A hand, drawn from the chest of a man, along with that hand, was a blood-red heart that was still beating slightly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Poof!

The young man whose heart had been gouged out, his face was bloodless, and he opened his mouth in vain, trying to say something, but he did not have the strength to speak, and fell to the ground.

The Fire Monarch smiled, looked at the heart he held in his left hand, and then at the young man on the ground who was not yet dead.

"Weiyun, Benjun personally came to solve you, you should feel honored, you can die blindly. Huo Jun said with a light smile.

The young man named Weiyun had resentment and unwillingness in his eyes, but unfortunately he lost his heart and was seriously injured, and there was no possibility of survival.

With a pop, the Fire Monarch crushed the heart, blood splattered, and the minced flesh flew sideways, but not a single trace of it was contaminated on the Fire Monarch.

The young man Weiyun stared at his eyes, and he swallowed his breath like this, until the moment he died, he still stared at the Fire Monarch, as if he wanted to vent his resentment.

Huojun took out a fine silk silk and wiped his hands gently, wiping it very carefully, although there was not a trace of blood on Huojun's hands.

Only the Fire Monarch's henchmen know that this is the habit of the Fire Monarch, every time he kills someone, the Fire Monarch will wipe his hands with a handkerchief, no matter what means he killed, even if he doesn't touch the killed person for half a moment, the Fire Monarch has to wipe his hands.

The person killed by the Fire Monarch has extraordinary strength, he is Wei Yun, the deputy pavilion master of the Thousand Golden Pavilion of the Tang Kingdom, and he is also a famous figure in the Tang Kingdom, and his strength is not bad.

But such a figure still died in the Chaos Demon Valley, at the hands of the Fire Lord.

But it's no wonder that one of the four major killers of the Hidden Killing Hall, the dignified Fire Monarch, if he can't even clean up a young man, then he is not worthy of the name of the Fire Monarch.

After killing someone and wiping his hands, Huo Jun took out an apple from the Nine Palaces Bag, chewed it and ate it slowly.

Several black-clothed people stood aside, like invisible shadows, their breath was restrained, but any wind and grass around them could not escape their awareness.

In the distance, there was a fierce fight, even if it was so far away, it could still be felt.

"Fire Lord, what is the origin of the man with the cloth knife on his back?" someone among the men in black asked.

Huojun took a bite of the apple, chewed it twice, and said, "I don't even know the name of that person, but you must have heard of his name back then." ”

Several people in black listened intently.

The Fire Monarch said slowly: "One sword. ”

Several black-clothed people were shocked in their hearts, a hundred years ago, they had defeated many Tianjiao in the Three Kingdoms with one sword, and they were regarded by many people at that time as the first person in the world of the younger generation.

However, the sword was like a meteor, hurried by, and after a moment of brilliance, it disappeared, and no one knew his trace again, basically thinking that he was dead, dead in some dangerous forbidden place.

Only a very few people know that Yidao Jiechen did not die, but chose to self-style, and sealed everything he had at a great cost.

It wasn't until recent years that the seal was lifted, and a knife was born again, and the knife that had not killed for a long time was still sharp.

"A sword to the dust, if this person was not self-proclaimed back then, now in the huge Three Kingdoms, I'm afraid there are few people who can be his opponents. The Fire Monarch muttered, finished the apple, threw away the remaining cores, and took out a silk silk to wipe his hands.

"Then why is this sword dusty to be self-proclaimed?" the man in black who asked the previous question asked again.

The Fire Monarch glanced at him, the latter lowered his head, not daring to look at the Fire Monarch, this person was naturally Gu Hanshan.

"The reason for self-proclaimed is nothing more than one, to make yourself stronger. Huojun said.

"My subordinates don't understand, if this knife is not self-contained, and if he lives until now, he should already be the top powerhouse, why should he be self-styled and delay a hundred years. Gu Hanshan asked.

Huojun smiled and said, "In a hundred years, he has gained even more, and now that he has reappeared, his ascension will be unimaginable." ”

Several black-clothed people were particularly surprised, the strength of the Fire Monarch was already unfathomable, but he still had such a high opinion of that sword, which was already very revealing.

The Fire Monarch looked in the direction of the constant clash of demonic qi and sword qi, with the gentle smile on his face as always.

"I'm afraid it's going to be a big mess. The Fire Lord muttered to himself.

・・・・

The battle was fierce, and the silver-haired woman and the thousand-year-old corpse ginseng joined forces, and they were hard to please.

A knife is indeed very powerful, and the cloth knife in his hand is vertical and horizontal, suppressing the silver-haired woman to death.

If it weren't for the thousand-year-old corpse ginseng as a sandbag that is not afraid of death or injury, constantly resisting the attack of a knife and dust, I am afraid that the silver-haired woman would have been defeated.

Rao is like this, a demon and a ginseng join forces, and they can't take advantage of the slightest, but they suffer more.

"You two stinky and shameless, just watch the show there and don't do anything!" The thousand-year-old corpse ginseng was chopped by a cloth knife, and couldn't help but scold at the two young men in white.

The two young men in white secretly complained, they wanted to make a move, but they were seriously injured, and forcing them to make a move was just to increase the injury.

At this moment, another uninvited guest arrived!

A tall man, holding a long knife, appeared with a roar of rage, slashing at the dust.

Seeing this person appear, the young man in white finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"This guy really came, but fortunately he still knew the sense of proportion and didn't mess around at this time. The young man in white said.

That tall man, if Fang Lin was here, he would definitely be extremely familiar with it, because when he was in a land of mountains and rivers outside the Qianguo, Fang Lin had fought with it, and finally used the power in the royal blue ring to severely damage him.

This person is also the inheritor of the Supreme Temple!

Without panicking at all, he swung his knife to meet the attack, easily blocking the opponent's attack, and instead shook the tall man's body.

The tall man had a gloomy face, staring at the dust.

"You also appeared, and you happened to be here, so you solved it together, saving me from looking for it. He said, his eyes glancing at the other three Supreme Temple heirs who were present as the primary target.

Along with him, four of the twelve temple descendants had already appeared at the same time.

Whoa!

The sound of breaking the air sounded, and the Xuanhai Jiao Bone Spear roared.

With a cold eye, the cloth knife waved, and with a bang, the Xuanhai Jiao Bone Spear flew out upside down and was held in the hand of a young man.

"It's so lively" Fang Lin held the Xuanhai Jiao Bone Spear in his hand and smiled lightly.

A knife swept Fang Lin's face, and a very cold smile appeared on his face.

"Is there another lineage, it seems that I am lucky to be able to harvest the other four lineages at the same time. He said in a sword.