In the Linling Pavilion, the Purple Sun Yaohua cannot be looked at directly.

The mighty purple qi covered everyone's field of vision, and at the moment when the killer opened the curtain first, Song Hexuan's Zixia Gong was brazenly launched. At this moment, there seemed to be a round of purple sun soaring into the sky behind Song Hexuan, blooming with endless brilliance.

Song Hexuan, who was sitting cross-legged, was shocked, and returned all the iron thorns that had been beaten before, and at the same time slammed his right hand at the black iron rod on the bed.

The icy and cold Xuantie rod rushed forward unstoppably, and behind the stick was the endless purple qi of Song Hexuan's Zixia Gong. With a click, the head of the killer standing at the front burst like a watermelon in the summer, and blood exploded everywhere.

The figure flickered, and at the same time as the stick flew out, Song Hexuan's purple qi flashed all around him, and he came behind the killer with the help of the galloping iron rod.

"You are really haunted, say, who sent you?"

The iron rod pointed at the distance, and the red and white mixture was constantly dripping on the stick in the air, ticking, ticking. After Song Hexuan's angry shout, it was particularly harsh in the silent room, but it also told this group of killers that the picture just now was not a dream.

The lesson of blood did not make this group of people retreat, on the contrary, this group of killers was completely excited when they saw the blood.

After confronting Song Hexuan for a long time, the previous person in the killer who seemed to be the leader stood up again, and looked at Song Hexuan from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, with a pair of cold eyes like a goshawk.

Seeing Song Hexuan firmly standing in the only place in the room that could lead to the big bed, the killer laughed contemptuously, and said in an unusually hoarse voice.

"Tonight, there will be no living mouth. Kill. ”

With this order, all the killers around him were full of murderous energy, and a pair of bloodthirsty and hungry wolf-like eyes stared at Song Hexuan and Jun Hanyu and others, in the eyes of these people, Song Hexuan and others were undoubtedly fat on the chopping board, and tonight, these three people were dead.

The murderous aura that all the killers fused into one thought that Song Hexuan would crush over, and they believed that as long as they were not congenital masters, then anyone who faced this majestic murderous aura would have to kneel, without exception.

One minute passed, two minutes passed, five minutes passed. Song Hexuan was still standing in the place just now with the black iron rod, his waist was not sore, his legs were not painful, and he was completely like a nobody. On the contrary, the killers on the other side felt a little wrong.

"Just kidding, the master has also practiced. When cultivating the Blood Sword Sutra, what kind of murderous aura has I never seen, just your crooked melon and jujube thing, don't say it's a blood knife, even the cultivation illusion of the Blood Sword Sutra can't be compared. ”

Song Hexuan was thinking about Zhengmei, and suddenly saw that there was a person in the crowd opposite who raised his hand and suddenly fell.

"Not good."

In an instant, all the killers began to slowly move towards Song Hexuan. And at this time, it can be clearly seen that these killers are divided into three parts, the first part is bare-handed, and the second part has all kinds of weapons, swords, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks. And in the third part, their weapon is very strange, which is a butterfly-shaped double thorn.

Just when the people on both sides were concentrating and preparing to attack, Jun Hanyu, who was lying on the bed, suddenly began to cough. And at the moment when Song Hexuan was slightly distracted, the battle began again.

I have to say that the timing of this group of killers was really just right, so they chose to shoot at the moment of Song Hexuan's clone.

Although the Heart-Destroying Palm and the White Bone Ghost Palm belonging to the Killing Village were bare-handed, they were indeed the first to arrive at Song Hexuan's side, and the pale white palm without a trace of blood and the heart-destroying palm that was as red as blood were imprinted towards Song Hexuan's heart at the same time.

At the same time, the two people of the two murderous villages began to interfere with Song Hexuan with seven evil in their hands, forcing him to be unable to defend.

The chilling palm wind with the unique yin aura of Murder Zhuang Neigong instantly attacked Song Hexuan, forehead, heart, waist, throat, in an instant, four people shot at the same time, and at the same time chose four different key points on Song Hexuan's body, which shows how terrifying this group of killers is.

Although Song Hexuan fell into a life-and-death dilemma at this moment, he was not in a hurry at this time, a trace of evil sneer slipped on his cold lips, and the iron rod in his hand flew again.

In the face of the attacks that came from all over his body, Song Hexuan did not retreat but advanced, and stepped out and bowed down. A black iron rod was carried behind his back by his backhand, flipping the stick and dancing. The thick purple glow true qi brought up a piece of purple qi under the dance of the stick.

Under the moonlight, the hunting wind coerced the fierce enemy Xuantie rod flashed a faint cold light, and suddenly as if he had found the direction, he instantly broke out and hit the chest of one of the killers in the killing village.

Click.

The killer who was knocked out shattered his sternum and his heart was cut off, ending his life without any respite.

He glanced at the rest of the killers, and then at the blood that kept falling from his iron bar. Song Hexuan's bewitching eyes shone with excitement.

"Go on, I'm going to see who lives and who dies tonight."

After saying this, Song Hexuan withdrew his stick and swung his stick, and the strong purple Xia Gang qi drove the awe-inspiring stick wind, destroying the already small space more completely.

Looking up at the moonlight in the sky, the leader of the killers frowned for the first time since entering the room. The leader knew that they had been delayed in this little brothel, and if they could not complete their assigned tasks tonight, the fate could be imagined.

A pair of dark and cold eyes glanced at Song Hexuan, who was playing vigorously in the field, and then at the big bed that had always been blocked by him, and the most cheap couldn't help but have an inexplicable sneer.

In the face of the killers who kept killing, even Song Hexuan, who had practiced the three major internal skills, couldn't help but feel a little tired.

Looking at the killers who surrounded him again, Song Hexuan spun the stick this time, threw the Xuantie stick in his hand into the air, and at the same time secretly used the Qi control style of the Yanyang Sword Technique, and used the Qi Control Stick to knock all the killers who surrounded him away, but this time it can be said that it was a bit of a lose-lose.

Although Zixia Gong is helpful for healing, it can also have a miraculous effect on enemies with empty internal strength. However, Song Hexuan is just one person after all, as the saying goes: this tiger can't stand the wolves. Therefore, this time, after the enemy was shot away with the qi imperial stick, Song Hexuan's own body was also surging with internal force, and a mouthful of blood also came to his mouth, but he was forced to press down.

There was a loud bang.

Song Hexuan looked back, and it turned out that the leader just now had crossed him at some point and quietly came to the bedside.

"Die."

Sen Leng's long sword was mixed with the killer's strong murderous aura, like a bright moon cutting through the dark world.

At this moment, Song Hexuan was really disgusted, wishing that it was himself who was sitting on the bed, and the iron rod in his hand also stopped at this moment. "Nope." An angry roar erupted from Song Hexuan's throat frantically, and the sound came more than a mile away.

Song Hexuan stopped, but the killer won't, these people won't give up such a good opportunity, and now Song Hexuan is full of flaws. So, at this moment, at least dozens of attacks came towards Song Hexuan, who was stunned in place.

"Poof."

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

The leader looked at the big gun that came out of his stomach, and he couldn't figure out what he was wrong. These two people are obviously already

At this critical moment, the little beggar Murong who was originally lying on the bed suddenly attacked, and used the last strength of his body to swing this shot, but fortunately, he succeeded. The other Jun Hanyu, who was dancing a cold sword made of frost, set up a circle of ice picks beside Song Hexuan, blocking most of the attacks for him.

"Brother, do your best. The rest is up to you. ”

After this blow, both of them lay on the ground and fell unconscious.

If you talk about Song Hexuan's mood at this time, the tears of joy can no longer be described. He didn't expect it, he really didn't expect it to be like this.

Turning his head, a pair of obsidian-like eyes exuded a cold and fierce light, and a flash of cold killing intent told these people that Song Hexuan was very angry now, and the consequences were very serious.

"Evil Wind Slaughterer."

At this moment, Song Hexuan was not hiding, under the mighty purple qi of Zixia Gong, a blood-red murderous aura and a dark evil aura began to appear.

The original killers were frightened at this moment, and in their eyes, the original innocent and upright teenager suddenly changed, cold-blooded, crazy, and evil. In an instant, the evil wind suddenly rose, whether it was evil or not, and in a pair of hands that had lost their blood, the iron rod was constantly dancing.

Under the concerted efforts of Song Hexuan's three major internal skills, the power of the method of seeking defeat is simply incomparable, and at this moment, Song Hexuan is arrogant and seeking defeat but cannot get it. Under this recovering momentum, all the killers in the Lin Ling Pavilion died without exception.

Not far away, the Heavenly Demon Lord Xuanyuan Tianwu, who had been silently paying attention to this room, shook his head when he saw this, and sighed secretly: It's really still young and immature.

Da, da

There was a sound of footsteps in the darkness, and a man in white clothes walked over with pieces of fluttering clothes, and said to Xuanyuan Tianwu.

"What's the matter, what a head-shake. This sentimental look is not what you Xuanyuan Tianwu should have. ”

The two of them seem to be very familiar, and the man does not have the slightest respect for this Heavenly Demon Lord of Nian Luoba, but has a kind of love for the younger generation.

Gently taking a sip of the already cold tea in his hand, Xuanyuan Tianwu turned around and went back to the house.

"Seventh Master, when did your old man start teasing us juniors, hurry up and leave, if you don't leave, I estimate that the killer caused by that kid's roar just now will arrive."