In the Hongguang Martial Arts Hall, the nine-stage martial artists, thousands of martial artists, and the elites of the capital, from the moment Zhang Luoyan fell, they were all doomed.

Previously, in order to prevent some spectators from sneaking into the martial arts hall, Luo Yantang's blockade of the martial arts hall was very fine, leaving almost no passage, and the main entrance had been blocked from the outside.

Of course, it's the demons who do this.

Xu Jia sent fifty demons into the martial arts hall this time to serve as human bomb carriers, but not all demons had to be blown up.

It's still easy to leave a small group to guard the various doorways and prevent the crowd inside from escaping.

And after the demons blew themselves up and died, the pilot would immediately connect to another batch of "cabins", which were transported early and placed not far from the capital.

With the speed of the demons, you can rush to the Hongguang Martial Arts Hall in ten minutes at most, and either capture or kill the remaining martial artists.

On the podium, in front of Zhang Luoyan's corpse, Xu Jia stepped forward and cut off Zhang Luoyan's head without hesitation.

Xu Jia, who is accustomed to seeing the big scenes of later generations, has always maintained a good habit of "mending the knife", and only by cutting off the enemy's head can he be more assured that the other party will not be resurrected or resurrected.

After doing all this, Yu Ying had already put away her long sword, and Xu Jia said to her: "There are still a few sixth- and seventh-stage ones in the martial arts hall, you go and solve them." ”

"Why don't you go?" you know that I will ......" Yu Ying snorted lightly, but she was able to kill Zhang Luoyan smoothly, and she still passed very obediently.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Jiacai turned his head and looked at Tang Zhen and Song Anjing who rushed in.

It wasn't until this time that Tang Zhen seemed to have recovered from the bad news of the teacher's death, and then drew his knife without saying a word and rushed in the direction of Xu Jia.

"Don't, you can't beat him......" Song Anjing hurriedly reached out to grab him, but Tang Zhen moved too fast and had already come to Xu Jia.

He is Zhang Luoyan's closed disciple, and of course he has inherited Zhang Luoyan's knife technique, as well as the indomitable momentum in the knife technique.

"I'm a disciple of the teacher, even if it's a dead ......"

The sword glowing with golden light flashed, and Tang Zhen's head rolled down to Song Anjing's feet.

Song Anjing's hands were trembling slightly, she stared at the scene in front of her in a daze, and then saw Xu Jia start to walk slowly towards this side.

Song Anjing is a very talented martial artist, and her actual combat experience is not small, but she does not have many opportunities to see blood in reality, let alone such a scene.

Master Zhang Luoyan's dissected chest, the bloody internal organs were still in front of him, and Tang Zhen, who was familiar with her, was touching her ankles, and the warm blood was wetting her trouser legs.

Seeing Xu Jia holding the long sword and approaching step by step, Song Anjing began to feel that her body was trembling.

"Where's the little guy from the Qingyu Clan?"

Just when Song Anjing's eyes were closed, thinking that she was going to be beheaded by a sword, Xu Jia's voice sounded in her ears.

Song Anjing didn't know what the "Qingyu Clan" was, but when she wanted to talk about the little guy, the figure of Zhu Jiu immediately jumped out of her mind.

Remembering that Zhu Jiu was also unattended by no one in this explosion, Song Anjing didn't care about why Xu Jia asked this, and hurriedly turned around and rushed over there.

After a while, Xu Jia followed Song Anjing and saw the little girl named Zhu Jiu before, but the latter appeared in a somewhat strange way.

She was pressed under a concrete ceiling, and when Xu Jia and the two arrived, she was crawling out unhurriedly, pushing the ceiling aside with some difficulty.

Seeing this scene, Song Anjing couldn't care about the injury on her back, and hurriedly stepped forward to pull Zhu Jiu out.

She is also a martial artist, and her strength is much greater than normal, and Xu Jia also stepped forward at this time and looked at the little girl Zhu Jiu with interest.

"What's your name?" Xu Jia asked suddenly.

The little girl didn't speak, just looked straight at Xu Jia, her gaze was still that pure gaze.

Song Anjing, who was afraid that Xu Jia would attack Zhu Jiu, hurriedly said: "Her name is Zhu Jiu, and she is ...... with Luo Yantang."

"Zhu Jiu? It's Candle Nine. Xu Jia laughed, and suddenly lifted the little girl's collar and pulled her neckline down.

Song Anjing was dizzy, almost thinking that Xu Jia was interested in such a young girl, until she saw a strange pattern on Candle Jiu's collarbone.

It was a dark purple totem tattoo that depicted a strange creature that looked like a dragon and was not a dragon, but it was soaring through the clouds.

If Song Anjing knew enough about ancient legends, she would know that this is a legendary mythical creature whose name is "Candle".

"Zhang Luoyan is lucky! It's a pity that I was cheaper in the end. Xu Jia lifted Candle Nine up, a smile on his face.

With Candle Nine here, the combat effectiveness of the Demon Corps can be further strengthened.

At this moment, a figure quickly rushed towards this side, still shouting: "Death!"

Song Anjing turned her head, she knew the person who rushed over, but it was a seventh-stage martial artist from Luoyantang, obviously seeing Xu Jia walking out of the podium, and guessing that he was the murderer.

This seventh-stage martial artist is extremely fast, and his shot is a life-fighting style, and he has no intention of backing down at all, and he wants to kill Xu Jia even if he doesn't want his life.

Xu Jia smiled, and even grabbed the candle nine next to him casually, and went directly to be the opponent's sword!

"What are you doing?!...... you ?" Song Anjing exclaimed, but how could she stop Xu Jia's movements, she could only watch as a sword slashed into Candle Jiu's face.

How great is the strength of the seventh-stage martial artist, under normal circumstances, not to mention a little girl in Candle Jiu, even if a martial artist of the same level uses his face as a martial artist, he can only have the way of breaking his head and bleeding.

Surprisingly, this sword failed to cut off Candle Jiu's head, but only split her face, and then she was stuck in the skull.

Xu Jia's movements were not slow at all, as if he had expected this to be the case, and the change of hands was a "ghost bush" shot.

After a flash of golden light, another high-ranking martial artist died tragically under Xu Jia's sword.

Song Anjing had already rushed to Xu Jia's side, squatting down and anxiously checking Candle Jiu's situation.

I saw that Candle Jiu's face had been split into two, and the flesh and blood turned outward, revealing a trace of white bones, but his expression was still calm, and his eyes were still cold.

Song Anjing couldn't help but cover her mouth, trying not to make a sound, Candle Jiu's gaze gradually stared at her face, and the corners of her mouth pulled out a mysterious smile.

"Are you scared?"

This kind of expression appeared on her face that was split in half, it was really terrifying, and Song Anjing was speechless for a while.

Before she could speak again, Xu Jia had already lifted Candle Jiu up again: "Zhang Luoyan is dead, if you want to grow up in peace, cooperate with me." ”

Candle Jiu was silent for a moment, then turned his head to look at Song Anjing next to him: "I want her." ”

Xu Jia also turned his head to look at her, and the smile on his face seemed to have a bit of mocking sympathy.

"Yes. ”