"Didn't you see, a little great monk of yours also knows about the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

Ye Xiong looked at the ghost knife with disdain. "I didn't want to kill you yet, but only the dead can keep it a secret forever."

A hint of panic flashed on Ghost Knife's face, and he immediately knelt on the ground to show weakness. "Big guy, why do you have to protect this Apocalypse City?"

"Because I like it."

As soon as Ye Xiong finished speaking, the ghost knife suddenly pulled out the dagger from his back waist and snorted.

The hand of the ghost knife was still stagnant in mid-air, but a sword qi pierced through his throat.

"It's so fast....."

The ghost knife covered the wound, and the spiritual power in the body began to quickly dissipate... A few seconds later, the ghost knife sat on the ground and died.

Knock knock.

At this time, Wang Yong's voice came from outside the door.

"Mr. Devilknife, are you there?"

There was no answer inside.

"You're not going to go, are you?" Wang Yong thought to himself.

At this time, screams came from the backyard.

Jiuyou's body was discovered, a great monk died, and everyone quarreled.

Wang Yong felt that something was wrong, so he hurriedly turned around and ran down.

Outcome.

Wang Yong, who had just come downstairs, met Liu Yun with a panicked face.

"Wang Yong, where's Mr. Ghost Knife?"

Liu Yun's eyes were full of fear at this time.

"What's going on?"

Wang Yong looked puzzled.

"Nine Shades is dead." Liu Yun said tremblingly.

"What!" Wang Yong pushed Liu Yun away, took a few steps forward, and saw the corpse lying on the ground..."This... Who did it? "

"I don't know, hurry! Fast! Go find Mr. Ghost Knife..."Liu Yun now put all his hope on Ghost Knife.

"I just called, and no one paid attention to me." Wang Yong's tone was a little melancholy.

"Impossible."

Liu Yun said affirmatively. "The ghost knife hasn't left the room yet."

"Really?"

Wang Yong's expression suddenly darkened.

"Of course it's true." Liu Yun continued. "Just now I asked him to drink, and he said no."

"That's bad."

Wang Yong turned around and ran upstairs, Liu Yun found that Wang Yong's expression was wrong, and immediately followed.

The two of them stood outside the door of the ghost knife and let their men slam the door open.

The moment the door slammed open, the expressions of the two were as ugly as eating.

The corpse of the ghost knife lay straight on the ground, and the blood hole in his throat was still spurting blood.

Two great monks died in a row.

Both Wang Yong and Liu Yun's backs were soaked in cold sweat.

"What now?"

Wang Yong looked at the older Liu Yun.

"What to do? You ask me, who do I ask? Liu Yun was extremely irritable now, and Niu Ben, the only great monk of the Apocalypse, was already dead.

Where are the masters?

Liu Yun cautiously walked into the room and checked the corpse of the ghost knife.

"What are you doing?" Wang Yong held the door and did not dare to enter.

"It's all a one-hit kill," Liu Yun sat down on the ground and muttered to himself. The same is true of the Nine Shadows, the same is true of the Ghost Knife now, and there are still masters in the Apocalypse, it must be like this. ”

Wang Yong saw that Liu Yun's mental state was a little abnormal, and he immediately comforted him. "Impossible, one of them is in the middle stage of the Great Cultivator, and the other is in the late stage, the people who can kill them in seconds are at least king-level masters, if there is a king-level master in the Apocalypse, will it become like this?"

"I don't know." Liu Yun shook his head frantically. "Now the land occupation thing has to stop

"This ....." Wang Yong wanted to say something, but seeing Liu Yun's face was not good, he could only choke on the words.

Meanwhile.

Ye Xiong was sitting at a noodle stall, eating braised pork noodles.

"Boss, there's a bit too much meat today."

After hearing this, the noodle stall owner came to Ye Xiong with a smile. "You're a regular customer, it's different."

Last time, Ye Xiong had a gold coin in his hand, how could the boss be a little ignorant?

In the City of the Apocalypse.

The person who can carry gold coins with him is either rich or expensive, and he cannot afford to offend.

"Okay, can the boss do me a favor?" Ye Xiong wiped his mouth and said softly.

"You say."

The boss stood respectfully aside.

"Send this note to the Drunken Immortal Tower, give it to the messenger from Canglang, and don't worry about anything else."

Ye Xiong handed the note to the boss, who carefully took the note with a strange expression.

Today, I just heard that the envoy from the waves showed off his might in the apocalypse.

"If you don't want to, boss, I won't force it." Ye Xiong saw that the boss was in a trance, turned around and prepared to leave.

When the boss saw that Ye Xiong was leaving, he immediately stomped his feet fiercely. "You are my nobleman, leave this little matter to me."

"That's fine." After speaking, Ye Xiong left the noodle stall.

The boss first accepted the guy who was eating, and then quietly opened the note, although there were only eight simple words on it, but the boss's eyes revealed a hot light.

Drunken Immortal Building.

The envoy group had been packed, and Liu Yun and Wang Yong were ready to leave overnight and go back to report the situation here.

"Hurry up." Wang Yong commanded the servants.

The stall owner, who had arrived in a hurry, recognized the banner of the messenger regiment and trotted up.

"Is it the emissary corps, please?"

The noodle stall owner had never done anything big in his life, and when he saw the envoy group, his voice was still a little trembling.

"You are?"

Wang Yong looked at the plainly dressed middle-aged man in front of him, his eyes were full of disdain.

"I'm a noodle seller, and a customer asked me to deliver a letter."

"Letter?"

Wang Yong's expression was even more puzzled, the people of the Apocalypse should not like these traitors.

As he spoke, the stall owner handed over the note.

After Wang Yong took it, he glanced at it, and his pupils instantly constricted.

"Who... Who... For you. ”

Liu Yun, who had just come out, saw Wang Yong's expression, and after stepping forward to check, he almost fainted.

The note reads, "Those who offend my apocalypse will be killed."

"Two, it's okay, I'll go first."

The owner of the noodle stall thought that he would be arrested, but he didn't expect that the two people in front of him were angry?

"Wait."

Liu Yun coughed twice. "Sir, may I ask what else the person who gave you the note said?"

You?

The noodle stall owner has been a little person all his life, and when has he been so valued by these big officials, he immediately cleared his throat.

Calm your excited heart.

"It's nothing, the guest said, after reading the note, you can do whatever you have to do, nothing to do, you can get out."

After speaking.

The noodle stall owner already felt like his back was soaked in cold sweat.

"Yes, yes, we'll do what he says." After speaking, Wang Yong also took out several gold coins from his pocket and handed them to the owner of the noodle stall. "Please laugh."

This wave of operations made the noodle stall owner look confused.

Seeing that he didn't react, Wang Yong thought that he had given less, so he hurriedly took a few more gold coins and offered them with both hands.

"This is for me?"

"Of course."

The stall owner rubbed his hands and took the gold coin and put it in his pocket. "Thank you then, don't send it."

After saying that, the owner of the noodle stall turned around and swaggered away.

Leaving Wang Yong and Liu Yun messy in the wind.