"The third brother is dead." I don't know who woke up from the lost soul first, and the crowd suddenly became chaotic like explosive boiling water.

"Kill this. Prostitute. Child. ”

"Kill her."

Song San's popularity is very good, and he looks like he is smiling when he sees everyone. No matter who is in trouble, he will be the first to stand up and help, and he will never be stingy with money. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have been elected as the patriarch of Rakshasa Town at the age of about thirty. But such a good person had no good retribution, and was inexplicably killed by Xu Hui, which made the people of Rakshasa Town not angry.

"What do you want to do with me? Kill me? Still strong. Violence against me? Xu Huixu's expression was extremely indifferent, in her eyes, human life was like a mustard. Cheap, kill and kill, no different from stepping on an ant.

But this expression was full of provocation in the eyes of normal people, and the crowd was even more angry, and many people couldn't help but rush forward to avenge Song San.

"I don't care if you hate me, but I hate others to sympathize with me and pity me, so let's go together" When the mask of hypocrisy is torn apart, the only thing left is to hurt. Xu Huizhu coldly pointed at the angry crowd with the tip of his knife, and his murderous aura was monstrous.

"Die" The two strong men rushed towards Xu Huizhu viciously, and one jumped up in the air and punched her in the cheek. The other flew out like a sword and kicked her ankle.

Xu Huizhu sneered, and the scimitar in his hand suddenly split into two, turning into two son-mother yin and yang knives, and threw them out weirdly.

Blood spurted wildly, hot blood and rain that didn't want money, and before the two attacking strong men could touch her clothes, their throats were slit, and they died.

However, the villagers of Rakshasa Town are not ordinary people who have never seen the world, after all, they are the outer disciples of the Rakshasa Gate, and there is no shortage of fierce people. More people rushed up, trying to tear Xu Huixuan to pieces.

But Xu Huixu's knife technique is extremely vicious, it seems to be a knife technique created specifically for killing, and the knife is not far from the vital point of people. After all, the villagers of Rakshasa Town are not inner disciples, and they rarely practice, so where is her opponent. In the blink of an eye, nearly twenty corpses were lying on the ground, and the crowd was shocked by its fierce flames, and they did not dare to step forward for a while.

Blood stained the teal ground, and a disgusting, salty smell wafted through the air. A young man who was no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, roared angrily: ". Son, don't be complacent, kill my cousin, don't want to leave Rakshasa Town alive. ”

This young man is Song San's cousin, and he is also a disciple of the Rakshasa Gate this year, named Song Si. has always had a good relationship with Song San, but now that he sees his cousin killed, he is naturally angry and heartbroken.

Xu Jun looked at the corpses all over the ground and licked his lips excitedly, not only was he not afraid, but there was a faint change that was almost changing. state of ecstasy, which deeply disturbed him. Before he knew it, his mindset had changed, and he was more and more fond of using violence to solve problems.

Perhaps the apparent cynicism is just an illusion, and under his sloppy appearance, there is an element of extreme restlessness. Or maybe he's also a psychopath. state, and Xu Huizhu essentially belong to the same kind of person.

However, he is much luckier than Xu Huixu. Although Meng Chuhan and him are not related to him, they take great care of him, which makes him think that the other party is not bad for a while, but how can there be love for no reason in this world?

"What's going on, spread out." Hurried footsteps sounded, and the patrolling disciples of the torture hall arrived.

The Rakshasa Gate has six branches: Heaven, Earth, Xuan, Huang, Xing, and Hua, all of which are composed of disciples of the Rakshasa Gate, and the responsibilities of each branch are different.

Heaven specializes in the study of exercises, and is composed of the elders of the Rakshasa Gate; The underground hall is responsible for transmitting the exercises, and any new disciple must join the underground hall; Xuantang was responsible for assassinations, assassinations, and foreign warfare; Huang Tang was responsible for the trivial tasks within the sect, including eating, drinking, and recruiting disciples; The Torture Hall is responsible for maintaining order and daily patrols within the faction; Huatang is responsible for spying on intelligence and encircling the government, all of which are composed of female disciples.

"Who killed the third brother? Inform the hall master. "The patrol disciples' complexions have changed drastically, and the severity of the matter is beyond their imagination, and they can't control it.

Song San is not a child of an ordinary family, his family background is prominent, his father is the richest man in Rakshasa Town, and his uncle is the master of the torture hall, Xu Hui killing Song San is equivalent to stabbing a hornet's nest. A patrol disciple hurriedly went to report the news, and not long after, Gao Qi hurriedly arrived with a large number of torture hall masters.

"Little San..."Gao Qi roared angrily, rushed up with an arrow, and hugged Song San's corpse and burst into tears. His appearance is very distinctive, tall and thin, dry and boneless, and he stands in the field and gets rid of a hemp pole.

The cold wind turned to death, and the earth seemed to be in a mournful roar. Only Xu Jun had no tears in his eyes, he blinked his eyes speechlessly, and said in his heart: "What are the names of the people in the Rakshasa Gate, Zhen Xiajian, Xiao San, Gao Qi, Tai. Chicken. I can't stand it. ”

Tears slid down Gao Qi's cheeks, he fought with people when he was a teenager, fell ill, and lost his life. The ability to educate has always regarded Song San as his own son, holding it as if he was a baby, holding it in his hand for fear of falling, and holding it in his mouth for fear of melting. He just had dinner with Song San in the morning, but he didn't expect that he would send a white-haired person to a black-haired person so well.

"Three, three, you died so miserably, it was your uncle who killed you." Song San wanted to worship the Rakshasa Gate to learn martial arts when he was a child, but he was opposed by Gao Qi. Gao Qi didn't want Song San to suffer, and he was also worried that Song San would kill all day long and accidentally lose his life.

Song San once promised Gao Qi that the second son he gave birth to changed his surname to Gao and passed on the Gao family to the next generation. But in troubled times, only fists are the last word, if Song San had learned martial arts at the beginning, maybe it wouldn't have been so easy to hang.

"You thief, why did you kill my nephew?"

Xu Hui said charmingly: "Because I'm happy." ”

"Okay." Gao Qi was so angry that his whole body trembled, his beard swelled, and he slapped Xu Huizhu angrily.

The scorching heat of the sky trembled all around. Gao Qi did not allow Song San to practice martial arts, but he was obsessed with martial arts, and he had already practiced the sixth layer of the Burning City Technique, and the Mixed Yuan Palm had also been practiced to the peak realm. In just one shot, Xu Huixu spat blood and flew out.

The cold wind blew, and a little black dust fell from Xu Huixu's chest, dancing with the wind. A palm print burned out of the palm of her blouse. Such a domineering martial arts, such a profound spiritual power.

Xu Jun lowered his head, he couldn't bear to continue watching, there was no suspense in the ending, under the siege of so many masters, Xu Huixu couldn't escape. He really didn't want to see a young girl like a flower and jade, but if he did something wrong, he would be punished, and he couldn't help it.

If Xu Huizhu can get away with not dying, he will say to Xu Huizhu: "Girl, if you are sick, you have to be treated, mental illness is a serious illness." ”

He sighed, and just wanted to leave, when a huge force suddenly came from behind him, and he was caught off guard for a while, and the whole person flew out. However, he has cultivated the blood body of all souls, and those who sneak attack can't hurt him.

Xu Huizhu got up from the ground with difficulty, and the blood in the corner of her mouth was still about to be wiped away, and a figure descended from the sky in front of her, which made her very strange. She looked at Xu Jun's back curiously, but she didn't know that Xu Jun had the heart to kill at this time.

"Which bastard pushed Young Master Ben out, Young Master Ben grass his ancestor." Xu Jun cursed loudly, but no one answered his words. He looked at the black crowd with red eyes, and his teeth itched with hatred. What is your sister's name here, who is so lacking in virtue to harm him.

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