Mu Wen has his own plans for this trip.

Uncle Liu Yuanhu repeatedly warned to forbear, but he still didn't understand what level Mu Wen's true strength had reached. Tonight, he entered the Zhao Mansion vigorously, and entered alone, as if he had entered a no-man's land, as long as he killed the other party, there would be no hidden danger to fall down.

Mu Wen was also forced, and now if he doesn't kill the Zhao family to vent his evil anger, he will never have a chance again when the Douling Hall officially stationed a branch hall in Bluestone City.

500 meters long road, into the inner courtyard.

It's quiet, the sound insulation is too good, and the movement outside hasn't woken up the people here.

Mu Wen bent down, sat cross-legged on the bluestone floor, closed his eyes, and controlled the sword spirits to disperse into the rooms, and the windows were splashed crimson with blood in a muffled snort. After carefully confirming it, the Zhao family in this place had been killed in their sleep, and they entered another courtyard to start a new wave of ruthless slaughter.

At the end, the hundred swords returned to their bodies and swirled, and Mu Wenru got up again like a foraging falcon.

This Zhao Mansion also loves pomp, the building where the family lives looks at the moon, the house is lined with elegance, the walls are very thick, the sound insulation is excellent, and the rockery pond is glowing with microwave scales under the moon.

Mu Wen pondered how prosperous the Zhao family was, and it would be a time to kill him, and now all the people who were blocking him were removed, so he decided to take Huanglong directly and ask for the lives of the Zhao patriarch's father and son. Here's the problem... Zhao's mansion is a bit exaggerated, the building is high, Mu Wen is an outsider, and he doesn't know where Zhao Haikuan and Zhao Tianqi live for a while.

He took a few steps with his surname, intending to pull out a family member for interrogation.

"Brother Leopard, why does it smell of blood. At the corner of the corridor, one after another voices came.

Mu Wen raised the corners of his mouth, and his pace sped up a little. The conversation continued, and after a sniffing voice, he said, "There's really a smell of blood, something is wrong, go find where it came from." ”

Several people also hurried over, and as soon as they came out of the corner, they bumped into Mu Wen.

The leader was Qian Leopard, the look of surprise in his eyes was obviously visible, he looked at Mu Wen who was dressed in night clothes, and was startled by the dark blue long sword hanging in the air around his side. This, what kind of weird psychic skill is this? Not to mention seeing it, I've never even seen or heard it.

Naturally, he couldn't recognize Mu Wen under the night clothes, and opened his mouth to shout: "What person!"

A few people next to him also asked, "What do you want to do?"

Mu Wen didn't say a word, and his body and limbs didn't move, but he saw eight sword spirits flying out from his side, and the eight afterimage trajectories passed through the throats of eight people.

Eight people fell to the ground, and their throats were half the width of a little finger.

Qian Leopard saw his sibling companion fall to the ground, turned around and ran away, since he came back from Liufu, he has been frightened, and there is always a bad premonition in his heart, now he understands that he is going to be doomed tonight. In a panic, he didn't run a few steps, he paused, and was surrounded by Mu Wen controlling more than a dozen swords.

The faint blue aura emanating from these swords made him shiver all over, and the place where he touched it was itchy and painful. These sword spirits were made by Mu Wen with the Nine Ghost Souls, which were naturally extremely vicious, Qian Leopard looked at it with his peripheral vision, and saw that there were traces of corruption on his body where he was touched by the ghost light.

"Plop. He knelt down and barked at Mu Wen like a puppy: "Heroes spare their lives." ”

Mu Wen squinted at Qian Leopard, this bald man was quite arrogant to ordinary people, and now when he met someone who really had some ability, he didn't see any backbone from him. With a contemptuous gaze, he said to Qian Leopard: "Eight of the nine of you have died, do you know why I left you alone and didn't kill you?"

Qian Leopard was stunned, thinking about it, there was nothing worth using others. Could it be that his rough appearance was pleasing to the eyes of the black-clothed master in front of him? He was secretly happy in his heart, and said with a sincere fear in his mouth: "The villain doesn't know. ”

Mu Wen said sharply: "Because you deserve to die the most, you can't die right away." ”

As he spoke, Mu Wen flicked his fingers and cut off a sword spirit in Qian Leopard's wide eyes, and then his left hand was also thrown high into the air, and blood splattered on his bald head.

Qian Leopard's voice in the roar stopped abruptly, he fell, and his two feet were slashed by Mu Wen's swing of the Wood Seven Star Sword with sword qi.

Qian Leopard had no hands or feet, like a blood gourd spinning on the ground, but he didn't faint, his face was full of hideous color: "Who are you, I, Qian Leopard, only bully the weak, but I don't remember when I provoked you, the strong." ”

Mu Wen listened to his frankness, and asked rhetorically at any time: "Think about who you provoked yesterday and tonight. ”

Qian Leopard recalled: "Are you the killer called by the merchant traveler? No way, that guy doesn't have such a big means." Or, or did you say that you were called by the second egg, damn it, Lao Tzu did his daughter-in-law's business, and this kid still holds a grudge. ”

"I'll let you die. Mu Wen pulled down the mask little by little.

Qian Leopard opened his mouth round, his eyes were bigger than a bull's eye, and the expression he had when he saw Mu Wen's true face was enough to perform a stage play. He trembled, staring at Mu Wen in disbelief, no wonder he felt that the voice of this night walker was familiar from just now, and he couldn't help blurting out: "It's you, it's you, the waste of the Liu family..."

Accustomed to saying the wasted person, Qian Bao had a ridiculous look at himself: "Mu Wen, you have such a strong strength to hide it when you are humiliated, your heart surname is really terrifying." ”

Mu Wen became interested: "Then, why don't you beg for mercy." ”

"Phew!" Qian Leopard spat and stared at Mu Wen viciously and roared: "Bastard boy, if you want to kill, kill hard, even if the uncle breaks his hands and feet, it will be meaningless to live." ”

Listening to his words, Mu Wen pondered for a few seconds, and said softly: "For the sake of how much backbone you have, let you die a happy death." ”

The words fell, and the seven-star sword in his hand rushed at him a little empty.

Bai Hong's sword qi stabbed out, and his neck was broken.

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After a few steps, the secret monster forgot to ask Qian Leopard for information.

Then he sneaked into a tiled house and asked questions, and after learning where Zhao Haikuan's father and son slept, he went out, leaving three stunned servants.

It was a diamond-shaped attic, in the deepest part of the backyard.

There was a brazier lit in front of the room, and there were thirty or fifty guards of the primordial spirits. The night was so deep, they were also tired and half-closed their eyes, anyway, the gatekeeper was just an ornament, who would have thought that there would really be a killing god breaking in tonight.

"Hai, Mao, Yin, You, Xu, Wei!Six Sword Formation!" Mu Wen leaned his back to the attic and gestured with ten fingers, these words do not represent time, but control the direction of the sword spirit's unsheath. Mu Wen didn't study much about the sword formation, and the six sword formations were only a relatively simple sword formation among the Nine Shadow Battles, but it was more than enough to use here.

The sword spirit flew out from six directions, and before these primordial spirit people could react, they didn't know what was going on before they died.

It's also fortunate that these people are only in the realm of the spirit master, otherwise there will definitely be a disturbance.

Mu Wen quickly climbed to the attic, swept his eyes, and walked towards a room where the guards had stood the most just now, "squeak" pushed open the door, and caught a glimpse of a servant girl who was holding spices, and opened her mouth in fright to scream. Mu Wen covered her mouth, and the back of her neck slashed, and the maid rolled her eyes, and fainted softly in front of Mu Wen's heels.

Looking ahead, a large bunch of red sand curtain cloth was hazy in the inner room.

"Dead girl, it's so slow to get some spices. Mu Wen, who was about to walk in, heard a scolding with a poisonous tongue.

Mu Wen was in a trance, and took a closer look at the decorations in the room were carved with phoenix patterns, it turned out that he had entered the wrong place, this was a boudoir of the Zhao family's daughters. The woman who wanted to speak should be the owner of the room, walked towards the inner room of the red sand curtain, and heard the sound of the bathing water, and soon the impatient scolding came from inside: "Clumsy, hurry up." ”

Hearing the woman's call again, Mu Wen's eyes exploded with a terrifying essence.

This voice, hum, is clearly Miss Zhao Mei!

"If you want to blame it, it's too coincidental for you and me..."Mu Wen sneered evilly in his mouth, flicked his hair, lifted the red sand curtain, and strode into the fragrant inner room.

I saw that in the boudoir of the Zhao family, the furnishings were luxurious, and there was a wide wooden barrel next to the bed, Mu Wen squinted his eyes and saw red fragrant flowers floating on the water, and Zhao Mei was washing her body in it with her hair coiled.

The beauty's gaze towards this side exposes the snow-white and delicate jade skin, and the curve of the small clavicle fragrant shoulders is seductive, especially the tattoo of which red peony flower and leaf on the thin waist adds to the charm of the wind. From behind, through Zhao Mei's arm, a large mass of soft white breasts on the chest was vaguely seen, and she was lying on the edge of the warm water [***].

She mistook Mu Wen who came in for a maidservant, and instructed without looking back: "Xiao Xing, add spices to it, and then come over and knead Miss Ben's body." ”