"One percent?" Liu Zhong suddenly furrowed his brows, the gap between one-tenth and one-hundredth was too big, so big that he was stunned, and even faintly angry.

To be serious, the Lunatic Cult did not really provoke the contradiction between Happy and Happy, and the intensification of the conflict between the two sides was also for Zhang Rong.

As a disciple of the Moon Worship Sect, it is understandable that Zhang Rong violated the rules and was sentenced to burning, but he was happy to bully the door, fight, and interfere in the affairs of other people's sects. However, the Lunatic Sect has bad intentions, and it is really unreasonable to use Zhang Rong as a bargaining chip to force Happy to hand over the "Secret of Eternal Life". And then the Lunatic Cult retaliated, and the two sides fought to the death, and it is difficult to say who is right and who is wrong.

These days, the Lunatic Cult has been deliberately easing relations with Happy, and Happy should naturally return the favor. But the happy attitude is so resolute, there is no sincerity at all, Rao is Liu Zhong has been used to the wind for decades, and his heart is extraordinary, and he can't help but feel a little angry in his heart at this time.

"Master Gao, is there really no room for relaxation?" Liu Zhong's face sank like water, his sharp eyes looked straight at him, and his tone was a little cold and hard.

With these words, Liu Zhong faintly exuded a compelling momentum, and the atmosphere on the field suddenly became depressed and stiff.

"Humph!"

Feeling the aura on Liu Zhong's body, Xiao Ling raised his head suddenly, his dark eyes looked at Liu Zhong indifferently, as if he was staring at a four-person person, and at the same time, a terrifying murderous aura suddenly erupted from his body, pressing towards Liu Zhong and Wu Zhao.

"Choke!"

Seeing Xiao Ling's murderous face, Wu Zhao also took a step forward, his cold and beautiful cheeks were covered with a layer of frost, and the soul slashing sword on his waist suddenly came out of its sheath, and the cold murderous aura erupted out, locking on Xiao Ling tightly.

"Humph!"

Xiao Ling snorted coldly again, and before his voice fell, his body turned into a black lightning bolt and rushed straight to Wu Zhao.

"Look at the move!"

Wu Zhao can have an outstanding martial arts at a young age, and she is a person who is arrogant and ambitious, and the defeat in the hands of happiness has made her angry, and now seeing that Xiao Ling's entourage is also so presumptuous, the resentment of happiness in her heart suddenly broke out. Wu Zhao scolded her body, her lotus steps moved lightly, and her body was like wind and lightning, facing Xiao Ling.

"Snort-"

The sword qi tore through the air and let out a piercing scream, and in the soft sword of Wu Zhao like jade, the soul slaying sword turned into a sword shadow like a match in the sky, like mercury pouring to the ground, and like a violent wind and rain, it shrouded Xiao Ling who pounced on him.

"Whoosh!"

Seeing that he was about to break into the sword net compiled by Wu Zhao, Xiao Ling's eyes became even more indifferent, his lips pursed, and his body rushed forward for an abrupt moment, but suddenly disappeared the next moment.

Suddenly losing Xiao Ling's figure in front of him, Wu Zhao couldn't help but be startled, and the sword momentum in his hand appeared slightly stagnant, and at this moment, a black shadow suddenly broke into its own side, and a golden light shone in Wu Zhao's eyes.

Feeling the surging killing intent emanating from that dazzling golden mang, Wu Zhao's pupils suddenly contracted, and her whole body was even more creepy, and a strong crisis hit her heart, making her almost can't help but exclaim.

However, Wu Zhao is not an ordinary person, after a short period of horror, the arrogance and anger in her heart suddenly rose, turning into infinite strength, she scolded, and the sword shadow in the sky instantly dispersed, turning into a little cold star, and struck towards the golden mang that pierced her throat.

"Ding!"

After a deafening clash of gold and iron, the two figures froze for a moment, and the next moment they each retreated.

"Teng! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! ”

Wu Zhao staggered back five steps, and did not stand firm until she exited the long pavilion, her face was white and red, but there were several footprints about half an inch deep on the bluestone ground in front of her, and the ground around the footprints was even cracked.

Compared to Wu Zhao, Xiao Ling only took three steps back, and his face was still as cold as ice, except that his lips were tighter and his eyes were more indifferent, there was no unnecessary change on the surface. It can be seen that Xiao Ling has the upper hand in the battle just now.

Wu Zhao stared at Xiao Ling with his eyes, his plump chest rose and fell sharply, but not many people appreciated this wonderful scenery, let alone many people dared to appreciate it, and Wu Zhao had a coldness on his body at this time, which was the condensation of anger and murderous intent, as if from the bone marrow and from the soul.

Although Wu Zhao has only stepped into the rivers and lakes for more than three years, the masters he has seen are like carp crossing the river, but there are very few who can be compared with her, but there are two in front of him. When it comes to the angle of his shot, Xiao Ling seems to be more vicious and cunning than happy, and his speed seems to be even better. Wu Zhao's heart was horrified, but also infinite anger and murderous intent, eager to kill Xiao Ling on the spot.

"Huh!"

Xiao Ling only stopped for a moment, and his body turned into a black shadow again and pounced on Wu Zhao, but the Golden Moon Scimitar was hidden again.

"Look for death!"

Seeing Xiao Ling attack again, Wu Zhao immediately became furious, scolded lightly, forcibly suppressed the churning qi and blood, shook the soul sword, and in the sound of air tearing, Wu Zhaojian walked with him, turned into a swimming dragon, and met Xiao Ling again.

"Jingle Bell!"

The golden mangs are dotted, the sword light is Huo Huo, the sound of gold and iron clashing is endless, and the figures of Wu Zhao and Xiao Ling have reached the extreme, and there are only phantoms left in the air.

The more he fought with Xiao Ling, the more aggrieved Wu Zhao became. She could feel that Xiao Ling's internal strength and strength were not as good as happy, but the danger brought to him by the former was especially serious. And Xiao Ling's unparalleled speed made Wu Zhao almost crazy, even if she wanted to defend and counterattack, the former would not give her the slightest chance.

For the fight between Xiao Ling and Wu Zhao, Xing seemed to be indifferent, letting the four wanton strong winds inside and outside the long pavilion float his clothes and hair, and his deep eyes were unwavering, quietly staring at Liu Zhong opposite, with a faint smile on his face.

Liu Zhong was also motionless, his eyes locked on Xingxing, but his heart was by no means as calm as his face. According to his martial arts knowledge, how could his eyesight not be able to see Xiao Ling's eccentricity and Wu Zhao's situation, but it was precisely because of this that he was more and more shocked in his heart. Wu Zhao may only think that Xiao Ling is weird, but he can see that this Xiao Ling is a killer, and he is the pinnacle of it, and the more he looks at Liu Zhong, the more familiar he becomes, and he can't help but think of someone in his heart: the number one killer in the world, Jinyue Scimitar.

Jin Yue Scimitar, the number one killer who has dominated the world for 20 years, no one in the rivers and lakes does not know his name, but his face and real name are unknown, and his name is his weapon.

It is rumored that the Golden Moon Scimitar makes a golden scimitar like the moon, which is incomparably sharp, with strange moves, extremely fast, like a ghost, and every time it is shot, it must be a killing move, and there is only one record of missing in his life. And the only time the Golden Moon Scimitar missed, it is said that he was an important person in the assassination of the Heavenly Dao Sect, although he failed to succeed under the siege of the Heavenly Dao Sect, but he finally escaped safely.

As the largest sect in the Central Plains, the Heavenly Dao Sect has led the righteous path for hundreds of years, fighting against the four sects of the Demon Sect alone, which shows the strength of its power, and the masters in the sect are even more unknown.

If he is the legendary Golden Moon Scimitar, his martial arts are not weak, but his age does not seem to match the legend.

Liu Zhong changed his mind in his heart, but his face was not revealing anything, and his keen six senses always paid attention to Xiao Ling and Wu Zhao who were fighting, but more of them were happy in front of him, and only happiness could bring him real danger.

"Ding!"

The Golden Moon Scimitar and the Soul Slashing Sword collided again, Wu Zhao's body staggered, and his body took half a step back, while Xiao Ling's body only shook slightly, and the scimitar slashed towards Wu Zhao's white neck in a strange arc.

Even though Wu Zhao is resolute and arrogant, but in the face of life and death at this time, she can't help but lose her face, and a trace of fear and despair appears in her eyes. However, this fear and despair were replaced by madness in an instant, Wu Zhao mustered up all his strength, and the long sword in his hand stabbed towards Xiao Ling from the bottom up.

"Boy, be merciful!" Seeing that Wu Zhao was in a desperate situation, Liu Zhong couldn't sit still anymore, his sitting body suddenly flew up, and rushed towards Xiao Ling like electricity, and his thin palm slapped towards Xiao Ling's back with overwhelming power.

"Stop!" At the same time as Liu Zhong spoke, his happy body also came with him, although the clear voice was not loud, but when it came to everyone's ears, it was a slight shock in their hearts. Before the words fell, his happy body stopped in front of Liu Zhong, and his white palm fluttered to meet Liu Zhong's palm.

"Shhh

"Bump—"

One light and one heavy, one small and one large, but two different voices sounded at the same time, strong winds were blowing, and the sky was full of dust.

Finally, everything was calm.

In the long pavilion, Gao Xing, Liu Zhong, Wu Zhao, and Xiao Ling stood in four directions, but the faces of the four were different. Xiao Ling's face was still very cold, his eyes were extremely indifferent, but his breathing was a little disordered and rapid, and the placket on his chest was torn open by a foot-long opening, revealing the white lining inside; Happy smiles, but the neat bun is scattered; Liu Zhong was shocked and disheveled; Wu Zhao looked stunned, her eyes were a little dull, and she was depressed, but a strand of hair on her sideburns fell to the ground.

"Heroes come out of young people, strong generals have no weak soldiers, Gao Gongzi is really powerful, amazing, let the old man admire!" Liu Zhong quickly regained his composure, and a smile full of meaning appeared on his face, I don't know whether it was appreciation, annoyance, or sarcasm, maybe there was a little bit of it.

Liu Zhong couldn't have imagined it, but in the rest of the month, Xing's skills have improved again, and he is obviously no longer as ignorant of the "potential" as before, and the "potential" condensed by his sharp murderous aura made Liu Zhong suffer a dark loss for a while, and his right palm was still a little tingling and numb at this time.

And Xiao Ling's very spicy methods and superb kung fu also made Liu Zhong very jealous. The most unforgivable thing is that his subordinates are so rude, and they almost beheaded their own descendant disciple, the trusted sect leader of the Lunatic Cult, which is tantamount to a naked slap in the face of the Lunatic Cult.

"Elder Liu has won the award, Gao is just a fluke!" Happy waved his hand, and his modest posture made Liu Zhong even more annoyed, but just as he was about to speak, Happy looked at him deeply and said, "Elder Liu, people's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants, how can others be allowed to sleep soundly on the side of the couch?" ”