"Boom", there was a loud bang, and there were three powerful and incomparable super aura, bursting out from the three Sword Sect powerhouses on Wang Heng's side.

The air flow was surging, the wind was agitated, and this breath was just appearing. All the wooden tables and chairs in the lobby of the restaurant quickly turned into wood powder, and those spirit casters and the guards on their sides involuntarily took a few steps backwards one after another.

Between the huge venues, there were only Wang Heng, who was sandwiched by three Sword Sect powerhouses, and Luo Hu, whose body couldn't help trembling.

After the sword sect powerhouse burst out with breath for the second time, the surface of Luo Hu's purple clothes burst out with a purple glow.

This piece of light seemed to have the effect of resisting attacks, but it still couldn't resist the oppression of the three sword sect powerhouses at the same time. Under the pressure of the three surging and unparalleled momentum, Luo Hu's body kept retreating, and his face became pale.

Looking at Wang Heng, who was shouting loudly, a cold light flashed in Luo Hu's eyes. He forced himself to support himself to prevent his body from falling, and said angrily: "Wang Heng, even if you kill me, I will never hand over the Spirit Casting Holy Card. ”

Luo Hu's stubbornness made Wang Heng, who was already eager to get rid of him, let out a sinister smile.

Suddenly, he waved his hand at the three Sword Sect powerhouses beside him, and said coldly, "Kill him!"

On Wang Heng's side, the bodies of the three Sword Sect powerhouses slammed into the ground at the same time, shooting out like meteors. In an instant, three streamers rose from the lobby of the restaurant, covering all the light in the lobby.

The three Sword Sect powerhouses made a move, but Luo Hu had no fear in his eyes at all.

Suddenly, Luo Hu clapped his hands vigorously, and in an instant, five swift and thunderous winds suddenly sounded on the second floor of the restaurant.

Five streamers are five masters who also have the strength of the Sword Sect. These five people came first, and they jumped down in the air and blocked in front of Luo Hu.

"Wang Heng, I have long known that you have a bad plan, but I didn't expect you to be so bold and dare to kill me. Today, I'm going to see if you're good, or if I'm looking for the first opportunity. As he spoke, Luo Hu glanced at the five people in front of him, and the five Sword Sect powerhouses immediately met the three Sword Sect masters who came in front of him.

Wang Heng had a first move, and Luo Hu was also prepared, which made the order in the restaurant suddenly chaotic.

Seeing that the eight Sword Sect powerhouses were fighting in one place, and it was difficult to distinguish the superior for a while, Wang Heng let out a sneer again.

In order to kill the new Hidden King, he can be said to be very prepared, and how can he only lay three chess pieces. Wang Heng turned his head and shouted at the guards behind those spirit casters: "What else do you want to see, don't take the Hidden King yet!"

Wang Heng's voice fell, and all the guards behind the spirit caster revealed their true colors in unison. These were ostensibly guards, but in fact they were all people who Wang Heng secretly buried their chess pieces, and they all brandished their long swords and rushed towards the Hidden King.

For a time, the open space of thousands of square meters in the restaurant was filled with many sword repairs.

Seeing that all the guards of the Soul Casting Master were rushing towards him, a trace of hatred flashed in Luo Hu's eyes. He quickly reached into his arms, took out a golden bell, and shook it vigorously.

The golden bells shook and made a tinkling sound. At the same time as the voice sounded, dozens of sword cultivators also rushed out of the box on the second floor and the first floor of the restaurant.

After these sword cultivators appeared, they didn't speak, and they all faced the guards who were attacking. In the blink of an eye, dozens of people moved violently, quickly filling the originally empty hall.

"Wang Heng, what's the use of you laying more chess pieces? You want to snatch the Spirit Casting Holy Plate, but you never thought that I would have been guarding against you. Luo Hu said coldly.

He no longer stayed in the living room, but walked briskly to the staircase on the second floor.

Luo Hu wanted to leave, which made Wang Heng so angry that he almost went out of his body. He came here today to kill Luo Hu, how could he let Luo Hu leave.

"Hmph, King Yin, what if you were prepared in advance, you are a waste wood that can't cultivate vitality, I want to kill you, but it's just a matter of a snap of my fingers!" Wang Heng said gloomily again.

Suddenly, his feet hit the ground, his body rose in the air, and he pounced straight towards Luo Hu.

Everyone thought that Wang Heng was a ninth-level peak sword emperor, but in fact, he was deceived by Wang Heng. As early as three years ago, Wang Heng had already crossed the bottleneck of the Sword Emperor and advanced to become a strong member of the Sword Sect.

The body was volleyed in the air, and Wang Heng's body immediately erupted with a strong aura belonging to the strong man of the Sword Sect. As soon as he grabbed the void in the palm of his hand, he immediately formed a wind scroll with a diameter of two meters in mid-air, attacking Luo Hu.

The power belonging to the powerhouse of the Sword Sect roared down, falling directly on the stairs, shattering the wooden staircase with a blast. Realizing that his idea of going upstairs was destroyed, Luo Hu's eyes finally showed a hint of nervousness.

He made a lot of calculations, but he ignored Wang Heng's own strength, originally he thought that if he climbed to the second floor and entered the pre-arranged defense, there would be no more danger, but now it seems that he was careless and ignored the most important thing.

Right now, all his subordinates in ambush were all entangled in the sword cultivation arranged by Wang Heng, and no one could separate their hands to help him. Thinking that after Wang Heng fell, he would definitely kill himself, Luo Hu had a hint of foreboding in his heart.

Luo Hu shook his hand suddenly, and a steel claw tied to a purple gold rope flew out of the sleeve of his robe. After the steel claw rested on the eaves of the second floor, he slammed his arm and swung towards the top of the second floor.

This leap, if it was successful, Luo Hu would naturally be able to enter the defensive array on the second floor. It's just that he, who was born unable to cultivate any vitality, still miscalculated the strength of the Sword Sect powerhouse, forgetting that the real Sword Sect powerhouse was far from being comparable to ordinary people in terms of speed.

"Want to leave, it's not that easy!" Seeing Luo Hu swinging towards the second floor, Wang Heng let out a wild shout.

His palms slapped into the void one after another, and immediately wave after wave of vitality gushed out, bombarding the eaves of the second floor, completely shattering the wooden eaves.

Luo Hu's iron claws on the eaves of the porch fell from the sky, causing his leisurely body to fly out diagonally.

"Boom", with a loud bang, Luo Hu's body slammed into the wall, and although his defensive coat unloaded most of the impact force for him, he still couldn't escape the doom of being wounded in his heart.

Wisps of blood overflowed along the corners of Luo Hu's mouth. Realizing that he was injured, but none of his subordinates could pull out their hands to help him, Luo Hu felt nervous in his heart.

He thought he was well-arranged, but he didn't think about it and still fell into a life-and-death dilemma. Seeing Wang Heng fall from the void and walk towards him step by step, his eyes were full of resentment.

"Wang Heng, do you think that if you kill me, you will become the commander of the Soul Caster? It's useless, if you can't give the Soul Caster a good living environment, who will obey you!" Luo Hu looked at Wang Heng coldly and said shamelessly.

Facing Luo Hu, who was still training himself to death, Wang Heng let out a sinister smile. Whoever says that if you don't give the soul caster a good environment, no one will obey him. The reason why the Hidden King was able to become the leader of all the soul casters was because the Hidden King possessed the most superb sword-forging skills in the world.

His strength is not as good as that of the Hidden King, but he is the first person under the Hidden King. As long as King Yin is dead, he will be the strongest soul caster in the world, and who else will disobey him.

"Hehe, Hidden King, don't you think it's too late to say this? Didn't you just come up with a very good proposal to form a soul caster union? If you die, I can naturally follow your proposal, and there will be people who will disobey me at that time?" Wang Heng said with a smile.

Seeing that Luo Hu was silent, he said again: "King Yin." It's all in vain, but you didn't expect that you would end up like this. I tell you, I am the nemesis of your destiny, destined to die at my hands. ”

After saying these words, Wang Heng laughed fiercely, holding a long sword and stabbing Luo Hu's throat inch by inch, his face full of cruelty.

The long sword was getting closer and closer to Luo Hu's neck, and it was already less than half an inch. However, just when Wang Heng thought that he would definitely kill the Hidden King, a weak breeze suddenly blew behind him.

"Wang Heng, you are the nemesis of the Hidden King, then I am your nemesis. Even if you kill the Hidden King, you will also die!" a cold voice sounded from behind Wang Heng.

As the voice appeared, a long sword hit the back of Wang Heng's head like a ghost.

Wang Heng's arm holding the sword suddenly stopped, and his expression froze. He whispered, "Friend, don't be kidding. ”

"Who is joking with you?" Behind Wang Heng, Ye Feng, who was holding a sword in one hand, had a cold light in his eyes.

He poked the tip of his sword into the back of Wang Heng's head again, and said, "Wang Heng, the Hidden King is a hundred secrets, and he will be defeated in your hands. But have you ever thought about who you lost again? You shouldn't have beaten my friend's idea, with me, no one can hurt my friend?"

"Friend, do you mean that the Hidden King is your friend?" Wang Heng said in a lost voice. Suddenly, he turned around violently, and the long sword in his hand stabbed at Ye Feng's chest mercilessly.

Wang Heng's dragon turning sword technique is used very quickly, and it is to the peak of seconds. With his strength, he could kill a Sword Sect powerhouse in an instant, or he could kill any Sword Emperor powerhouse.

It's just that what Wang Heng met this time was Ye Feng, a Sword Emperor powerhouse who couldn't be measured by common sense at all, a scheming man, no one could calculate him, only he was a cunning fox who calculated others.

That is, at the moment when Wang Heng shrank his head and turned around, Ye Feng's figure flashed, and he had already moved behind him again with his turn.

The long sword in Ye Feng's hand was still pointing at the back of Wang Heng's head. This time, without Luo Hu being threatened, Ye Feng no longer had any concerns. With a flick of his wrist, he stabbed the long sword into the back of Wang Heng's head.

The slender sword, with the sound of whistling wind, stabbed Wang Heng in the back of the head. Rao is a sword sect powerhouse like Wang Heng, but he still failed to cultivate the defense to the back of his head, so he could only let the long sword penetrate the skull.

"Poof", a puff of red and white juice squirted out along the back of Wang Heng's head. A generation of Spirit Casting Grandmasters, the powerhouses of the Sword Sect, didn't even let out a miserable howl, and their vitality was completely wiped out with the shattering of their brains.