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A heart-chilling muffled cry came from the alley.

The soldier hurried from the alley alone, and Yang Shuang thought that the beggar must have been killed. Thinking that a beggar dared to stop him at will, his mood suddenly became bad, and he said sharply: "What's wrong." ”

The soldier didn't answer, and walked towards Yang Shuang with his head down.

Yang Shuang was slightly surprised, and faintly felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't think of it for a while. Suddenly, there was the sound of horses' hooves at one end of the long street, and a group of officers shouted along the way: "Captain Yang, we also said that you are far away, it turns out that you are still here, wait for us to wait, there is something to discuss." ”

Yang Shuang smiled, waved to his colleagues who were galloping, and casually asked the soldier who came out of the alley, "What happened?"

The sergeant glanced at the officers galloping in the distance, and his eyes froze. His eyes flickered, and there was a hint of coldness: "Someone intends to assassinate...... You!"

With a crisp roar, the dazzling brilliance burst out in an instant, stinging everyone's eyes! It was like a round of fierce screams in the air, and the momentum was fierce and deadly.

In the blink of an eye, everyone was caught off guard, and this round of fierce oil turned into a pool of oceans.

No, not a pool, but an ocean, a whirlwind like a tornado in the sea. In the waves, there was a softness that entangled melancholy, and the power that soaked into the heart eroded leisurely, but it was torn in an instant.

This unique aura makes everyone feel a kind of fear from the heart, just like the softest thing becomes violent in an instant, from the softest to the strongest, setting off stormy waves, and can slap the most stubborn people into flesh!

The water of the most rigid is called "Ruyi Ring"!

Circles like whirlpools, staggered layer by layer, circles in circles, and water in the water. Soft to the extreme, the water surname is endless, and the tearing force that erupts from the center is like an invisible giant tearing this entanglement mian apart with supreme power.

A little critical change made the softest transient change to be rigid, and the momentum was as if this space had been torn into countless pieces in a violent way.

Yang's eyes bulged out in the center of the whirlpool, and his face was as if he were dead to meet this terrible move, this exquisite move. He didn't even know what move to parry.

Every burst of momentum slashed at every part of his body like a blade. Bright red blood was spilling out from all over his body, but in the direction of his breath, it was drawn and hung in all directions like rootless water.

It was definitely not Yang Shuang's illusion, it was a real blade that cut him in the blink of an eye.

It's terrible, it's too powerful.

Zuo Wuzhou's shock was by no means less than Yang Shuang's, before the actual combat of the "Ruyi Ring", he never dared to think that the power of this move would reach such a terrifying level.

Yang Shuang almost closed his eyes and waited for death, but when this trick was exhausted, he was ecstatic to find that although he was seriously injured, he was still alive! When he looked at it, he finally recognized it, and he was very furious: "It's you!"

"Sipin, you only have Sipin cultivation, you dare to assassinate me!" his voice was terrified.

It's not that Zuo Wuzhou doesn't want to kill the enemy with one move, it's really that the soul power of the four-rank cultivation is limited. If the water and gold twin souls all exploded in a big way, it would not be difficult to kill the enemy, but in this way, there would be no soul power to escape.

The war horse fell to the ground with a bang, crushing Yang Shuang under him!

Zuo Wuzhou rushed to the roof like a sharp arrow, his eyes were as firm as steel, and when he waved his hand, several flashes of lightning broke through the air attack to take the war horse!

Yang Shuang's pupils reflected those few flashing traces, and the injuries that were severely injured by the "Ruyi Ring", coupled with the weight of hundreds of kilograms of the war horse, made him gasp and weak, and his face was pale and frightened!

Under the light of the blazing voice, a few flashes of light grew larger and larger in the reflection of the pupils!

Yang Shuang howled in pain, and several red points of light penetrated through the warhorse's body, all nailed to his body. His dry howl dragged out a long note of death like a variation.

Zuo Wuzhou jumped on the roof with a sharp body, his voice was as cold as iron, and his heartfelt cold voice soared in the air, covering the sky with pride: "If you want to kill my whole family, I will take your surname first." ”

The soldiers roared and rushed into the air, taking Zuo Wuzhou directly.

Zuo Wuzhou had no tricks, and with speed and strength alone, he cut off the head of this soldier, and grabbed the head bun in the air, and the tip of the knife dripped blood, like a demon god!

Killing the six-rank soul martial artist in one fell swoop, Zuo Wuzhou suddenly became confident, raised his head to the sky and roared, and jumped down and fled.

The process of assassination is fleeting, and there is no trace of mud and water, just like a veteran who has assassinated countless times, which is really shocking.

Especially happened not far from the teahouse, and fell into the eyes of many people, this assassination that happened in broad daylight, the assassination of the fourth product to the sixth product, and it was quickly recited.

......

......

"The thief is gone!"

"Catch the assassin!"

A group of officers galloping in the distance were stunned, and only when they came back to their senses did they let out a rambling roar, which meant that the rabbit died and the fox died. For a while, the whole street was a mess.

All of these mid-level officers were well-cultivated, either climbing onto the rooftops to track down the Assassins, or informing the city to arrest the Assassins.

Of these six or seven officers, the most advanced cultivation has reached the fifth grade, and almost all the others are six ranks, and there is even one person who is a seventh-rank soul general. The number of people was already dominant, and with the advantage of cultivation, I saw Zuo Wuzhou's figure after a while!

During the chase, the breath was naturally released. Zuo Wuzhou rushed towards the predetermined escape point, while feeling the aura of the strong, his heart shrank violently: "Oh no, six people are chasing after me, all of them are much stronger than me, at least for five or six grades of cultivation." ”

"I may not be able to defeat one alone, and I am not an opponent when I come to six five or six grades. There is still some distance between the partial life and the escape point at the moment, what should I do?"

Rao is facing the most powerful crisis in history, and Zuo Wuzhou is still trying his best to stay calm and think about a way out. Suddenly, his mind moved, his body staggered away, and his movements flowed.

There was a muffled bang, and the stone slab on the ground was stabbed by an iron spear and blown to pieces.

A person who was breathing all night in Zuo Wuzhou's induction looked at him coldly, with a strong killing intent, and said coldly with disdain: "You are very good, you are a fourth-grade cultivator, and you can actually kill Yang Shuang, who is a sixth-grade person!"

This person has a pair of broken eyebrows, his appearance is extremely fierce, and he sneered: "I am Qipin, try to see if you can kill me!"

Zuo Wuzhou was shocked, took a step back, and his heart had already set off a shock: "It turned out to be a seven-rank soul general!"

Nevertheless, he had no remorse. Since he is determined to take this road, he will definitely go on with an iron heart, and he will never turn around and choose again because of the bad scenery on the road.

"Yes, he wants to break my fighting spirit!" Zuo Wuzhou condensed his mind and was no longer moved, whether it was the sixth grade or the seventh grade, he always had to fight to know.

A few blows broke through the air, and the other five officers quickly surrounded them.

There was a fierce light in the eyes of this seventh-rank soul general, as well as a hint of appreciation. The young man in front of him can still hold his heart in front of the seven-rank powerhouse, and he has such a strong will, he has only seen two people in his life.

The one he saw last time was not an ordinary person, but a super ten-pin.

This seven-rank soul martial artist has infinite killing power in his heart, the young man in front of him, only the fourth grade has such willpower, and he is still young for the fourth grade, and the future is unlimited, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not become a super ten-grade.

This young man must be strangled to infancy, and he must never be given a chance to grow!

The murderous aura from the seven-rank soul martial arts general was awe-inspiring and unreservedly revealed. The other five people don't understand why this seven-rank is so concerned about a fourth-grade person. also said that this person was sad and indignant for Yang Shuang's death, and he felt that these seven qualities of character were good and worthy of fellowship.

The rest of the people hurriedly said, "Three princes!"

"Leave it to me. "This seven-rank soul martial general is the third prince of the Red Soul Kingdom, coldly swinging the jet-black iron spear, determined not to give the young man in front of him a way to live.

The difference between the fourth rank and the seventh grade is not only the three grades, but also the gap between the soul martial artist and the soul general. Although there is not as much of a gap between the Soul Warrior and the Soul Warrior, it is definitely another trench that is not easy to cross.

The murderous aura of these seven products alone was like substance, emanating out, so that Zuo Wuzhou felt a sense of suffocation, and his heart was heavy and under great pressure.

Not to mention that there were several sixth-grade soul martial artists next to him, Zuo Wuzhou even suspected that if he hadn't come back from grinding on the battlefield, he was afraid that he would have almost collapsed with such a suppressed momentum.

Zuo Wuzhou shook his head, shook off the superfluous thoughts, condensed his mind, swung his knife and slashed, slightly got rid of some of the suppression of momentum, and said in a deep voice: "If you want to kill me, come on! Whether you are a seventh grade or a tenth grade, you always have to fight to know." ”

The eyes of the third prince were cold and piercing, and the momentum of a group of six or seven grades could not suppress this young man, which showed his tenacity, and he really couldn't stay.

"Then you die. ”

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