Unexpectedly.

Qi Ao never thought that he would die in this situation, at the hands of a nobody.

He felt that he should die on the way to the pinnacle throne, or be beheaded by a peerless powerhouse, but recently~ Although there are too many incredible things in his eyes, he is indeed about to die.

The empty sleeve tube was fluttering in the yin wind on the Tongyou River, and Qi Ao also sent out a heavy blow before his death, and it was also the last world-shaking divine fist he sent out in this world, the fist shadow was three points, and the three people who were not afraid of death, one of them could withstand a punch.

The two nameless Xuanjia warriors who were assassinated with swords were directly shattered in their heads.

The remaining punch hit "Su Han" on the shoulder blade, beating him like a fish, bending over and flying into the Tongyou River.

Then at the same time that Su Han fell into the surface of the Tongyou River, with a move of his other hand, a fishing line with a flashing metallic luster went around his neck for three weeks, and he exhaled vigorously and strangled it.

Click, broken head.

Thump!

Qi Ao's head and his purple-robed body fell into the bottomless Tongyou River together.

Qi Ao is dead.

After he hit two swords and one sword, he died directly under this cold knife that Su Liu called the jasper knife, and the last way to kill was only added to ensure that nothing went wrong, and it was also like the finishing touch, it was necessary.

Qi Ao died, but the killer was still alive, he spat out a mouthful of blood directly in the cold and biting Tongyou River, a blood lotus bloomed on the surface of the river, and then he took a deep breath and swam towards the shore with all his might.

He looked nameless, formless, not even a shadow in this gloom. Only that miserable long blue knife.

Who is he?

This resolute and bloodthirsty but angular side face is, of course, Han Tang.

Han Tang's Han, Han Tang's Tang. is also like the king of killers in the pan, Han Tang.

Han Tang was also injured, he directly cut off his left arm, Qi Gen cut it off, and also used the jasper knife in his hand to bite off the sleeve cloth and bandage himself slightly, and then sealed his acupoint~ Dao.

Han Tang's choice. Of course it is. If he doesn't cut this decisive sword, that domineering and endless world-shaking true qi will definitely counterattack. Invasion of the heart is not just a matter of one hand.

Han Tang calmly used his blood to leave a mark that only Su Liu understood, and he retreated quickly, still wearing the clothes of the Xuanjia Warrior. Embarrassed and swift towards the cave where Qi Ao had come—just give him a trick through the dark. He could definitely remember the hidden power of this mechanism, and effectively avoid these killings.

After about two pillars of incense, Han Tang finally saw the location of the cave entrance, and went out to the deep pool, which was the bottom of the back of Qingyu Mountain, Qi Ao was impacted to this boundary at the same time as entering the whirlpool of the secret door, fortunately, people who were familiar with geography at that time recognized this as the bottom of the back of Qingyu Mountain.

Han Tang waded out. The action was swift and effective, directly bypassing most of Qingyu Mountain. Seeing that there were many Xuanjia soldiers in front of the mountain, he fell to the ground and shouted: "Hurry up and save the little prince, it's too late!" ”

Someone immediately found out, and in a frightened voice, asked urgently; "What's wrong with the little prince?"

Whoever sees such a miserable injury will think about what happened to his master, so almost no one cares about Han Tang's life or death.

Han Tang said miserably: "It's all a killing machine, the people inside are dead, I broke an arm, I was seriously injured before I got out, and I entered through the whirlpool on the river, and in that place, I could see the little prince." ”

When everyone hurriedly left, a faint smile hung on the corner of Han Tang's mouth.

There are many ways to kill people that he has mastered very well.

But today's assassination spread out, and an insignificant master successfully assassinated the princely nobles who were high in the realm of Shangdong Xuan.

He was ready to take a break, and then converged with the drizzle of logistics to wait for Suliu to return

Iron bones locked on the dragon boat.

The guards were standing at the door, and suddenly heard a familiar voice, "You are Xiao Ao's henchman and general Qijiang, right?" ”

Chopping Jiang turned his head slightly, he saw the hand on his shoulder, his face immediately became very strange, and his heart suddenly changed, he knew that he was finished, and he was going to explain here today, and then the old and withered hand directly gouged out his eyeballs.

As a master, of course he wanted to dodge, but he just thought in his mind, and before he had time to put it into action, he would never be able to see it.

Because, when a dragon strikes, there is no way to dodge.

"The rich prince sits in the Zhu Tower!"

Chopping Jiang wailed bitterly, covering his face with his right hand, holding the knife in his left hand, in his eyes, blood was like a spring~ gushing, although he couldn't see anything, but the knife in his left hand still kept swinging.

"You are a rich prince!"

The path of martial arts, and only step by step can approach the way to the sky, and it must not be achieved overnight, like a small grandmaster figure, although he has not broken through the last layer of the realm of the cave and has successfully advanced to the supreme realm of the great master's ten thousand laws, but they are already rare masters of the top grade of the cave mystery.

The list is also the ranking of the lord of Zhongling Palace, in the past, the lord of Zhongling Palace traveled around the world, and he would do all the masters and heroes in the world, which listed the three lists of heaven, earth and people.

Every little grandmaster on the list already has an alias, just like the Xuanyin Sect's "Xuanyin Taiyuan Yin Dragon" and the Tibetan Sword Master's "Burying the Sword and Returning to Tibet against the Nine Streams".

At this time, blood was dripping in the mouth of the river, and the left hand was still strong, and the knife was vertical and horizontal, and he could cut the river and open the sea, invincible, but he was dancing the knife and screaming miserably: "I see, so it is, it turns out that the old prince is"

Before he could finish his sentence, a cold sensation came from his neck.

Cooler than desolate.

The neck of the chopping river has been buckled, and this hand is old and withered, wrinkled, like the bark of an old tree buried deep in the ground, lifeless.

But it is such a hand that controls the life and death of Chopping River.

"Turn into a dragon, if you don't take off the original fetus, how can you turn a dragon into the sky?"

The real King Qi is still like an ordinary old man, but the corners of his mouth are no longer salivating, and he no longer smirks, it is definitely a kind of royal majesty, and no one can be violated at all.

With one hand, he lifted the majestic body of Cho Jiang up and held it in the air, like carrying a dead dog effortlessly.

In fact, there is no difference between Chopping River and a dead dog, he uses his strength to suck and wants to struggle, as long as he breaks free, he can escape into the Longjiang River and escape into the secret door. But if a person's veins and acupoints are locked to death, then no matter how much he struggles, it is useless.

King Qi Tianwang looked at the direction of the whirlpool on the surface of the river, and his calm eyes seemed to contain a kind of cold slaughter.

The dragon is full of energy, and a little bit of the true qi of the new life condenses into a real dragon, swimming in the body of the slashing river, and at the same time, the vitality of the slashing river is completely devoured.

Thump!

The left-handed knife that didn't let go of death finally fell into the Longjiang River.

Facing the bloody sunset, King Qi looked at the direction of the whirlpool on the river, and Qi Ao's men rushed into the whirlpool like dumplings.

He muttered indifferently: "I don't give it, you can't take it." (To be continued.) )