Facing Lu Xiaowei, who was like a bamboo, the martial artists of the Windward Hall, who had originally rushed up frantically, took refuge in the antique buildings one after another, just like the ebb tide of the sea.

It's just that Lu Xiaowei wouldn't let them go, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, his body was like electricity, and the sword qi was like a head-cutting knife, easily slashing the fleeing Windward Hall martial artist under the sword.

The sword light is even more like layers of ripples, all the martial artists of the Windward Hall who are shrouded in ripples are all corpses in two, and those who are dead can no longer die, even if they are generals at the level of the Transforming Strength Grandmaster, they can't block any sword light.

With Lu Xiaowei as the center, the surrounding Windward Hall martial artists were like cut down rice, falling down layer by layer, and the corpses of the Windward Hall martial artists were all over the ground.

This is the headquarters of the Windward Hall, and the number of martial artists living in the Windward Hall is as high as thousands, each of them is at least a martial artist above Mingjin, and they are all the elites of the Windward Hall, and the death of one is a big loss for the Windward Hall, let alone hundreds or thousands of deaths, which is also a major loss for the entire Dwarf Exercise Country.

"Who dares to slaughter our disciples of the Windward Hall like this, accept your life!"

"This person is extremely strong, everyone go up together and break him into pieces. ”

"Damn madman, hand over your life and let Ben-sama ravage it well. ”

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What happened at the entrance of the Windward Hall quickly alarmed the upper echelons of the Windward Hall, and several Windward Hall Masters of the Yuan Realm rose into the sky, swooping towards Lu Xiaowei like a goshawk.

Seeing this scene, Lu Xiaowei's face did not change, and dozens of energetic qi popped out casually.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this kid is dead. ”

"We must capture him alive later, and then brew it well, otherwise it will be difficult to solve the hatred in our hearts. ”

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A group of martial artists from the Windward Hall who fled in embarrassment couldn't help but cheer when they saw that several celebrities were coming, but before their cheers landed, they saw that the famous generals and adults they thought were shot through their heads by Lu Xiaowei's momentum that popped out of his hand, and they fell down in the air, not moving.

"Forehead ......"

Many of the martial artists of the Windward Hall were like ducks that had been pinched by the neck, and they couldn't cheer anymore, and after a pause, the martial artists of the Windward Hall ran away again, and they fled faster.

"The enemy is too strong, even the famous generals are not his enemies, let's flee quickly. ”

"He is a Sword Saint, he must be a Sword Saint-level martial artist, unless it is the seven Sword Saint Masters who dispatched our Windward Hall, no one can restrain him. ”

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Looking at the Windward Hall martial artists who fled in embarrassment again, Lu Xiaowei chased after him again, his sword fingers were vertical and horizontal, and thousands of sword qi rushed to the sky, turning into pieces of sword rain, whistling and rushing towards the Windward Hall martial artists who were fleeing in all directions.

"Whoosh ......"

In a series of "whoosh" sounds, the fleeing Windward Hall martial artists were killed by the sword qi one after another, and fell down one by one, and the ground was soon filled with corpses.

The surrounding antique buildings were also damaged, destroyed by the endless sword qi, and collapsed to the ground, as if they had been bombarded by artillery fire a thousand times.

The headquarters of the Windward Hall is full of flowers, and in the blink of an eye, it has become yesterday's history, the buildings in a radius of dozens of miles have all collapsed, and thousands of elites and Tianjiao of the Windward Hall have been killed, and the blood is flowing like a river, and the corpses are all over the field.

Lu Xiaowei stepped on the blood and corpses, and slowly walked into the underground prison in the center of the Windward Hall, the martial artists of the Windward Hall who were originally guarding the prison had died, and there were bursts of discussion in the prison.

"Something happened outside, I seem to hear a lot of Windward Hall martial artists howling miserably, could it be that the enemy of Windward Hall has killed in. ”

"How is this possible, this is the headquarters of the Windward Hall, it is said that there are several sword saints and gods and demons in charge, how can ordinary people kill them, you must have heard it wrong. ”

"I'm sure I heard it right, you see, a strange person walked in from the outside. ”

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In the stunned eyes of many prisoners, Lu Xiaowei walked into the prison of Windward Hall, looking at the prisoners who were imprisoned one by one around him, Lu Xiaowei thought for a while, and did not rescue them, there will be a series of battles later, if these people are rescued now, I am afraid that they will be affected soon, and even if they can get away with it at that time, they will be hit hard, and Lu Xiaowei can not protect so many people.

After taking care of all the people in Windward Hall, Lu Xiaowei will come to release these prisoners, the enemy of the enemy is a friend, Lu Xiaowei still understands this truth, and among these prisoners, many of them are martial artists of the Dragon Kingdom.

Because of her low strength, Lin Wulin was not locked up in the depths of the prison, but because of her extraordinary status, she was also locked in the middle of the prison, a water prison made of cold iron.

Looking at Lin Wulin, who was much thinner than before in the water prison, Lu Xiaowei couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart, and at this time, Lin Wulin also saw Lu Xiaowei, his eyes were slightly red, and he could faintly see the glow flickering.

"Sorry, it's late. Lu Xiaowei said with some guilt, if he cared a little bit about Lin Wulin, it wouldn't have been so long before he knew that Lin Wulin had been arrested, and if Lin Lao hadn't called him personally, I'm afraid that Lu Xiaowei wouldn't know the news until Lin Wulin was tortured to death.

Thinking of Lin Wulin's heart for him before, Lu Xiaowei felt quite uncomfortable, he was letting Lin Wulin down from beginning to end.

With a shock, the prison collapsed, Lu Xiaowei walked up to Lin Wulin and stopped her in his arms: "Let's go, Linlin, come home with me." ”

"I ...... I ......" Lin Wulin stammered and couldn't speak, tears suddenly fell drop by drop, and his hands couldn't help but hug Lu Xiaowei fiercely, as if he wanted to rub himself into Lu Xiaowei's body.

Lu Xiaowei also hugged Lin Wulin tightly and strode towards the outside of the prison, at this time, many prisoners had realized something and couldn't help shouting.

"Brother, save me, I am also from the Dragon Country, and I am still from the Four Holy Guardians, we are brothers in the trenches, save me too." ”

"That's right, there are many brothers and sisters in the prison who are brothers and sisters of the Four Holy Guardian Clan, this lord has also rescued us, Miss Lin, you can quickly help us say a few words, so that this lord will not abandon us, we also want to leave this ghost place. ”

"This Lord of the Dragon Kingdom, as long as you save us, we can be slaves and maids, and do many things for you, light and dark, black and white, we are all good at. In addition, we are also the uncrowned king of the underground world of Goryeo New Kingdom, and we control many industries and forces in Goryeo New Kingdom, so we can help you greatly. ”

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