The State of Song, one of the twelve vassal states, was controlled by the Marquis of Wushuang.

Wushuang Hou is the monk who obtained the Heavenly Rank Primary Exercises in the Candle Dragon Palace.

For the inheritance of the Candle Dragon Palace, it can be said that no one cares more than him.

He had truly felt the benefits of the Candle Dragon Palace. It can be said that it is precisely because of the Heavenly Rank Exercises of the Candle Dragon Hall that he can sit firmly on the throne of the princes.

Wushuang Hou, whose real name is Qin Wushuang, was once a small city lord, and during that trip to the Candle Dragon Palace, he was lucky enough to get a Heavenly Rank Exercise and began his journey against the sky.

In a very short period of time, the city lord, the lord of the mansion, the generalissimo, and finally sat on the throne of the princes, which can be called a legend.

This time, the Song Kingdom came to compete for the inheritance, the little marquis of the Song Kingdom, Qin Wushuang's son, Qin Yu.

Qin Yu also cultivated the Heavenly Rank Exercises, and his strength was extremely powerful.

"Little Hou Ye, what are you doing here. Wang Sicheng's face was very ugly, but he didn't expect that a inheritance would attract the little marquis of the Song Kingdom.

"I came, of course, to retrieve my father's inheritance. Qin Yu's natural tone made Wang Sicheng very unhappy.

What does it mean to get your father's inheritance back? Is that your father's thing?

However, Wang Sicheng didn't dare to really scold it, his father is a peerless marquis, there is no accident, this is the future marquis.

As for himself, even if his strength is strong, unless he kills that brother, he will not be able to take his turn.

There's no way, who let himself be a kind born of a wine girl. When the time comes, where will Wang Zhonghou's face go?

"Little Hou Ye, this inheritance is not your father's, it is someone else's. Wang Sicheng glanced at Meng Qianjun and said.

"Kill him and take him over, isn't it?" Qin Yu's words caused Meng Qianjun's killing intent to explode and sweep the spot.

"You try. Meng Qianjun pointed at Qinyu without fear.

Not to mention the son of the Hou Ye, even if it is the king of heaven, you have to give him a sword to see if he hurts.

Qin Yu looked at Meng Qianjun, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "The dog who lost his family, what a way." ”

After speaking, Qin Yu took out a cyan spear and a five-grade weapon from the storage bag, and faced Meng Qianjun with a gun.

Qin Yu also has an extraordinary first step of cultivation, and the bonus of the Heavenly Rank Exercise makes him strong.

I saw that Qin Yu was in the three-zhang position, the air was boiling, and an invisible momentum was rising, stirring the wind and clouds.

"Kill. ”

Meng Qianjun burst into tears, shot first, and slashed at Qinyu with a sword.

The sword light was like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it came to Qin Yu's eyebrows, and he was very ruthless.

Qin Yu's face was expressionless, and with a swing of the spear, he blocked the sword light.

"That's it, you might as well hand over the inheritance. ”

"I want it, I want to exchange my life. ”

Meng Qianjun's killing intent erupted, and a black aura rose into the sky.

A sword carrying a killing sword intent stabbed directly at Qin Yu.

Qin Yu felt the killing sword intent, and his face suddenly became solemn. Clenched the spear with both hands, rose into the sky, and smashed it towards Meng Qianjun.

"Boom"

It was like an explosion, rolling up a monstrous amount of smoke and dust. Meng Qianjun and Qin Yu both retreated nearly a hundred zhang.

Standing still, the two looked at each other with solemn faces.

The fight just now gave the two a first understanding of each other's strength.

Difficult and quite difficult to deal with.

"Come again. Qin Yu waved his spear and killed Meng Qianjun again.

Meng Qianjun had Qingfeng in his hand, without fear. A sword is as fast as a sword, and it keeps slashing towards Qinyu.

The battle between the two made the monks present dizzying.

"This Qin Yu is worthy of being the son of the Marquis of Wushuang, and he can resist the artistic conception of killing. Xiao Jinru looked at Qin Yu with a solemn face.

Killing sword intent, even he is not willing to touch it.

"Meng Qianjun is not worth mentioning except for the killing sword intent. Wang Sicheng shook his head, looked at Meng Qianjun who had exploded with murderous intent and said.

However, it was this killing sword intent that made many monks of the same rank jealous of Meng Qianjun.

Wang Sicheng also had to admit that Meng Qianjun was a genius and dared to comprehend the killing sword intent.

In the field, the two fought fast, and in the blink of an eye, they exchanged nearly 100 moves, which was dizzying.

"What are you still looking at, don't go yet, behead him first, and then make sure that the inheritance is real. Taking the time, Qin Yu looked at the three people who were standing aside and watching the excitement, and said with an ugly face.

Damn, I'm fighting to the death, you guys are good, watch from the wall, do you want to be a fisherman?

"Haha, what the little marquis said is extremely true. Wang Sicheng laughed, waved a pair of glowing fists, and smashed at Meng Qianjun.

At the same time, Lei Zhuang and Xiao Jinru began to move at the same time, each using their own means to besiege Meng Qianjun.

Meng Qianjun fought alone against the four transcendental, and the scene was precarious.

"Poof. ”

The chest was hit by Wang Sicheng's fist, and a mouthful of essence blood spurted out, and Meng Qianjun's face was snow-white.

"Mansion Master. ”

Seeing that Meng Qianjun vomited blood and was injured, Ting Lao and Lu Feng's faces changed greatly, and Lu Feng even scolded.

"Shameless thing, four people besieged one person. ”

Ting Lao "choked" and pulled out a pitch-black sword and rose into the sky, wanting to help Meng Qianjun.

"It's just a mystery, and I dare to make a move. ”

Lei Zhuang waved his hand, and his palm emitted light, hitting Ting Lao.

"Poof"

The old man came and went quickly, a mouthful of essence blood spurted out, and his face was as pale as paper.

"Elder Ting, how are you?" Lu Feng picked up Elder Ting and asked with a worried face.

"I'm fine, cough. Before he finished speaking, he spurted out a mouthful of blood again.

"You two get out of the way, it's too early for them to kill me. ”

After speaking, the killing intent on Meng Qianjun's body became even more violent, like a tornado, sweeping nearly ten zhang around his body.

Looking from afar, Meng Qianjun seemed to be wrapped in a black curtain and did not see the light of day.

Meng Qianjun's face was hideous, and he couldn't hold back the sanity of being attacked by the killing.

"Kill. ”

With monstrous killing intent, Meng Qianjun rushed towards the four transcendentals.

"Stubborn resistance, dying struggle. ”

Lei Zhuang looked at Meng Qianjun, who was wrapped in killing intent, and said disdainfully.

Indeed, the four people present are all in the first step of transcendence, and it is difficult to defeat Meng Qianjun alone.

In the final analysis, Meng Qianjun's strength is not strong. His strength lies in the fact that he is crazy, and even the king of heaven dares to fight.

Coupled with his killing sword intent, this is Meng Qianjun's capital. In terms of strength alone, if he is at the same level as Meng Tu, he will not be able to catch Meng Tu's sword.

Meng Qianjun didn't have a good teacher at all, and over the years, he had completely relied on the first-level primary exercises he had obtained from the Meng family to cultivate to the point where he was now.

If there is no good opportunity, he may stay at the first step of transcendence in his life.

Soon, Meng Qianjun was injured and fell to the ground in the hands of the four transcendents, even if he fell into the artistic conception of killing, it was useless.

"Meng Qianjun, hand over the inheritance. Qin Yu shot away the storm of killing intent, and said with the tip of the gun against Meng Qianjun's chest.

Meng Qianjun's white hair was flying, his face was covered with blood, he ignored the tip of the gun on his chest, and squeezed out two words from the corners of his mouth.

"Dreaming. ”

"Shame on the face. After Qin Yu finished speaking, he used a force in his hand, and the tip of the spear penetrated through Meng Qianjun's chest.

In an instant, blood shot out, and a large hole appeared in Meng Qianzai's chest.

Meng Qianjun grabbed the barrel of the gun, his eyes were red, and he looked at Qin Yu with a cruel smile and shouted, "Go die." ”

After speaking, the long sword in his hand was slashed down.

This lightning-like sword made Qin Yu's face change suddenly, and he only had time to turn his head and avoid the fatal point.

"Ding. ”

The sword body landed on Qin Yu's shoulder, making a "clanging" sound. I saw that inside and outside Qin Yu's clothes, there was a layer of golden armor.

It was this armor that kept Qin Yu uninjured.

Qin Yu pulled out his spear and brought a string of snowflakes: "Since you don't pay it, then go and die." ”

After speaking, the spear swept and went straight to Meng Qianjun's neck.

"Wait. ”

The "Huh" spear stopped in front of Meng Qianjun, bringing a gust of cold wind, causing Meng Qianjun's white hair to fly wantonly.

Qin Yu turned his head to look, only to see Wang Sicheng walking over slowly, looking at Qin Yu and saying, "Little Marquis, wouldn't it be cheaper to kill him like this?"

"Then what do you say?" Qin Yu looked at Wang Sicheng's eyes full of inquiry.

"Skinning, cramping, cutting off limbs, careful interrogation, of course. Wang Sicheng looked at Meng Qianjun with a sneer.

"Damn, it's so vicious. When a monk heard Wang Sicheng's suggestion, he couldn't help but feel a chill.

"Haha, Meng Qianjun, you also have today. Wang Sicheng's eyes looked at Meng Qianjun, full of happiness.

"I'm afraid you don't want to interrogate, but you want to take advantage of our unpreparedness to seize the inheritance. Lei Zhuang walked over and said with a sneer.

"For interrogation, the four of us must be present. Xiao Jinru also walked over and said.

"How could it be. Wang Sicheng smiled awkwardly.

Indeed, as Lei Zhuang said, he has a little bit of caution in his heart.

However, this little bit of caution obviously doesn't work in front of these elites.

"Let's talk about it, Meng Killing God. Wang Sicheng teased.

Meng Qianjun lowered his head, the blood at the corner of his mouth was pulled into silk threads, and he was silent as death.

"Don't force me to cut off your limbs. Wang Sicheng's face was full of hideousness, and he exuded murderous aura.

"Meng Qianjun is finished, cut off his limbs, and even if he survives, he will be crippled. Seeing this scene, some monks shook their heads, looking at Meng Qianjun with sympathy.

"Hugh hurts the head of my house. Ignoring the injuries on his body, Ting Lao rushed over brandishing his weapon.

Lu Feng followed on the side, and at the same time had the idea of dying.

As Ting Lao said, his life was given by the lord of the house, and there is nothing to be afraid of dying for the lord of the house.

"Ant-like things, if you want to die, I will fulfill you. ”

Wang Sicheng punched Ting Lao and Lu Feng.

"Poof"

Elder Ting and Lu Feng both vomited blood, and the sound of broken bones came from their bodies.

"Meng Qianjun, you can't bear to watch your subordinates die like this, as long as you hand over the inheritance, I will spare their lives. ”

A ruthless smile appeared on the corner of Wang Sicheng's mouth, making people have no doubt that he would definitely do what he said.

Silence, deathly silence.

"Kill him, search him. ”

Qin Yu was waiting on the sidelines in annoyance, and a shot stabbed at Meng Qianjun's eyebrows.

"But, what if the inheritance is hidden by him?" Lei Zhuang held the spear and looked at Qin Yu and said.

"Then what do you say?" Qin Yu asked rhetorically.

"Hehe, just do as I say. Wang Sicheng took out a big knife and slowly walked towards Meng Qianjun.

Meng Qianjun was drenched in blood, ignoring the arrival of Wang Sicheng, his white hair was scattered, he looked up at the sky, and muttered to himself: "Dad, big brother, family, we will be reunited soon." ”

At that moment, a long howl came from afar.

"Inheritance is here, if there is a kind, come and get ......"