The two sides confronted each other, but saw the sword light and sword shadow, and the remnants of the leaves flew wildly.

As one person after another fell down, the number of people on the side of Murong Mansion was rapidly decreasing, and the encirclement was only three zhang square.

The last few guards struggled to support, but they were all injured on their bodies, and their physical strength had obviously decreased significantly, and they couldn't hold on for long.

"Later, we will fight this life to tear open a hole and send the master out!" One spat out a mouthful of blood, gritted his teeth and lowered his voice to explain.

The others glanced at each other and understood what he meant.

They have a thunder bomb on their bodies, which is supposed to be used as a backup in times of crisis, but this thunder bomb alone cannot make everyone escape smoothly, so they can only seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and take advantage of the greatest.

To say that they are not afraid of death, if they do not exist, if they are loyal to Murong Mansion, they were originally just to support their families and make ends meet.

But at this time, they had only this choice.

Because even if any of them live, it is to pick up a life for nothing, and if it is Murong Zhao who lives, even if they die, according to Master Murong's personality, at least their parents and children's lives in the future can be regarded as settled, and they will not be too difficult.

Almost at the same moment, everyone made the same decision.

"Good!"

A good word is like a bell, with an indescribable tragic desolation.

Not far away, the man in white stood quietly, among the green trees, fluttering like a fairy, as if isolated from the world, not stained with dust.

Su Mu's dark eyes narrowed slightly, seeing that the fight over there was almost coming to an end, if nothing else, the people of Murong Mansion would never be able to escape this difficulty.

And he also saw the strangeness of the guards in Murong Mansion in his eyes, his sword eyebrows moved slightly, his left hand turned into the wind, the temperature around him instantly dropped by several points, and a thin seedling branch next to him was raised on his wide sleeve, and suddenly it no longer swayed back and forth as if it was frozen.

Murong Zhao still can't die, it's not that Su Musha has any good feelings for him and needs to make him take action, but he is afraid that the little girl will come back and settle accounts with himself.

After all, behind Murong Zhao, it is related to "The World Returns to the Yuan" and a group of mysterious people.

Therefore, Su Musha is actually ready, and once an accident happens, he will take action directly.

As for why he had to wait for the end, it was because Su Sanshao thought that everyone else was an irrelevant person, so what did he have to do with him?

However, at this time, the mutation protruded.

The guards of Murong Mansion made a decision, and immediately did not hesitate, when they took out a thunder bomb from their arms, they and the others secretly prepared, and when the time came, they rushed in one direction, protecting Murong Zhao to rush out of the encirclement first, and then carry him to death until Murong Zhao escaped.

The man in black on the other side is also impatient, although this side is in a remote place, but the commotion is too big, it is difficult to ensure that other people do not find out, and when the time comes, there will be help, which is very unfavorable for them.

"Grass you a group of grandsons, give Lao Tzu to die...... Ahh

didn't say anything, and even kept throwing his arm out, when suddenly blood splattered, spilling on the man's own face and on the skin of the two people around him.

The blood is still body warm, and when it falls on the face, it is hot, as if it can burn people's skin.

One of them wiped his face, looked up for some reason, and saw a black object draw a parabola in the air, and called a man in black on the opposite side to catch it steadily, and he fixed his eyes, and suddenly his eyes widened, and his face was full of misery.

"Ahh My hand ......"

He twisted his stiff neck, only to realize that the screams came from his side, and it was his own person who had just said that he was going to throw thunder bombs.

The shock change was in the blink of an eye, and the people of Murong Mansion watched as the counterattack in the last desperate situation just now was easily handled by the other party, not so much that they were trapped beasts, but that they had become meat on the chopping board, leaving them to the point of being slaughtered.

Despair surged up like a tidal wave, and suddenly there was no desire to fight, and the knife in his hand softened little by little, full of powerlessness.

A thought flashed in their hearts at the same time: Anyway, right, what's the point of resisting desperately, sooner or later it will be a death, die, die......

The man in black seemed to see through their thoughts, and sneered: "A group of cowards, bring something to give you a good time." ”

As a martial arts practitioner, when you have the spirit of a martial artist, even if you are bruised, facing a desperate situation, or how terrifying you are, you should fight until the last moment, even if you have the last breath left, at least you must maintain your dignity.

When you lift the sword, you are destined to encounter life and death challenges, if you are not defeated in a fight, the heart of a warrior is dead, even if you are lucky to survive in the future, you will not do anything again, because you are not worthy of being a warrior.

Like these guards in Murong Mansion, they said that they were afraid of death, and they were also ready to die, and even decided to exchange their own death for Murong Zhao's life.

But when the last hope was also extinguished, they were still discouraged after all, and the heart of a warrior was instantly extinguished.

"This friend, please let my subordinates go, and I'll go with you." The old mellow voice, steady and atmospheric, seems slightly weird in such a scene.

The man in black who took the lead waved his hand, and everyone stopped, and the sound of swords clashing was gone, only the low wail of pain and the rapid gasping of falling to the ground after losing their strength.

"I know what you want, only I can get it, let's go." Murong Zhao's robe flicked and he took the first step, his face was calm, his face had not changed, his cloudy eyes were quiet and introverted, full of boundless wisdom, and he was also a profound open-mindedness that embraced everything.

"Master, don't ......" The guard who lost a broken arm covered his stump arm, his face was pale because of the pain, cold sweat was dripping on his forehead, and when he saw that Murong Zhao really wanted to follow the man in black, he still gritted his teeth to stop it.

Among the few people who survived, he followed Murong Zhao for the longest time, and Murong Zhao had the grace of knowing him, so he was usually very loyal, even if he broke a hand, he still wanted to fight his last breath to resist, he guessed that others should soon be able to discover the abnormality here, and send someone over, how long can it be delayed at this time, even if he dies, it is also to repay Murong Zhao's kindness.

Murong Zhao stretched out his hand and patted the man, and said in a deep voice: "If you are not lightly injured, go back for treatment, and I will go back when I go." ”

The tone was relaxed, as if the man in black was really like inviting him to go over and have a cup of tea, but everyone knew that this time, I am afraid that there will be no return!

"Let them go, or you won't get anything." Murong Zhao's eyes swept to the opposite side sharply, the old man's face was full of wrinkles, his white hair was like silver threads, but he was still full of energy, and his tone of voice was strong with an undeniable beak.

The man in black looked at each other, and the leader lowered his eyebrows and eyes, giving birth to a bit of evil energy, and after thinking for a moment, he raised two fingers and swung back.

The enclosed circle immediately opened a gap, which could be regarded as agreeing with Murong Zhao's words.

"Old man, don't fool around." The tone of the black-clothed man's urn voice was a little weird, and his eyes were gloomy, "You follow me to get it, these people will stay here, whether they can survive depends on whether you know each other." ”

Murong Zhao frowned, he could be sure that these people were not mysterious people who had secretly threatened him, but what were their origins?

"What? Don't want them to live? ”

The corner of the black-clothed man's mouth pulled up a cold arc, and the hand holding the long knife raised fiercely, slashing forward casually!

As the sword fell, the guards of the Murong Mansion exclaimed at the same time.

A human head rolled in a small half circle on the ground, and when it stopped, its face was facing up, its eyes were wide open, and its face was stunned.

Cold-blooded, ruthless, violent.

It seems that human life is not worth mentioning in their eyes.

At this time, the guards of Murong Mansion understood more clearly that these people really did what they said, and whoever they said they wanted, they would want whomever they wanted.

However, they no longer have the ability to resist, let alone the courage.

If they still had an advantage in numbers at the beginning, as the people around them fell down one by one, while their physical strength dissipated, fear and fear seeped in little by little......

Until the broken arm, until the human head......

They are no longer able to fight, and they are full of despair.

"People are doing, the sky is watching, life and death are reincarnated, good and evil are rewarded, and the sky does not spare the wicked!" Murong Zhao's word by word, pronounced from his chest, was heavy and vibrating, as if he could shake the mountain sky.

"You've got too much nonsense." The man in black disagreed, "You take him with you and go." ”

When he turned to leave, he glanced at one of the people next to him - kill the others, cut the grass and eradicate the roots!

Su Musha looked at everything indifferently, and when the man in black grabbed Murong Zhao's arm, he was originally about to make a move, but he hesitated for a moment and decided to follow and take a look first.

"The Return of the World" has an extremely powerful temptation for many people, after all, it is the secret of the supreme martial arts, who doesn't want to make martial arts famous and achieve fame?

However, this kind of evil skill Su Musha disdains it, and besides, he himself has learned extremely pure and decent kung fu, and the master is a sword saint headed by decency, like this kind of secret that people all over the world are rushing to Su Musha, and it is rubbish at all.

And although Shen Lingjun learned magic skills, it is completely different from "The World Returns to the Yuan", her kung fu is just to the yang, and she can burn the sky and destroy the earth, but she is the nemesis of those yin and evil kung fu.

Besides, the Yin old monster who holds "The Return of the World" is in front of the Sword Saint and the Demon Venerable, that is, he is a small man, as their daughter and apprentice, how can he look at such a secret book.

The reason why Su Musha secretly followed was to see if there was really a book, where Murong Zhao got it, and what unknown secrets were behind it.

The white clothes fluttered and swirled with the movement, and the sunlight shuttled through the leaves and fell on the top, bringing out prismatic light patterns, like lake water under the moon, calm and beautiful.

Su Musha originally didn't plan to pay attention to those people, and it had nothing to do with him whether he lived or died.

But if you don't die, the man in black who stayed behind said a word: "The people of the Central Plains are really soft eggs!" ”

After saying this, the man just raised his knife......

The shadow of the white clothes moved, and Su Musha suddenly flashed in front of him, and the frightened man's feet were weak, and he almost knelt on the ground.

Wocao, this person is a ghost, there is no movement!

The man looked up tremblingly, his heart clenching.

The person in front of him, with cold black eyes, an expressionless face, and a peerless appearance, seems to be descended from the heavens and can slaughter all demons.

"Fang Cai, what did you say?"