Crimson blood flowed all over the ground, and eleven human heads gurgled down the hillside.

This scene can be called bloody and terrifying.

When have the ordinary people at the foot of the mountain seen such a scene? couldn't help but retreat again and again, and the timid woman and girl Tong's face turned pale and cried.

Su Zefeng, Jiang Hezhu, Murong Yunxi and a group of others also shuddered.

Is Yuan Yourong, Song Dongxi, and Murong Lei kneeling on the ground, forcibly raising their heads, dazed and stunned, this little thief wants to be killed?

Xin Zhuo sighed, his breath trembling slightly.

These dead people were replaced and were not among the sacrifices, but he was still a little distraught.

He is not a murderous person, nor is he a ruthless and vicious person, in fact, he is very sunny in his heart, and he also yearns for a plain and beautiful life.

If he had a choice, he would rather giggle with everyone, make trouble, have fun, and have a drink and brag together.

But the premise is that you can't be pushed!

If it weren't for the fact that they happened to share and fuse the secret weapon technique just now, even if they ran away, they could barely escape, and Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang would definitely die.

Things have developed to this point, and it has nothing to do with what IQ or means, it is a little thief's counterattack, it is nothing more than your life and death, and before leaving, I have to disgust you.

Of course, his confidence comes from the martial artists from the four major families, and from the perspective of blood, the highest is no more than the sixth grade, and there is no possibility of killing him with one blow.

At this time, the crowd all over the mountains and fields quieted down again after a short period of panic.

Xin Zhuo glanced at the bottom of the mountain again, pondering that his anger was relieved, it was time to go, and if he stayed any longer, he would collapse, and retreated step by step: "Retreat!"

"Xinzhuo!"

At this moment, a figure suddenly walked towards the top of the mountain, a middle-aged man in gray clothes and a white face without a beard.

His waist was a little bent, with a hint of perseverance and inexplicable sorrow on his face, like a peasant man who was anxious about the food and clothing of his family.

But his momentum climbed step by step, and his calloused hand also grasped the broken hilt of the scabbard at his waist:

"I know you want to leave, but you have made a murder, how can you just leave? The four juniors around you, kill them all if you want to, I need a sword, you are buried with them, you ...... Can't get out! ”

"The second sixth grade, the ascetic sword!" Shangguan Fan Qing in the corner of the mountain condensed, and his eyes were full of strange brilliance.

Sun Dadonkey asked in surprise, "What is the ascetic sword?"

Shangguan Fan Qing said: "No wife, no children, ruthless, travel thousands of miles in his life, only practice that style of swordsmanship, he is the sword, the sword is also him, this kind of person is a pure swordsman, stubborn to death, until forced to do so, don't mess with it!"

"It's my cousin Murong Yi, the second sixth grade, the realm is not the highest, but it is the first sword of Fufeng!"

Murong Xiu's expression on the mountain changed greatly, he whispered to Xin Zhuo, and then looked at the middle-aged man who went up the mountain, "Third uncle, don't!" Let us go! ”

Murong Yi didn't pay attention to it, at this time, his momentum had climbed to a certain extreme, his eyes were sharp, and he was close to Xin Zhuo, as if between heaven and earth, only Xin Zhuo existed!

Xin Zhuo also stared at this person carefully, and waved his hand to signal Cui Ying'er and a group of people to go first. He knew that even if he ran away immediately, he would have to eat this man's sword.

Although the sword can't be a hidden weapon, it's like it's locked and can't run away.

Moreover, this person's ideas are too single, and they do not contain the slightest falsehood, and they can't coerce him with Murong Lei, even if they kill them all, he still has to make a sword.

Cui Ying'er and Murong Xiu were obedient, and Queen Cang retreated.

Xin Zhuo also took a few steps back again.

"Jingling—"

A piercing sword groan pierced the sky, and Murong Yi had already drawn out his sword, the sword was three feet three inches long, and the corners had become a little dull due to the perennial swinging and polishing of the sword, but no one dared to underestimate its edge.

"I have traveled thousands of miles, the way of the sword is like a hurricane, please taste!"

He uttered a sentence that seemed to be understood only by himself, but without being sharp or unconventional.

After that, the person had already jumped into the air, and swung a sword, the sword momentum was mysterious, the dazzling sword was like a big river, and the shadow of a sword was followed by the blade.

Slash down.

The surrounding grass and trees seemed to be pulled by some kind of momentum, and they all bent over.

"This ......"

"What a pure sword move!"

Under the mountain, Jiang Hezhu, a group of Gongzi, Shangguan Fan Qing and others swallowed with difficulty.

Murong Yunxi and the other young ladies including Su Zefeng had a look of admiration on their faces, and they all seemed to know this Murong Yi.

Murong Lei's group of people leaned their necks, and because they were not bound by the bandits, they subconsciously moved to the side.

Everyone without exception has a question in their hearts, Xin Zhuo has some skills, but it is said that a few days ago it was only a second grade of the seventh grade, how to take it?

Xin Zhuo didn't have too many ideas, he just felt that he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to take this sword, and even Cui Ying'er, who had just run a few steps behind him, might not be able to escape.

So, no longer hesitating and retreating, folding the gilded gun in his hand, making a "crunch" sound, suddenly turned into a zhang long, holding the gun in his right hand, casting the Lingbo trick ladder cloud vertical, the person has also reached mid-air, brandishing the spear, and stabbing out with a shot.

[Annihilation Tyrant's Dog Howling Invisible Marksmanship.] 】

The cold iron spear head and gilt handle exude the ultimate fierceness in the sunlight.

A little cold came first, and then the gun came out like a dragon.

A long howl like a dog pierced the sky, breathtaking.

A bolt of true qi like a hell flame, as black as ink, manifested as a spear shadow, suddenly appearing three feet above his head, like the afterimage of a spear.

The domineering, bloodthirsty, vicious, and weird aura rushes straight to the Quartet.

This momentum even overwhelmed Murong Yi's sword momentum!

This is the realm characteristics above the Seven Rank Realm, the true qi is out of the body, and the weapon is manifested, which is much stronger than with a group of small buffs.

"This ......"

Countless people under the mountain were still expecting Murong Yi's sword just now, but at this moment, they were awe-inspiring at Xin Zhuo's spear.

Countless eyes moved with the two figures in mid-air, and they didn't even dare to blink their eyes.

"Dang!"

The bright and mighty sword shadow collided with the bloodthirsty and manic gun shadow.

The strong concussive sound resounded in all directions, and the cold true qi rippled out.

The closest Murong Lei group couldn't help but tighten their faces, and their hearts panicked.

"Boom-"

The shadow of the sword and the shadow of the spear disappeared into invisibility.

subsequently

Only the tip of the gun and the tip of the sword collide with each other in a difficult, simple way.

"Squeak!"

After the piercing slight impact, the blade that had been honed over the years was overwhelmed and bent a lot.

Then, with a fierce flick,

The two figures separated.

Xin Zhuo fell to the ground, "Dong Dong Dong" took five steps back, stopped with a spear, his long hair flew around, and his blood was surging.

Looking at Murong Yi again, the sword had been picked up and taken off, and the person also flew out upside down, and then crossed an arc and fell heavily at the foot of the mountain, his footsteps were still calm, but he took seven steps back in a row, and he was dressed in gray clothes and rose without wind, so he could stop.

In front of the withered leaves of the mountains, leaving a line of deep footprints.

Then, he raised his hand to catch the fallen long sword, put it into the sheath, was silent for three breaths, looked directly at Xin Zhuo and said: "A sword has been released, and the mission below is complete."

Turn and leave.

From beginning to end, he was not sad or happy, he came calmly, returned calmly, and didn't seem to care about victory or defeat.

And most of the people up and down the mountain were in a trance.

This battle can't be seen to be exciting, but it is certain that Murong Yi did not win!

Murong Lei and Yuan Yourong sat together, in a dry daze, they were amazed in their hearts, when did Xin Zhuo become a seven-grade realm? ? Changed marksmanship?

Cui Ying'er's group of people who fled also stopped and looked back blankly.

Su Zefeng, who had always hated Xin Zhuo, rubbed his hands with difficulty, and some kind of beauty in his heart was broken, Murong Yi has always been his life direction and idol.

At least at this moment, the style of the thief king Xin Zhuo's one-shot battle with the ascetic sword is engraved in many people's hearts and is extremely unforgettable.

"Shao, Shao Hall Master, who and who won?" The begonia girl looked at her young hall master in surprise, and couldn't help but ask again.

Shangguan Fan Qing's eyes were incomprehensible: "On the surface, you don't lose or win." Xin Zhuo is behind the realm, there is a gap, and he is half a move. And Murong Yi couldn't understand Xin Zhuo's terrible marksmanship, just a moment, the two of them changed thirteen ways in a row, he only blocked Xin Zhuo's eight roads, and the other five roads didn't know how to block, all relying on the sword shape to knock hard, suffered a big loss, his true qi was disordered, and he suffered internal injuries, which was regarded as a defeat and a downfall! ”

Haitang was puzzled: "The two compartments are offset, so didn't Murong Yi lose half a move?"

Shangguan Fan Qing opened the folding fan: "Martial arts is not counted like this, if there is a real life and death fight, none of them can kill anyone, if Murong Yi understands Xin Zhuo's marksmanship, he will definitely have the upper hand and even injure Xin Zhuo." But if Xin Zhuo breaks through the second sixth grade, he can't kill him! ”

As he spoke, he slammed the fan: "!" Isn't Xin Zhuo the second seventh grade, with a knife? When did you switch to guns, Qipin Realm? Entering the country so quickly? It's ...... Discerning and indiscriminate. ”

"Xinzhuo!"

The people of the four families in front of them were not deterred by Murong Yi's frustration at this time, and they were unwilling to compromise, the four old men stepped forward in unison, their bodies were tense and their momentum was terrifying, and they were all inferior to the sixth grade.

For a moment, the strong fluctuation of true qi made the surrounding people subconsciously stay away.

Pull it down, Xin Zhuo is easy to calm down and slip away.

At this moment, a soft and polite voice came from afar: "Xin Zhuo, please take the Qiu Palace Pavilion note!"