When Liancheng knew that the person who kidnapped Zhang Haichao was the same gang as Goldstone Media.

He decided not to stay.

The power of cultivation has not penetrated into the government too much, and the majestic fortune of a country based on the modern scientific system has done all kinds of harm to cultivators rather than any benefit. It would greatly suppress the cultivator's cultivation speed, and even cause irreversible damage to his state of mind.

Unless you are bent on wealth and have no intention of cultivating, you will deal with the government, which represents the collective of national consciousness.

The apparent peace of today's society relies more on the checks and balances and written agreements between the Xiuzhen forces and sects, so that the secular and supernatural isolation is maintained, and the lives of ordinary people are not affected. The government knows about the existence of the Xiuzhen world, and secretly studies it, but it can't participate on a large scale, and in most cases it plays the role of wiping the ass.

Centralization and cultivation are two completely different paths.

Liancheng was keenly aware of this.

He is not worried about being exposed, on the contrary, fully exposing his strength is an excellent umbrella. The world is unpredictable, and temporary firefighting alone cannot solve the problem.

From now on, as he delves deeper and deeper into the cultivation world, there will be more and more troubles. At the same time, it will gradually affect the people around it, strangers, relatives and friends will be involved in danger because of Liancheng.

The Qionghua Sword Sect is the tiger skin he made up. He wants to make this layer of tiger skin stronger and more gorgeous, so that Xiaoxiao will be jealous.

Today it is Zhang Haichao, tomorrow it can be Xiaohua, or a friend, or even a relative in Liancheng.

Liancheng was annoyed by Goldstone Media's trumped-up charges, and even more annoyed by Goldstone Media's small actions against Daewoo Entertainment. He needs the money that Xiaohua signed with the rich fish very much, and the copper money needs it even more.

Cutting off people's financial routes, there is hatred and hatred.

Break the path of life, deep hatred!

When all this happens, if Liancheng endures it any longer, he is no longer worthy to call himself a monk.

in the courtyard.

The black and red of the ghost primordial god was windless and automatic, holding a serrated sword diagonally to his side. The red demon behind him exuded a ghostly aura, firmly grasping the sword body and acting as a scabbard to charge power.

"Who is this person!" Geng Jun was surprised, he saw that the situation was wrong, and immediately dialed Hawick Su's phone: "There is another person outside the house." ”

"It's okay, I'll talk about it when I'm done with the situation. Hawick Su just wanted to hang up.

The wind in the courtyard moved.

Leaves and sand drift wildly under the tugs of the air. The flowers hung low, the birds and mice took refuge, and from then on they looked up at the sky, and the night seemed to be covered with scarlet. When the wind blows, it hits the glass of the villa, as if it is violently banging with its hands, making a series of rapid and violent sounds.

Geng Jun's heart became more and more difficult to hide his uneasiness. "Eighty percent of that man is also a monk......

Hawick So didn't care.

He has practiced the killing method for decades, even the famous cultivators such as Longhu Mountain, Yulintai, and Yin Ming Division in Nanyang Province have heard of Hawick Su's "Zang Jian", and they are afraid of three points.

The monks who died in the hands of Zang Jian were countless in the fighting realm, and even the masters of the realm could not escape death.

The woman beside Geng Jun whispered to Geng Jun: "Zang Jian never misses, he has his own judgment. Mr. Geng, you just need to wait with peace of mind. ”

Where can he settle down!

The sound of the wind knocking on the glass seemed to knock on his heart.

Bang bang bang!

The sound is getting louder and louder!

The tall figure in the courtyard remained motionless, and the air faintly deviated from the direction of her sword in the sound of hunting in her clothes, and gave in to it. The grass and trees pointed at by the sword withered with a tendency visible to the naked eye, turning into powder.

Liancheng's mind was extremely peaceful, everything around him was within the scope of his mind, and no action could escape his perception.

The wind danced violently, trying to dig open his heart.

The bleak red moon couldn't see the shadow under his snort.

This is a sword that Liancheng concentrates on his cultivation and perception, and it is his understanding and expression of the Tao and the sword. With the ghost primordial god as the carrier, this sword gradually changed, distorting the peace of the aura and becoming extremely fierce.

Hawick So noticed the change outside the window, and he looked at the moon, the scarlet glare color that made his pupils shrink.

"The Vision of Heaven and Earth ......"

It's not that the moon has really changed color, it's that the light in the surrounding space has gradually lost its original appearance under the influence of some unknown force, and everything people see is actually the deception of the brain by electromagnetic waves. And Liancheng's sword has reached the realm of affecting vision.

Hawick So once had the privilege of meeting a master of swordsmanship.

The old man, whose realm was only in the middle of the fighting realm, was out with a sword, Hawick Su even saw the illusion of a tragic death, and in the next second, the tip of the sword was against his throat. The most extreme swordsmanship can affect the scene that a person sees.

He knows that.

But......

The old man eventually died at his hands. And now this person is no exception.

"Kill him. Hawick So gave an order to Zhang Haichao's rune paper villain.

Adu lay in a pool of blood.

The rune paper villain immediately and faithfully executed the order, it controlled Zhang Haichao's right hand, and slowly pressed towards Shi Yiren, and the table knife stained with Zhang Haichao's fingerprints was aimed at Shi Yiren's throat, and at an orderly speed, it was getting closer and closer inch by inch.

Zhang Haichao tried his best to resist the control of the rune paper villain, but he couldn't stop the trend of the dinner knife.

Shi Yiren's body was frozen by the spell.

His eyes widened in horror, his lips cracking open into thin slits, and his voice was muddled and he couldn't speak a complete sentence. He has a lot to say.

He can't die, and if he dies, it's the ones behind the cheap gets.

He wants to inherit the family business of Goldstone Media.

He wanted to live.

That's all.

The tip of the knife was barely a palm's distance from his throat, and the cold glow seemed to be stuck to his hair. Once the stab is stabbed, what follows is Shi Zhongwen's crazy revenge after the loss of his son.

Shi Yiren wants to live...... But nothing can be done.

"She's still standing there. ”

The woman looked at the surveillance: "Even if there is something to rely on." But Zang Jian has already come out, and she can't live the next breath of meeting. Zang Jian never missed, and he was invincible in the territory of Zhaoping. It's over, it's over. ”

Geng Jun's hand clutched the chair handle tightly, his nails about to dig into the wood. "I hope so. ”

Hawick So was bathed in the scarlet moonlight.

The Zang Tian Divine Sword that he carried with him was quietly suspended, aiming at the center of the courtyard, the center of the storm, the mysterious man holding the sword, and the imminent dead.

"You shouldn't have come out. Liancheng's voice was very soft.

Hawick Su frowned, he couldn't see this person's realm clearly. But he is not worried, even if it is a realm, a master among masters, he is destined to become a revenant under the sword of Zang Tianshen.

It's a pity that he is facing a half-step innate Liancheng.

"Nonsense!"

Hawick Su pinched the sword technique, and the Zang Tian Divine Sword disappeared out of thin air, and in the next blink of an eye, he had already come to Liancheng. This is his invincible attack and killing spell, which has not been defeated for decades, and directly takes people's heads with instantaneous sword light.

It's easy and logical!

He saw the Zang Tian Divine Sword pass through the body of the red-robed man, and his heart suddenly rejoiced, and the corners of his mouth had no time to sketch a smile.

Hawick Su heard a whisper.

"Break the air, draw the knife and cut the ......"