At the same time, the drunken man frowned and broke out of the door.

The moment he went out, his eyes froze instantly, and he saw that not far from the side hall, a figure fell to the ground, blood flowed out of his mouth, and he was no longer breathing.

Not far from his hand, a cloud of greenish-purple dust was spilling out of the wind.

"Humph!"

The drunken madman snorted coldly in his mouth, and his heart was slightly cold, he was afraid that he was the one who was monitoring Hong'er, or Wu Qiuming at the same time, and found that the changes in the matter were beyond the limit of what he could solve, so he directly killed people and killed them.

Not only that, but he didn't even let go of himself.

"These people are really ruthless. ”

The drunken madman calculated in his heart, his body moved, he stepped into the air, and his majestic divine consciousness directly poured out, probing the suspicious people around him.

But apart from a few guards in the distance, there were no warriors anywhere in the palace.

When there was no gain, he returned to the temple in a drunken madness.

Hong'er in front of Jun Yi didn't finish his words, the brilliance in his eyes gradually dimmed, his lips were also covered with a layer of purple, a touch of bloodlet blood flowed out of his mouth, and his voice stopped abruptly.

"Poof!"

Hong'er fell to the ground, her head slamming to the ground, and she didn't breathe anymore.

"It turned out that it was all fake"

Wu Qiuming muttered in his mouth, and the body embedded in the ice tree did not struggle at all, but his face under the cloak was full of hideousness and gloom.

"Tick Tick"

Several drops of blood dripped from the corners of Wu Qiuming's mouth, and on top of some ice crystals, a layer of crimson crossed.

"Ridiculous"

Wu Qiuming's breath was sluggish, and it was not enough to describe it as a gossamer, and in just a few breaths, he didn't even have the strength to raise his head.

"I'm unwilling"

Listening to the last words of struggle in his mouth, his head hung down sharply, his eyes stared down wide, but no breath came out, and his body gradually became cold.

Jun Yi's eyes converged, his eyes closed slightly, thinking about all kinds of incidents.

"Childe. ”

Mo Yiqian hesitated slightly, and said softly on his side: "Wu Yuze, dead." ”

"Got it. ”

Jun Yi sighed lightly, he already knew when Wu Yuze died.

Decades of layout, decades of calculations, the revenge of killing his father in his heart is already in front of him, and once this matter is over, he can smoothly let Wu Zhengxiu ascend to the throne and plot to seal the future.

Even he didn't expect that the son he was worried about and carefully protected would be so wolf-hearted.

In the face of death, anyone would be afraid, he could understand, but he didn't expect that his own protection and his own caution would be so ridiculous in the eyes of his own son.

The emperor is ruthless, presumably he regrets it at this moment, regrets that he is affectionate, and regrets that he is not ruthless enough.

"Click"

The drunken madman raised his hand slightly, and the ice blue giant tree began to shrink, and the little ice crystals disappeared into the wine gourd in his hand like a dream.

Let Wu Qiuming fall to the ground.

Jun Yi glanced at the palace, just sighed lightly, without any nostalgia, took the lead in stepping out, facing the rising sun gradually rising in the sky, and walked away.

"Inform the Dong family that from today onwards, take over Wufeng. ”

............

Sin Sword Mountain, Sin Sword Sect.

In the past, the holy place in the heart of the sword cultivator, now, is actually a war raging in the sky, the pungent smoke has no dust, and the bloody stumps that pierce the eyes are mixed together at will, which is shocking.

In the entire Sin Sword Sect, from every corner, there was a slight roaring and exploding sound from time to time, and the violent power pushed sideways in all directions, and none of the many disciples under the elders could move forward.

There are even people who have fled the sect under the cover of many senior brothers.

These black-clothed warriors seem to be fierce, but they are all cunning and never fight hard with others.

If you miss a hit, you will retreat and hide, and another person will step forward, and the cycle will start over and over again.

Even seized the opportunity, several people shot at the same time and killed the elders of the Sin Sword Sect.

For a while, many elders of the Sin Sword Sect could only walk in a group and resist carefully, but the people who came to attack acted strangely, and there were quite a lot of them, and if they were not careful, they were still somewhat injured.

The courtyard of the back mountain of the Sin Sword Sect.

Several figures staggered and fought, swords and swords roared vertically and horizontally, bursts of power collided and erupted, the mountain trembled, and the entire courtyard was turned upside down.

"Boom!"

A huge roar was heard again, and the furious power seemed to push everything sideways, and the air around it was suppressed and condensed.

"Snort"

Xia Ze's figure retreated, the Dusk Cloud Sword in his hand trembled slightly, and his eyes stared at the black-clothed warrior in front of him, with a solemn expression.

"The best spiritual weapon!"

Xia Ze said lightly, his eyes fell on the short sword in the hand of the black-clothed warrior, and the rain flowed one after another, lingering around the short sword, and there was still a little cold of rain in the lightness.

"Who are you from the Shui family?"

Xia Ze was careful to be on guard, and the sword qi around his body was vertical and horizontal, and the white sword rays were circulating uncertainly, forming a circle of sword qi aura.

The black-clothed warrior did not respond, but leaned forward slightly, pressing forward with his left hand, holding the short sword with his right hand, holding it with his backhand, the killing intent was surging, and the surrounding air moved in the wind, gradually becoming humid, and the atmosphere was solemn.

"Bang!"

"Hmm"

Suddenly, two muffled grunts came from the darkness, and the two black-clothed figures quickly retreated.

At the same time, two cold sword intents erupted in an instant, as if they were about to cut off the heavens and the earth, reflecting the night like day, and the cold sword intent roared out, with a murderous aura.

"Buzz"

The black-clothed figure on the left side retreated sideways, raised the flying knife in his hand and started it, the huge force shook the tiger's mouth, and when he saw the sword intent killing, his eyes suddenly became firm, as if he had made a difficult decision.

The black-clothed warrior's body in the air did not stop, his left hand was raised, and several flying knives circled around his body, violently exerting force, and between the spiritual power shocks, the flying knives shattered, and pieces of blades flashing with cold light rose into the air, surging towards the flying knives in his right hand.

"Click!!"

When it was too late, several crisp voices came, and I saw that the blades were together, end to end, and a cold blade long sword appeared.

The black-clothed warrior shook it suddenly, grabbed it in his hand, his body flipped and flashed, his head raised, the cold light in his eyes shot out, and the long sword closed his body and slashed at it.

A crescent moon sword suddenly flashed out, and the sword was faintly mixed with a little crimson blood, and the anger gushed out.

"Boom!"

The swords and rays are connected, and its huge power pushes across all directions like a mountain and a sea.

At the same time, the other sword also arrived in front of the black-clothed warrior on the right, his strength was slightly inferior to the means of his companions, but it was definitely not a soft persimmon.

I felt that the cold of the pitch-black short stick in his hand was getting stronger, and it was clearly night, but the pitch-black color of the reflection of his short stick was even slightly better.

As the black light gradually thickens, a strange aroma of wine gradually wafts out, and between the nose, it makes people fascinated.

The black-clothed warrior raised his hand and waved his stick, and under the night, there seemed to be a huge stick phantom gradually condensing, and then smashed down, fiercely rushing towards the sword.

Under the giant stick, the surrounding air was instantly compressed, and a feeling of suffocation came to the face, and its strength was so great that it seemed to have the power to destroy the world and shock the heart.

"Boom!"

The two connected, the surrounding sky shook, and the dust flew under the Sin Sword Mountain.

"Snort"

Suddenly, an abrupt tearing sound came, and when the phantom of the giant stick was about to blur and dissipate, a sword slashed out, directly splitting the giant stick in two.

The black-clothed warrior's eyes trembled slightly, his body and flesh trembled faintly, and that blow had almost exhausted all his strength, but the gap between the realms,

Still can't cross.

Seeing the sword falling, he had no power to fight back.

At this moment, the moist air spread, and wisps of faint rain flooded it, and the figure of the sword-wielding warrior flashed, until it was close, and as soon as he lifted the warrior, he dodged back and retreated, without any love and fighting.

"Poof!"

A crisp cutting sound came, and the boulder behind everyone had been halved by everything, and a sword mark appeared on the ground, and the sword mark on the boulder was as smooth as a mirror, and the moonlight fell, and the cold light appeared.

In the dust, two white-bearded old men walked out slowly, the long sword in their hands was simple and unpretentious, but the chill that emanated from it faintly made people's hearts tremble.

Wherever the two passed, there was not a trace of dust approaching, and all of them were pushed out horizontally, which was quite like a fairy wind and bones.

"Zhong Xiuming and He Liqun, the two old monsters, are too strong. ”

The black-clothed warrior holding a short stick saw the two of them walk out, his eyes were solemn, and he was faintly jealous, and said in a deep voice: "The sky is white, it's almost." ”

"Retreat!"

As soon as the short sword in the black-clothed warrior's hand was retracted, he took the lead in retreating along with his companions, and the black-clothed warrior on the left moved his body, and a few dodges disappeared into the darkness.

"Humph!"

Xia Ze saw that he made a mistake at this step, and he wanted to catch up, but the white-bearded old man waved his hand slightly and stopped him.

"Call"

Suddenly, a loud and sharp whistle suddenly sounded, spreading throughout the entire Sin Sword Sect, and it did not disperse for a long time.

Soon, as the whistle fell, the sound of the fight in the Sin Sword Sect gradually became quieter, and the roaring majesty also subsided and converged, leaving only the fire and dust in his eyes.

"Elder He, why don't you chase it?"

Xia Ze frowned, put away the Dusk Cloud Sword, and felt a little unwilling in his heart, the three black-clothed warriors clearly had no strength to continue to resist, as long as they made a move, they would definitely be able to take it down.

"Chasing?"

He Liqun snorted coldly, raised his hand and fell with a sword, but the night in front of him was like a mirror being divided, and a little cold breath overflowed.

"Do you really think he's going to do nothing?"

"So what?"

Xia Ze was disdainful, and he didn't take it seriously with such a method.

"Could there be no ambush outside the sect?"

Zhong Xiuming's old voice slowly spoke, and his indifferent words made the air around him sink slightly, obviously a little unhappy in his heart.

Xia Ze was rejected one after another, his face sank slightly, but he didn't speak again, the matter had come to this point, it was useless to say more, his flickering eyes looked at the dark night in front of him, and his heart was depressed.

I didn't expect the Shui family to really dare to fight back, and the strength they showed was also dignified.

"Tonight they were just harassing. ”

He Liqun said lightly, without any emotional fluctuations on his face: "The death of the elders of the sect, or part of their venting, let the rest of the elders be vigilant. ”

"The man in black with a short stick should be the drunkard from Cangxuanzong, right?"

Zhong Xiuming answered casually, with a slight thoughtful look in his eyes: "He once betrayed Cangxuanzong and joined the Mochou Inn, the change of the mainland, I didn't expect the Mochou Inn to start standing in line so early." ”

"Heh, you don't know that it is a good inheritance of the old thing's means, at least it is beginning to take shape. ”

He Liqun's face was a little disdainful, and his eyes were even more ruthless, and he said indifferently: "Maybe it's been too long, you don't know that you have forgotten the origin of Mochou Inn, it's time for him to learn a lesson." ”

"Tonight's event, we have to inform the entire Beicang that the bigger the matter, the better, so that we won't be hindered from making a move. ”

Zhong Xiuming opened his mouth lightly, a touch of crimson flashed in his eyes, and then he pressed it down.

The voice fell, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was slightly dull, but after just a few breaths, He Liqun and Zhong Xiuming walked away, and the rest of the things were not for them to worry about.