On the beach in the north of Yunzhong City, the moonlight is cold, and the tide is gradually rising, and those Jianghu people who rushed into the water and hacked the black-clothed man to death with knives are also fighting for a broken hand or a leg.

Outside the beach, two people dismounted, one holding the Qingshuang long sword, and the other carrying a black slate, and walked forward.

"Haha, this Liu Shaoqun was killed by me Wu Weihua, I am destined to become a generation of heroes rising in the rivers and lakes!" The bearded man laughed, holding a head in one hand, if you really want to count it, he was really the first to cut off Liu Shaoqun's head.

"Hmph, who said that you killed him, if there is no secret weapon from me, how can you get close to his body, if you want to count it, it is also the three of us who killed him together." The flower-clothed mother-in-law carried a broken arm and snorted coldly.

"That's it, Brother Wu, this matter has to be discussed carefully, the three of us are similar in strength, if we don't talk about this matter first, it won't be so easy to get along." The scholar who was rescued by Wu Weihua the day before was also a little unhappy, holding the stone slab wrapped in black cloth in his hand, but he was not in a hurry to open it to take a look.

"Hey! You killed the wrong person, Liu Shaoqun is here. At this moment, a voice came from the shore, interrupting the dispute between the three of them, and even the Jianghu people who were fighting for the corpses stopped, and looked at the swordsman on the shore and the brocade-clothed young man carrying the stone slab with a slightly changed face.

If they were asked to recognize them on the road, it might not be easy to recognize who these two people were, but after listening to Xiangqian's words and looking at the swordsman, many people present had already recognized that this person's figure was the masked swordsman who came out of the cloud city and rescued Liu Shaoqun that day.

Everyone looked at the two people on the shore, and then looked at the bone or half of the meat that they had snatched with all their lives in their hands, and they all threw their hands away, and looked at the two people on the shore with an angry face.

At this time, everyone also understood that they had been tricked, and the black-clothed man sitting on the strange rock was not Liu Shaoqun at all, and the real Liu Shaoqun was still standing on the shore.

The bearded man Wu Weihua glanced at the head he was carrying in his hand and threw it out angrily, and the scholar also hurriedly removed the black cloth on the slate he was holding in his hand, and the sight was only a long slate, but it was by no means a black slate, exactly the same as the slate on the slate street in Yangzhou City.

"Brother Liu, don't let one go." Xu Mingyuan chuckled and said, looking at those angry Jianghu people, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he rushed towards the crowd with his sword raised.

Liu Shaoqun nodded slightly, but he didn't speak, holding the inky black slate in one hand, and walked towards the bearded man, the scholar and the mother-in-law in flowery.

"Liu Shaoqun was seriously injured, and he definitely hasn't recovered, and the three of us will definitely be able to beat him together. As long as we kill him, the three of us can make a name for ourselves in the rivers and lakes, and we can't miss such good things and opportunities. Wu Weihua looked at Liu Shaoqun who was walking slowly, although there was some horror on his face, but it quickly turned into hysteria, and shouted at the scholar and the mother-in-law in Huayi.

"Okay, the old body will join forces with you once, but the slate in his hand has to be given to me." Mother-in-law Huayi's face changed slightly, and she gritted her teeth and said.

"Since that's the case, then I can't be missing, but the mother-in-law can't be greedy, this slate is not as good as we go through it together, if someone bids, it's good to sell it and everyone share it equally." The scholar's face changed several times, and he also gritted his teeth.

"Okay, it's decided, I don't want the slate, you two discuss how to divide it yourself, now let's prepare to do it first, and fight with the first great master, I don't have a few chances in my life." Wu Weihua licked his lips, looked at Liu Shaoqun, who had killed three people in the rivers and lakes and dyed a piece of sea water red by the two stone slabs, and said with some excitement, the soft sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if he was a little scared, or too excited.

The second-grade little grandmaster and the first-grade great grandmaster have made moves, and there are indeed not a few chances in his life, because one time is enough for him to die, where is there a second time.

Wu Weihua still hated this point thoroughly, so he died, and the soft sword that suddenly straightened up hit a random stone slab, and instantly turned into pieces of fragments, more than a dozen pieces pierced into his body, and then was slapped into the water by a board, and the dead could no longer die.

The scholar who was still thinking about forming a corner with Wu Weihua looked at the scene in front of him, and after being slightly stunned, his face turned pale for a moment, and only then did he understand the gap between the second-grade small grandmaster and the first-grade great grandmaster, and the gap between the first-grade great grandmaster and the first-grade great grandmaster, the gap was even more different.

Ignoring any thoughts of revenge, the two of them turned around almost simultaneously and wanted to flee, wanting to get away from this terrifying figure with a calm face but killing people as simple as swatting flies.

After decades of hard practice, he was flattered and worshiped on the rivers and lakes, and now he suddenly found that he was not even as good as a fly under the stone slab, and the mood of the two of them had completely collapsed, and the scholar staggered and slipped directly into the water, struggling to get up and run a few steps, and knelt down again.

However, the mother-in-law in the flower clothes is older, and when she sees a bad opportunity, she jumps out of the water, her feet are light on the water, and she wants to escape to the shore, as long as she gets ashore, she has the confidence to throw Liu Shaoqun away with her extraordinary light skills.

But she had barely jumped out of the water, and before he could rush forward, a stone slab had reached her and slammed into her face.

With the sound of bones shattering, her head was smashed off by this board, and the headless corpse fell into the water, looking a little terrifying.

The unrecognizable head just fell in front of the scholar who was struggling to get up, his face changed drastically, he sat down again, and he didn't get up anymore, he knelt directly in the water, and cried at Liu Shaoqun, who was walking slowly, and shouted: "Liu Daxia spares his life, spares his life, the little one is not offended, it is all Wu Weihua's bastard idea, I was also deceived by him, you should let go of a dog and let me go." ”

"Don't insult the dog." Liu Shaoqun lifted the slate, and after being silent for a while, he said this.

The scholar's eyes widened, and his face turned pale in an instant, but before he could make any moves, a black slate had already smashed down, slapping him into the water, and there was suddenly a blood-colored flower on the surface of the sea.

In just a few breaths, the three second-grade little grandmasters were killed one after another, and none of them had the strength to fight back, and they didn't even run away three zhang away.

Fortunately, the moonlight was misty, and it was a good weather for killing, and most people only heard a few screams and didn't know what was going on. (To be continued.) )