"The dead disciples of the Divine Sword Sect will not be resurrected. Silver Dust's voice was cold and heavy, crushing the top of everyone's head like fate: "Since the establishment of the Divine Sword Sect, it has never compromised with the Demon Dao, never with the corrupt officialdom and court, never. ”

As he spoke, he tore off his sleeve and gave Wang Shenhai a resounding slap with his backhand.

The silver-haired boy didn't look back, turned his back to the three young men who were much taller and stronger than him, and said coldly: "I have no interest in the position of the young master you are fighting for, I have no interest at all, I don't care which of you can win, I don't care which of you will die, and I don't care which of you will kill the guy." I just want to tell you that whether it's this guy or the so-called Divine Sword Sect, from today onwards, it will have nothing to do with my silver dust. Don't tell me anything about ten thousand sword hearts, it's useless. From today on, all the people in the Divine Sword Alliance, I don't know any of them in Yinchen, you guys, what's the love!"

After he finished speaking, he heard a slight applause, and then a young man in a dark green cloak, who was perfectly shaped, walked up the stairs little by little, and every step he took was so dignified and clear, even a little solemn, not at all like what he should do.

Du Chuanchang.

The current leader of the Poison Dragon Sect, Du Chuanchang.

"Well said, too impassioned. He walked up the stairs, blocking the way of the silver dust first, and then turned sideways to get out of the way: "The current head of the Poison Dragon Sect, send the second master in the world to leave——"

His last tone was long, and in his dark green eyes, there was only a simple piece of evil and domineering, and there was neither hatred for Silver Dust nor fear for him. His look made the silver-haired boy a little uncomfortable, and it took him a second to figure out that Du Chuanchang might be another poor child whose memory had been washed away.

Like a young lion, Silver Dust strode through the wooden corridor, and at this moment, the doors of the guest rooms on both sides of the corridor were all open, and they were covered in blood and mess.

The invisible smoke of the gatekeeper melee penetrated the nostrils of the silver-haired boy.

And the little girl behind him actually stuck out her tongue at Du Chuanchang.

Du Chuanchang also spread his hands at her lively.

Seeing that his silver-colored voice was about to disappear at the end of the corridor, Li Hongyan suddenly opened his mouth and asked Du Chuanchang: "Poisonous Dragon Sect Master, didn't you say that you are not interested in being the first in the world?"

There was a hint of sharp killing intent in her tone and demeanor.

"The deity is not interested in being the first in the world, but he also doesn't want the first in the world to fall on a straw bag that is inferior to a pig or a dog!" Du Chuanchang stared at Wang Shenhai with a brick, and his look of disdain and disgust was undisguised: "North Korea has now acquiesced, whoever kills the previous number one master in the world will be the new number one in the world!"

His voice was like a poisonous magic wave, which made Feng Fei in the corridor suddenly nervous, Liang Yunfeng, Chong Feidu, and Li Hongyan left Wang Shenhai's eyes and looked at each other, their dark and sharp eyes touched many bright sparks in the air, and Du Chuanchang kept staring at Wang Shenhai from beginning to end, with only pure disgust and hatred in his dark green pupils.

At the same time, Wang Shenhai, who has been silent. suddenly pulled out his saber and stabbed at Li Hongyan with all his strength. The broken sword in his hand was halfway through the assassination, and suddenly turned into two and four, transforming into thousands of sharp sword lights, like a king.

Li Hongyan was caught off guard by his surprise attack, and a bush of thick ice-blue long hairs suddenly grew on a pair of plain skillful hands, these long hairs were as hard as steel needles, and with the continuous grabbing skills of her hands, Hua Ten Thousand Claw Shadows took Wang Shenhai's cold sword light one by one. The graceful claw shadow and the sharp sword blade collided repeatedly in the air, exploding into a cloud of cold mist, and started a few times, Wang Shenhai had the advantage, and the offensive was very strong, but after dozens of rounds, there was some unstoppable, the sword path was skewed, and the moves were chaotic, and finally Li Hongyan saw a flaw, turned the grappling hand into a heart claw, and attacked it as a claw on the chest.

Seeing that this claw was about to fall on Wang Shenhai's chest, and Wang Shenhai Zhou was still alive and Uncle Zeng shouted, he couldn't block such a fierce blow at all, and he looked at Wang Shenhai who was about to die under her claws. Suddenly, Li Hongyan heard a loud wind behind her ears, and it seemed that a fist flew quickly.

When he performed his claw skills, he was already calm, watching and listening to all directions, and always guarding against other people's sneak attacks. At this time, a strong wind came from behind him, and he thought it was the new Poison Dragon Sect Master. Although Li Hongyan knew how terrible the poison in that person's hand was, no matter the fists and claws, she could not use her body or battle spirit to catch them, so she made a mistake in her steps, her body staggered, she stumbled, and it seemed that she was about to fall, but it was precisely this kind of shaking that she just avoided the violent poisonous touch fist that attacked from behind her ears.

Du Chuanchang's fist highlights the words "poison" and "touch", and the blow force makes the pillow not very good, but as long as the body touches, it will be infected with poison, and his poisonous skills can be regarded as a first-class troublesome thing in the rivers and lakes. Li Hongyan dodged Du Chuanchang's almost inevitable punch,

Li Hongyan didn't look back, only judging from the wet cold air, it was Du Chuanchang's fist, so she didn't know that it was actually Liang Yunfeng who did it, and Du Chuanchang just stood quietly aside.

While Li Hongyan dodged the heavy punch, the claw skill that attacked Wang Shenhai also ended without a problem, and Wang Shenhai took advantage of the opportunity to compete with her moves, continuously shifted and changed positions, and retreated lightly to the compartment, using the door wall of the compartment to disperse the encirclement of several people, turned around and rushed towards the window.

"Don't run!"

Liang Yunfeng and Du Chuanchang behind Li Hongyan shouted at the same time, both poured their soles into their feet, smashed the floor with a few clicks, and pounced on them. Li Hongyan sensed the cold fluctuations on Du Chuanchang's body who passed by on the side, and it was not the Poisonous Dragon Sect Master who punched herself behind her back.

She bit her silver teeth and hurriedly followed, only to find that there was still a person behind her, no need to ask, this person must be Chongfeidu from Black Mountain Villa.

Wang Shenhai heard the footsteps behind him approaching quickly, he couldn't help but panic, hurriedly turned around to avoid a heavy sky-breaking shuttle, the long sword in his hand stabbed indiscriminately, in a hurry, the sword in his hand trembled slightly, and at the moment of high mental concentration, a sword was swung out, and a cold sword was released in the air.

"Sword Mang's Heart Sutra! is always possible?" Liang Yunfeng saw that incomparably brilliant sword-shaped light slashing horizontally, and his face was immediately like earth, and the fear of being abused by Wan Jianxin's Sword Mangxin Sutra to death and life emerged from the depths of his bone marrow, just like himself, and quickly occupied his whole body.

He instinctively dodged backwards, and the advantage of the disciples of the Demon Pavilions was only manifested at this time. He turned into three phantoms, and appeared in three corners of the cubicle at the same time, so that Wang Shenhai couldn't tell which was the real body. The moment Wang Shenhai swung out the sword, he felt dizzy and dizzy, and he couldn't continue to do it, and secretly said bad in his heart, so he quickly ignored it, waved his sword, and completely released the sword, and at the same time mustered up his bravery, gritted his teeth and jumped up, jumped on the table leaning against the window, and was about to step towards the window, only to feel that his body was empty, and a violent feeling of dizziness and nausea came, and he almost fell down directly!

"Isn't it?Is it so big this time?" Wang Shenhai asked himself secretly in his heart, there was no answer, he didn't feel it at this time, Du Chuanchang behind him was deftly avoiding that sword ray, and at the same time, he also complained to the back of his neck about the three funeral nails.

The secret weapon of the disciples of the Poison Dragon Sect is absolutely impossible without poison.

The funeral door nail gently pierced into the soft flesh on the back of Wang Shenhai's neck, and the effect of the soft tendons was immediate, Wang Shenhai was already trembling in his hands and feet at this time, no matter how he gritted his teeth, he couldn't increase it, and he had a little physical strength, but he held his breath in his heart, a bad breath, he didn't want to turn back at all, and he couldn't tolerate falling into the hands of any of the several demon masters.

"I don't believe that there is no one in this world who is willing to save my Wang Shenhai!" the chief disciple of the Divine Sword Sect thought with infinite sorrow in his heart, and from the deepest part of his heart welled up a courage to break the jar, and in the continuous roar of breaking with his sword, he climbed onto the edge of the window with his hands and feet, and jumped off the window with both hands in disregard.

At this time, he did not have the slightest cold protection on his body, and if he fell from the third floor, even if he was not crushed, he would be seriously injured and paralyzed, but his heart was full of despair, and he didn't want to live anymore. Silver Dust's cold refusal had already made him disheartened.

He flew out of the window, and suddenly felt a tightness around him, and a thin wire of ice wrapped around him, and then the wire suddenly widened and became a ribbon of ice, binding him like some kind of bad game of slave boys. The owner of the ice silk was not very proficient in this kind of fine long-range battle spirit control, and after sending out the ice silk, he didn't know how to take it back, so he could only let him plant it downstairs.

With the ice silk, Wang Shenhai's falling speed was much slower, and when he was on the ground, his strength was not too great, but his hands and feet were entangled, and he couldn't stand up at all, so he could only lie on the street.

In the compartment on the third floor, Li Hongyan looked at Du Chuanchang nervously, among the three men, this perfect green boy was the strongest.

"What do you want?" she said coldly, "This person was caught by me, it should be mine, right?"

Du Chuanchang moved his fingers: "You just kill him." His tone was rather casual: "Anyway, you look much more pleasing to the eye than he is." ”

"That's not going to work. Liang Yunfeng said: "The name of the first in the world, the virtuous live in it." ”

"That's why I said you're all stupid? Whoever killed that bastard isn't all the same, and then you can set up the ring to compete for the title of the world's number one master!"

As soon as Du Chuanchang said this, Li Hongyan and Sang Yunfeng were a little moved, but Liang Yunfeng had always known that the Poison Dragon Sect Leader was a guy who could penetrate his intestines in the exam, and he couldn't believe all the words he spoke, so he asked cautiously:

"Is it okay to fight like this? If so, what's the point of chasing and killing this so-called number one master in the world before I wait?"

"It doesn't mean anything in itself, the holy decree is clear, the first in the world, no matter which one is the first in the world, those who have the strength can get it, what the holy decree says is a completely irregular melee fight, not at all like what you are showing now, whoever kills Wang Shenhai is counted. ”

"How so?" asked Li Hongyan.

Du Chuanchang stretched out his hand and pointed to the street, and said softly: "Look! The first place on the list of famous masters has begun to compete. ”

The three of them couldn't help but look out the window.

【Outer Street】

Huge colorful flags two feet wide and one zhang long are waving in the wind, and thirty or fifty sides are gathered together, as if gently swaying the branches and leaves of the arbor forest with the wind. On each banner, there is a smiling and lofty "royal" character, silver hook iron painting, a thousand words, there is no trace of the elegance and beauty of the Southern Empire. The banner is agitated like a forest, and the iron hooves are trampled like a tide. The heavily armored iron horses galloped together, and the long-barreled fire guns with bayonets were tightly held in the hands of the powerful fist fighters of Peiyuan Thirteen, becoming the Jianzhou iron cavalry that supported the entire empire. Time has passed, the former reckless herdsmen, in the blood and tears of a large number of Central Plains slaves, finally entered the great era of mixed use of hot and cold weapons, however, the cavalry in the hands of the firearms, each shape has a slight difference, there is no way to find two exactly the same, even in the waist bag of each cavalry, the amount of iron sand projectiles and black gunpowder equipped with a slight difference, completely can not be uniform.

This level of armament is likely to be the limit of agrarian civilization.

A huge contingent of thousands of people surrounded the entire neighborhood. The battle flags were lined up, the iron horse sealed the city, and on a street in front of the Tongshen Pavilion, a military formation of 200 people was laid out. These Imperial Guards who were ordered to block the streets had only one duty, and that was to ensure the life and power of a middle-aged eunuch who claimed to be the head of Ouchi.

[Long Aotian], this character who was supposed to appear next to Nalandero, appeared on the street of the Tongshen Pavilion at this time, appeared in the middle of the defensive array of several Ouchi masters, he had his hands behind his back, and hung a few bushes of short beards on his white face, embedded with a selfless expression that seemed to be iron-faced, he turned his back to the Tongshen Pavilion, facing the "Restaurant", to be precise, facing the two people under the Restaurant.

The two men stood on the street, facing each other, almost the same style of black robes, hunting in the sudden increase in the yellow wind, looking almost like the flames of hell that were burning more and more. The momentum on the two of them was not at all related to the flames, only a chaotic and desolate coldness, and the coldness emitted by the two of them was the same.

Long Aotian was standing in the distance at this time, like the most fair referee in the world, there was no trace of accommodating smile on his hard face, only outright justice. A hundred paces in front of him, two men in black who had just risen from the humiliation of being thrown out like garbage, looked mad at each other.