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Retracting all his thoughts, Lu Zheng sneered, changed his sitting posture on the lush canopy, and his eyes seemed to sweep over a magnificent palace in the distance, which was the location of the sect master who occupied this mountain.

Capture the thief and capture the king first, Lu Zheng's plan is that once he makes a move, he will kill the master of that faction first.

As the head of a faction, he took the lead in defecting to foreign clans, ignoring his own integrity, and even enmity with the world, such a person really deserves to die.

More than ten days have passed, and the elite squad assembled by various sects and factions has successfully besieged and killed one person for the sixth time, but this time the luck is not good, not to mention that their own side has lost a lot of combat power, and they also asked the other party to find an opportunity to send a message before dying.

The news leaked, and the enemy's base camp, which was privately named "Mountain of Rebellion" by everyone, quickly reacted, and the leaders of the Cangli Continent were furious, and urgently summoned all the people who were currently in the Lingwu Continent to show the people of the Lingwu Continent.

And at this time, the moment for Lu Zheng, who had been lurking for more than ten days, finally arrived.

Taking advantage of the gathering of people from the mainland, Lu Zheng jumped up from the canopy of the tree that had been lurking for more than ten days, and at the same time turned into a clone, and released the phantom grass that had just returned.

There was a subtle crunch of "click", like the sound of a window being blown by the wind.

The man who was sitting in the middle of the room flipping through a book frowned slightly and glanced at the rattling window.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual, and realizing that there would be no outsiders who could invade at all on the top of this group of males, the man was unguarded, and he turned his head without any change in expression, intending to continue to look through the cultivation secret book in his hand that he had just obtained.

But I didn't want to, and with a "click", a drop of blood dripped from above, and suddenly fell on the page, splashing blood beads.

At this time, the man who was looking through the cheats raised his hand to cover his neck, and there was a crack like a thin line coiled around his neck.

"Ho Ho ......"

There were only a few muffled noises of unknown meaning in his throat, and in an instant, the man's eyes widened with rage, his head rolled to the ground, and he fell to the ground.

He estimated that he didn't understand how he was killed until he died, and even more, he didn't even see who the murderer was.

Lu Zheng's figure slowly appeared on the other side of the desk, sat on the chair, and then raised the teapot to pour himself a cup of tea, and took a slow sip.

His leisurely and comfortable posture was light and breezy, as if the human head that had just fallen was just a speck of dust falling from the sky.

It's just that the strength of the leader of this rebellious sect is too weak, and before Lu Zheng can appear, he was cut off by Lu Zheng with a sword qi.

Moving his gaze, Lu Zheng picked up the blood-stained cheats on the table and flipped through a few pages at random, he was purely curious, but he didn't mean to keep it for himself, after reading it, he turned to throw the cheats aside like garbage.

Glancing at the dead head rolling down on the ground, Lu Zheng snorted coldly, got up slowly, took a breath in the air, walked out of the hall with the human head, and then handed the human head in his hand to a goshawk waiting outside.

This goshawk is a phantom heart grass controlled by illusion, without Lu Zheng's explanation, the sharp claws took the human head, and obediently carried the human head to choose a direction, and went to attract attention and pull hatred.

And Lu Zheng went in the opposite direction and began to harvest the lives of the rest of the rebel sect one by one.

This rebellious sect is only a slightly smaller sect, and the highest strength in the sect is an elder, but he has only made a hundred moves under Lu Zheng's hands.

Although the elder's strength was not good, because of the noisy movement between Lu Zheng and him, the others in the mountain finally noticed that there was a strong enemy hiding beside him.

The cultivators of the Cangli Continent, who were surrounding all kinds of people who despised the Lingwu Continent, heard the movement, and at first they didn't believe it.

In their eyes, the people of the Lingwu Continent are either weak chickens or cowards, not worth mentioning at all, just like the sect they have been lurking all year round, when the head of the sect saw them descending from the sky, and listened to them identify themselves, the old boy didn't say a word, and took the lead in kneeling down and surrendering, so it caused the confidence of the people who left the continent to swell, and they didn't think that the people of the Lingwu Continent had the courage to be presumptuous in front of them.

Unfortunately, it turned out that they were still too naïve. It is not without people who dare to be presumptuous and resist, but it is just at this time that they are called to encounter.

Sitting at the head of the left side, a tall man with a black cloud sign on his face, his eyebrows were hideous, and he grinded his teeth and said, "Could it be that the whereabouts of us are really exposed?"

As the first thin man on the right who looked like a polite scholar, he snorted disdainfully, and opened his mouth to say: "Isn't it enough to send people to ambush and kill lonely people on the one hand, and to lurk here on the other hand, isn't this enough to show that our whereabouts have been exposed? Could it be that you think that the people of the Lingwu Continent are full of food?"

"You!

"What, I think you're the one looking for death!"

Seeing that the two were about to fight, and the rest of the people in the hall were silent and didn't dare to move, a kind gray-robed old man sitting on the high seat raised his hand unhurriedly to stop it, and said: "It's just some small fish and shrimp, ant-like playthings, why do you two get angry and hurt the harmony for these playthings." What should be done now is to kill the rat that lurks here. ”

With that, the old man ordered a silent man standing behind him to lift the man's head back with a stick of incense.

"Yes!"

The silent man answered, and his figure flashed before disappearing.

At this time, the gray-clothed old man smiled slightly, looked at the two people in the hall who were eager to kill each other with their eyes very kindly, raised his hand and said, "Drink a cup of tea first, go to the fire, I believe that Zang Feng will soon bring back the head of the mouse." ”

The time of the incense stick passed quickly, but the silent man did not return.

The big man with black clouds on his face frowned into a ravine, and muttered: "Could it be that this mouse still flew into the sky, and with Zangfeng's ability, he couldn't kill someone within a stick of incense?"

The thin scholar who had just almost fought with the Black Cloud Dahan snorted coldly when he heard this, and said, "Yunsha, what you said, could it be that the old man of the mountain has no ability?"

The black cloud man slapped the table and got up, almost rushed up to break the other party's neck, and scolded in his mouth: "Feng Ming, you villain who stirs up trouble all day long and tells right and wrong, I am afraid that what you think in your heart, it is you who is right! If it is a man, he will speak with his fists, and he will not scream there!"

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