Looking at the unscrupulous figure of happiness in the crowd, the heart of the desolation gradually became cold.

Happy...... Not dead!

In the crowd, there were more than thirty of the most elite disciples of Yipintang, each of whom was attacking around four thousand, but, even if it was them, several people attacked violently at the same time, and the happiness was still threaded, and the moves were never shaken or interrupted, and the sharp and deadly sword light was sprinkled in an orderly manner where the most people lived.

In less than a minute, at least a hundred Yipintang masters lay in the woods, and the corpses were scattered all over the ground, reflected in the eyes of the desolate killing, shocking!

The message from Hongwu City is true...... Originally, there was still some unbelief in Wild Killing, thinking that it was just a high-grade pill, but now, Wild Killing believed it, and more than 100 brothers confirmed everything with their lives.

It's just that the price is a bit heavy!

"Everyone, get out of now."

With a cold and wild atmosphere, he came to Happy and resolutely gave the order to retreat.

Happy and cold:

"No one can leave!"

A little under his feet, the volley fell into the treetops.

Condescendingly, he happily took out the scabbard resolutely, "Choke!" "After harvesting the 'Qing Ming Sword' that I don't know how many surnames, it was resolutely returned to the sheath, inhaled deeply, followed the strange meridian routes, and the internal force operated, and finally returned to the right hand that was slowly stretched out, staring at the desolation under the tree, and the right hand solemnly pressed on the hilt of the sword.

Happy and unusual behavior quickly aroused the alarm of the desolate killing...... Unconsciously, his eyes fell on the Qingming Sword and his right hand, which were about to come out.

Sensing the focus of the desolate gaze, Happy Lips curled slightly, and quietly slightly output internal force...... Click!

The blade of the sword shook, and a tiny gap popped out.

That moment.

All of Killing's mind was immediately attracted by that tiny gap...... The emperor is shocked!

Recite!!!

With a long roar, the golden sword gang rose into the sky!

The Yipintang disciple who ran for his life looked back and happened to see a magnificent sword gang, and a sword light that was imperceptible to the naked eye hit the head of the desolate slaughter at the same time.

Choke!

A sword was swung out, and he swept from the tree to the desolation without hesitation.

The latter's gaze was glazed, and his whole body stiffened in place, as if he was completely unaware of Happy approaching.

"Lord of the Deserted Hall!!"

"Quick! Save! ”

The disciples of Yipintang had no idea what was going on, and seeing that Huang Kill had no reaction and let Happy approach, a group of people reflexively rushed towards him.

But he didn't notice that a tiny blood streak was emerging from Killing's forehead.

Happy naturally didn't break everything, silently raised his sword and put it on the shoulders of the desolate killing, and sure enough, those elite masters of Yipintang rushed over without hesitation.

"Phoenix Dance Colorful Clothes ......"

"Little Seven, Little White, Little Black ......"

Closing his eyes, ignoring the threat of the Yipintang disciples who flocked up, he happily and silently read the name of his friend: "Yiguan, Yucha, Xiaop, fat, hooligan, glutinous rice ......"

Until the blade is added!

Eyes wide!

Fierce killing intent rises from the crowd!!

"I've avenged you!"

In the angry shouts, dazzling swords slashed through the crowd...... The head of the desolation was thrown high.

Under the shocked and frightened gaze of the disciples of Yipintang, the dazzling sword struck like a death shackle that killed and chased souls.

Angry shouts and screams resounded through the forest.

…… Bang!!

Beijing, the main altar of Yipintang.

Not long after Yun Meng came back, he heard the return of his brothers, and learned the news that he had died under the sword, and there was suddenly a black palm print on the solid Eight Immortals table, as if it had been burned by the high temperature.

"This one is happy."

Yun Meng was so angry that his silver teeth were shattered, and his silver veil trembled.

She didn't know that Happy was planning to avenge Caiyimen, although the news of Caiyimen's capture had not yet arrived, but according to the reply of the people over there, it would take three minutes at most to destroy the cornerstone of the Caiyimen gang.

But she still didn't think about it...... Huang Ji took more than 200 people to set up an ambush halfway, not only did he not kill the happiness, but he lost himself.

When did the strength of happiness become so strong?

Even before obtaining the "Hades Divine Skill", the equipment and body protection are very amazing, ranking fifth on the dragon list, and the strength is naturally undoubted.

What's more, "Hades Divine Skill" is overbearing and abnormal, even if you can't kill happiness, you shouldn't be killed by happiness.

This desolation kills ...... "Hall Master, what now?" ”

A man dressed in the costume of the incense lord looked at Yun Meng cautiously, and it took a long time before he dared to speak: "After happily killing the Lord of the Desolate Hall and more than two hundred of our brothers, the number of kills has reached the standard of the Heavenly Killing Star, and it has disappeared from our vision again, I am worried that a few nearby altars will become his targets...... Please also show the hall master. ”

Now, there is no room for them not to be nervous.

Happy can even kill more than 200 people who are deserted and ambushed, and their strength does not decrease but increases, so they can't afford not to pay attention to it, as soon as the colorful clothes door is broken, they also lose the weight of deterrence and elbow happiness, but they are happy, they have nothing to do, and they can attack Yipintang unscrupulously.

The death of the master of the desolate hall, there may be no problem with cultivating for a month, but if the altar continues to be damaged one after another, even if the Caiyi Gate is destroyed, it will be a very fatal blow to the reputation and morale of the Yipintang.

After a long silence, Yun Meng took a deep breath:

"Lord Yexiang, you will immediately fly the pigeon and pass a letter, and bring me a few words to be happy."

"Huh?"

The incense lord was lonely and stunned for a while, and then quickly took out a pen and paper to listen.

Yun Meng walked slowly two steps, her graceful and soft back facing the loneliness of the night, but her voice was so cold that it was about to freeze:

"The destruction of the Caiyi Gate is deeply regretted by the master of the parishion; The death of the master of the desolate hall is to blame; The famous family is happy, Yunmeng has been admired for a long time, but unfortunately he has never had the opportunity to meet; If necessary, change it! I will definitely go to Baokang in person!! Visit the !! of Mufu ”

As soon as the words fell, a carrier pigeon broke through the air and landed on Yunmeng's shoulder!

Concise:

"The Caiyi Gate is gone!"

Yun Meng silently crumpled the letter sent by the bloody clothes, and instructed Ye Lonely to release the carrier pigeon.

…… Nuo Da Woods, happily standing on the corpses of a group of Yipintang disciples with cold eyes, holding a note signed by Night Loneliness in his hand, swept through the first half of the content, his heart was full of anger, and he wanted to tear Yun Meng's contrived face several times, but when he swept the content of the second half, his heart suddenly sank.

Like a basin of cold water poured down, the blazing flame of revenge gradually extinguished...... Mufu!

has just gained a firm foothold in the Shenlong frame, and now it is developing objectively.

Although there are three major local gangs and the maintenance of the chivalrous gate, but after all, the strength is weak, and the real strength is not on the table, if Yipintang insists on making a move, I am afraid that unless the chivalrous gate stays in Baokang and does not leave, otherwise, it will not be able to resist the dumping of Yipintang!

This moment.

Happy suddenly felt that his strength as the first famous artist and the fifth on the dragon list, as well as the equipment and weapons on his body, seemed to be powerful, but in fact he was so fragile and powerless.

A ...... alone You can't control the whole world!

(To be continued)