Jing Zhou slashed at the person who slashed at him with a backhand.

The force was so great that it directly cut off the man's head.

Blood spurted out of his neck, splashing Jing Zhou's body.

In a few moments, the white clothes like snow were stained with blood.

"Hahaha", Jing Zhou was happy to kill at this time, his eyes were red, the killing intent in his heart soared, and he didn't feel that his shoulder hurt, and he laughed loudly, venting the emotions that had accumulated in his chest for a long time.

If there are people who are familiar with Jingzhou from now on, they will definitely find that he seems to have changed greatly at this time, as if he has fallen into a demon.

Fighting to receive the opportunity of Lu Bai's palm, his right hand mustered up his internal strength, and with a sharp charge, the blue light on Jingzhou's long sword flashed, piercing Dingyi's chest.

After a while, following the Qingcheng faction and the Hengshan faction, the two veterans of the Taishan faction opened their eyes again, and they were unwilling to die under the Jingzhou sword.

"Haha, happy and happy, a man should lift a three-foot sword and kill all the people who are unhappy in his heart."

He killed two more people in a row, and a new opening was added to his back.

Jing Zhou can't count how many people he has killed now.

He was covered in blood at this time, both his own and other people's, and the sword in his hand flowed down the tick, as if he had just been fished out of a pool of blood.

The whole yard was filled with the smell of blood, and blood had accumulated in the slightly low-lying areas of the ground.

The courtyard was littered with corpses, and a few who hadn't died, foaming at blood in their mouths, struggling to breathe the last few breaths of air.

At this time, although Jing Zhou was covered in a mouth and blood kept flowing out, everyone in the courtyard was frightened by him and did not dare to step forward. The courtyard, which was originally crowded with people, is now more than half empty.

"Goo-toot!"

I don't know who swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and it fell into everyone's ears, like a needle falling to the ground, clearly audible.

Although Jingzhou seemed to be physically exhausted, many people still retreated.

These people originally thought that it should be easy for so many people to kill Jing Zhou, but they didn't expect that now several of the heads of the big factions alone have died, not to mention those people from the small sects.

If you keep fighting, you might end up here.

Lu Bai and Yue Buqun, one knew that Jing Zhou's swordsmanship was powerful from the beginning, and he avoided it carefully, and the other had the idea of playing soy sauce from the beginning, and he couldn't work hard, at this time, the characters with heads and faces present were not injured.

Liu Zhengfeng is not a pedantic person, seeing that the Chongshan faction has bad intentions, he took advantage of the chaos of the crowd, dismissed a group of disciples, and took his wife and children to avoid the backyard.

Lu Bai is getting more and more frightened now, although Jing Zhou is covered in blood, like a hungry ghost crawling out of hell, but now, half of the people in the courtyard have died under his sword.

Looking around, at this time, there was no Songshan person in yellow clothes in the entire courtyard except for him.

Suppressing the fear in his heart, Lu Bai shouted loudly: "Don't be afraid, how much internal strength does that thief have left?" His sword has slowed down a lot, everyone go together, and we're going to let him die here today. ”

"That's right, let's go together, whoever kills this demon sect demon at that time will belong to whoever has the evil sword spectrum!"

"If you get the sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits and practice for three or five years, you can dominate the martial arts, even if you exchange your life, it's worth it!"

As soon as they heard the sword spectrum of warding off evil spirits, some people instantly expelled their fear, and the sword spectrum of warding off evil spirits, who doesn't want it!

Just look at the bloody sword in the hand of the evil man, and you will know the power of this evil sword spectrum.

If they get this sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits, then their martial arts will definitely improve by leaps and bounds.

As for whether they can kill the person in front of them, it is not within their consideration.

After all, who doesn't feel that they have a little luck, and there is hope to grab the evil sword spectrum.

People, in such cases, will believe what if.

"Kill!" Lu Bai took the lead, and his palms went towards Jing Zhou's chest.

Others can paddle, but he and Jing Zhou have new and old grudges, and it is impossible to get Jing Zhou to let him go.

The only way to survive is to kill the person in front of you.

Now that Jing Zhou has red eyes, and he has no feeling for the wounds on his body, he just wants to kill all the people in front of him now!

Seeing that Lu Bai took the initiative to rush towards him, Jing Zhou was not afraid at all, and raised his sword to stab forward.

Even if there were still a few people between the two, Jing Zhou's body technique was transported to the extreme, and he "brushed" a few swords to solve the obstacles in front of him, and the blood-stained long sword and Lu Bai's pair of fleshy palms collided together.

"Hahahaha, you really have the bottom inside, today this Hengyang City is your burial place!"

When Lu Bai saw his flesh palm catching Jing Zhou's long sword, he couldn't help but look hideous and laughed wildly.

He had a mental calculation or not, and at the moment he felt that he was more sure of killing Jing Zhou today.

"Kill you, even if it's one percent of the internal force, it's enough!"

Regarding Jing Zhou's words, Lu Bai felt that he was a duck on the verge of death, with a hard mouth.

At that moment, he waved seven or eight palms, and the palm shadow in the sky shrouded Jing Zhou.

"Bang bang bang" There was a sound of swords and palms intersecting, and the two of them passed a few more moves in the blink of an eye.

"Die!"

Jing Zhou showed a flaw at this time, and was slapped on the chest by Lu Bai's palm, and there was a "click", and there was a sound of broken sternum.

Spit out a mouthful of blood, he endured the pain, exchanged his wound for a sword, and pierced Lu Bai's heart.

"Ah!!!h

After killing Lu Bai, Jing Zhou didn't have time to rest for a moment when he felt something bite on the back of his neck, and the severe pain made him can't help but cry out.

Grabbing back with his left hand, he threw out the thing he had taken off his neck, and Jing Zhou saw that it was a colorful scorpion, and there was a drop of blood on the scorpion's tail.

I don't know if it was because of excessive blood loss or the influence of scorpion venom, kneeling on one knee and holding a long sword in his right hand, Jing Zhou felt that his chest was now tight, his brain was swollen, and his eyes were glazed.

After thousands of calculations, I didn't expect that in the end, Qu Feiyan was the only one who missed.

I didn't expect that I would be soft-hearted!

The sharp pain made him clear, and a wry smile flashed at the corner of Jing Zhou's mouth.

Maybe he's going to die here today, he's not Ling Hu Chong, he's not Duan Yu, he's not the protagonist.

The sword will bleed even if it hurts him, and if it bleeds too much, he will also be weak, and if he is not careful, he will also be killed.

While he can still pick up the sword, he wants to kill a few more, be a hero in life, and be a ghost in death!

Besides, Jing Zhou also knew that he was begging for mercy and wanted to survive, which was tantamount to a fool's dream.

When the people around him saw that he was poisoned, they did not go up to force him, but stood quietly in place, waiting for him to die of poison. Anyway, the death of the evil boy in front of them is a foregone conclusion, they can endure the loneliness and practice for a decade or two, and there is nothing to wait for a moment now.

Yue Buqun tore a piece from his clothes and wrapped it around his left arm.

When he was paddling before, he deliberately let Jing Zhou stab him, so that even if all the people here are dead today, he has something to explain. His sword is worth exchanging for the entire Songshan faction.

This time, many people from the Songshan faction came, and there were a few Taibao alone, and now, all of them are dead.

Yue Buqun felt that this time, even if the Songshan faction had a big family and a big business, it would have to suffer a lot of vitality. The thought of this made him feel better.

Jing Zhou knelt on the spot, feeling his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and his hands becoming weaker and weaker.

At this time, he thought of Ren Yingying, thought of Lingyu, and thought of the little girl named Bi'er.