The dungeon is deep and built dozens of meters underground.

"I haven't heard of such a dungeon in Qinglong Town, could it be that this is in Qinglong City?" Zhou Ming frowned and said to himself.

"That's right, Zhao Hui and Su Yu, those two bastards, were originally from Qinglong City, and they went to Qinglong Town to curry favor with me for my nine-rank martial soul, and this should be their base camp. ”

Zhou Ming's fists creaked, and something finally understood.

Five years ago it wasn't a coincidence at all, it was an intentional arrangement!

Staying by one's side for five years is not worship and friendship at all, but devouring one's own flesh and blood for the sake of the present day!

The two brutes had been smiling at themselves for five years, but secretly sharpening their knives to kill themselves.

In order to snatch his own nine-rank martial soul, that beast has been planning for five years!

But he didn't notice it at all, he still believed in them as always, and did his best to help them improve their cultivation.

These two beasts are so femme fatale, so vicious!

They, damn it!

The more Zhou Ming thought about it, the more angry he became, the murderous intent on his body overflowed, and he couldn't wait to slaughter those two beasts now.

There was no one guarding the dungeon, which made Zhou Ming very disappointed.

If someone dared to jump out to stop Zhou Ming at this time, he would definitely blow that person's bird egg with one punch.

God blocks and kills God, which is the state of Zhou Ming at this moment.

Zhou Ming came to the door of the dungeon and kicked it very roughly.

The black ironwood gate, which was about ten centimeters thick, was directly kicked and exploded by Zhou Ming's kick, and sawdust flew all over the sky.

The door to the dungeon burst open, startling a group of guards waiting outside.

Who is this, so brutal, like a ferocious beast.

Outside the dungeon was a high-walled compound, and at a glance, there were thirty or forty black-clad guards waiting in the courtyard.

These black-clothed guards are tall, holding long swords and weapons, with fierce and vicious faces, and their faces are full of anger, they are not a group of good people.

"Ah, that'...... Isn't that Zhou Ming, isn't he being imprisoned in the dungeon, how did he get out?"

Seeing Zhou Ming dragging a long knife out of the broken gate, someone exclaimed, his face full of shock.

"Zhou Ming, why did he come out, where did Wang Zhi die?"

"Isn't Zhou Ming already abolished, why does he look so brave?"

"Zhou Ming, you look thin, can you withstand my punch?"

The eyes of all the black-clothed guards fell on Zhou Ming's face, whispering, and some people had doubts on their faces, full of shock. Some people are full of disdain and don't take Zhou Ming in their eyes at all.

"Zhou Ming, why did you run out of this waste, what about Wang Zhi?"

A black-clothed guard shouted, holding a spear in front of Zhou Ming.

"Death to those who stand in my way!"

Zhou Ming snorted coldly, the long knife was raised, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"Waste, what am I talking to you?"

Seeing that he was directly ignored by Zhou Ming, the black-clothed guard said angrily.

"Kill!"

Zhou Ming's tongue was thunderous, and he just said one word.

The long knife slashed forward fiercely, and the knife fell in the eyes of the black-clothed guard, as if it was a white lightning bolt slashing towards him, menacing, and the speed was incomparably fast, making him feel terrified in his heart.

In the panic, the black-clothed guard only had time to hold the pistol in his hand in front of him.

While!

There was a sound of gold and iron clashing, and Zhou Ming's long knife directly cut the spear of the black-clothed guard in two.

Moreover, the long knife not only cut off the spear, but also slashed at the chest of the black-clothed guard.

The black-clad guards screamed, full of terror.

Zhou Ming's long knife was mixed with two thousand catties of strength, like chopping wood, and directly split the black-clothed guard in half.

Blood splatters, horror!

In the face of this black-clothed guard, Zhou Ming did not spare his hand and used all his strength.

The explosion of two thousand catties of strength is simply not something that this guard can withstand.

Zhou Ming has never been a person who loves to kill, and the reason why he went on a killing spree was because he was forced to do so. If he doesn't kill others, others will kill him.

Although he hadn't asked about the identity of these guards yet, Zhou Ming could imagine with his toes that this group of guards must have been arranged by Zhao Hui's brute, just to prevent him from escaping from this dungeon, and they were left here to mend the knife to him.

Since he is the beast, he is his own enemy, and there is no need to be merciful and moral to the enemy.

A sword cut a Lingwu Quadruple Heaven guard in half, blood spurted to the ground, Zhou Ming's head was scattered, and the long knife in his hand was still dripping blood, like a demon.

"Zhou Ming, haven't you become a waste?"

Someone shouted, with a trill, shocked face.

A Lingwu Quadruple Heaven martial artist actually didn't even resist in front of Zhou Ming, which frightened the other guards, and their strength was almost at the realm of Lingwu Quadruple Heaven.

Slashed a martial artist of the Spiritual Martial Four Heavens with one sword, is this waste?

If Zhou Ming is a waste, then what kind of people are his own people?

A group of warriors were frightened, sweating coldly, clenching the weapons in their hands and surrounding Zhou Ming in the middle.

Zhou Ming glanced at it coldly, and said coldly, "Where is Zhao Hui?"

"I don't know!"

A guard stood at the back of the crowd and replied.

"Hey, I don't know?"

Zhou Ming sneered, shook his wrist, and shook the blood on the knife.

"Since I don't know, then, the one who stands in my way will die!"

Zhou Ming roared and walked straight forward with a long knife.

The guards around them fell backwards, and no one wanted to be the first to rush to their deaths.

"Let's go together, I don't believe that he can beat so many of us alone, we can cut him into meat sauce with one sword!"

One shouted.

"Whoever kills Zhou Ming will be rewarded with fifty taels of gold!"

Another shout.

There will be a brave man under the heavy reward, and one of the guards roared angrily and rushed forward with a long sword.

Someone made the first move, and someone immediately followed behind him and surrounded Zhou Ming.

"Kill!"

A group of guards roared in unison, swords struck each other, and greeted Zhou Ming one after another.

"Since you are looking for death, then I will fulfill you!"

Zhou Ming sneered, the long knife swept across, like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, as long as it was touched by his long knife, someone would scream and fly out, either with a broken arm or a broken leg.

Zhou Ming seemed to be a wolf into a flock of sheep, two thousand catties of strength exploded, this group of martial artists with an average cultivation level in the Lingwu Four Heavens was not his opponent at all, but all of them flew out in ten breaths, and most of them were killed and injured.

In the end, there were only three guards still standing, and the cultivation of those three people was the highest in a group of guards, the realm of the Lingwu Five Heavens.

Lingwu Wuzhongtian, polishing the muscles and muscles of the body, has the strength of 1,500 catties.

"Zhou Ming, you weren't deposed?"

One of the guards shouted, his eyes filled with fear.

"This, this impossible, you have not been ······"

Another screamed, equally shocked.

"Hey, you really know what that beast did, then you all go to die!"

Zhou Ming smiled fiercely, his face was full of murderous intent, and he raised the long knife and slashed at the three of them.

Zhou Ming didn't use any martial arts and techniques at all, all of them relied on physical strength to suppress.

This style of play is simple, rough and direct!

"Run, Zhou Ming is not a waste!"

The three guards screamed and fled for their lives.

However, Zhou Ming's speed was even faster than theirs.

A punch pierced a person's chest, a kick kicked a person three feet away, and a knife beheaded a person.

Thirty breaths, knocking all thirty or forty guards to the ground.

"Power, that's power!"

Zhou Ming's clothes were stained with blood, and he closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling that his body was full of power.

This is a feeling that he has never had.

"You, go tell Zhao Hui, let him wash his neck and wait for me, his life is mine!"

Zhou Ming pointed to a guard lying on the ground pretending to be dead and shouted.

Yesterday, you called me a piece of rubbish.

Today, you will wash your neck and wait for me to take your dog's life!