves, and when all the swordsmen heard that Yan Gehuo really colluded with Zhu Rong's people, their faces changed, and they glared angrily.

"Fourth brother, okay you, I didn't expect you to really collude with the people of the Zhu Rong clan!" Yan Shangjin snorted coldly, the blood soul sword in his hand pressed against Yan Gehuo's throat, and he hated iron into steel: "Say, what benefits did the people of the Zhu Rong clan give you?"

The Blood Soul Sword was sharpened, and it was necessary to see blood, Yan Shangjin's sword was a little crooked, and it kept against his throat, and his hands trembled, as if he wanted to scrape Yan Ge Huosheng alive.

Feeling the killing intent of the blood soul, Yan Gehuo suddenly collapsed to the ground in fright, and his voice trembled: "Senior brother, I was wrong, I fell into a demon when the second transformation of my primordial spirit, and the nightmare of the fire ghost entered my body, and that Wu Zixu used the Great Soul Resurrection Holy Pill to save me and forced me to hand over the whereabouts of your senior brothers!"

"Damn me, they promised me that they wouldn't kill any of the swordsmen!"

Yan Gehuo was also anxious, and as he spoke, he slapped himself, and the remorse in his heart was very strong.

Yan Shangjin glanced at Yan Gehuo, who was full of tears, his heart softened, and his trembling hands never hated killing intent.

Boom!

A blood-colored sword light slipped from Yan Gehuo's eyes and stabbed at Jiang Man in front of him.

At the moment when Yan Shangjin shot at Jiang Man, with a hiss, four cyan sword tripods flew out from under the body of the fourth son, and smashed towards Jiang Man.

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The night was thicker, and there was nothing else to see except the sword light killing poke.

On the altar, the sword in Gu Luoyang's hand, who had not made a move, moved slightly, he looked at Liu Chuanmu, who was already dead, his face changed slightly, and he didn't choose to pay attention to it, but aimed at Mo Caiwei who was not far away, and shot at himself.