"Sixth Master, let's go as planned."

"Wait, I smell blood." Tang Jing seemed to have stepped out of the shadows, frowning as he tasted the air.

"It smells of human blood."

"Someone's coming?" The Venerable Master of Hundred Poisons was shocked when he heard this, this grove was a private garden, and the entrance of the things he bought was guarded, ordinary farmers would not come, and serious warriors would have to make a detour when they saw it.

After all, there is a notice at the entrance of this wood, hanging in the poison garden under the banner of Baicaomen, who wants to come and see if there are any poisonous snakes inside.

"Be careful, I'll take a look." Tang Jing frowned, wrapped his spiritual power around his body, and walked in the direction of the hill.

At this time, the grove became unusually quiet, and the Venerable Hundred Poisons felt a sense of unease.

This uneasiness reminded him of a time when he had accidentally fallen in love with their family's spirit soldier more than eighty years ago while treating a patient.

Because that spirit weapon is actually an extremely rare [Shennong] characteristic, a treasure that every medicine master dreams of.

In order to rob the patient's family property, let him obediently present this spiritual weapon, and the Venerable Master of Hundred Poisons quietly designed an incurable disease for the patient.

It was the supreme masterpiece of the Master of Hundred Poisons, a mixture of more than a hundred toxins, and even the disciples and brothers could not tell what the disease was.

He is going to spend three or five years of work to make the patient inseparable from his treatment, and finally destroy the patient's family and take the treasure for himself.

It's a pity that the patient is not a fool, he didn't believe in the joint diagnosis of the master of the Medicine King Sect, and actually spent a lot of money to invite the senior monk of the Medicine Buddha Hall of the Maha Temple.

Now things are not good.

That day, the Venerable Master's heart was beating very fast, and he didn't hesitate without any hesitation, he turned around and ran.

The high monk was really extraordinary, and the senior brothers of the same sect couldn't see that the symptoms were recognized by him.

If he had been a little later, there would have been no name for the Hundred Poisons Master on the rivers and lakes.

"If you want something, you have to kill people and poison it."

"But be prepared to be aware of failure."

"Is the old decay going to fail again?"

"Then run."

The heartbeat of the Venerable Master of Hundred Poisons was very strong, exactly the same as back then.

He couldn't hesitate, so he turned around and ran, not even thinking about the plan.

In addition to studying poisons, he also reads history books.

Understand that the most important skill of a qualified big man is to survive.

Failure can be infinite, and when you die, there is nothing.

Tang Jing had just come to the hill, but he didn't see his own doorman, so he ran away inexplicably.

Because he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

His nephew, the son-in-law of the Tang family, the future star of hope, was killed.

After killing, he hung on the treetops in a grand manner, and his head was separated.

"Kill!"

After Tang Jing's momentary anger, the murderous aura in his whole body exploded, which was also a typical defensive measure.

Murderous aura is a powerful weapon to counteract the spiritual seeds of martial arts masters.

The killing gods in the army have always been regarded as the best tools by the big shots, because their murderous aura is enough to resist the most terrifying mental manipulation of martial arts masters.

Tang Jing pulled out his saber and cut it in two.

Soul chasing knife method - haunting dreams!

….

The Tang family's sword technique is similar to Chu Qianqiu's "Ten Kings of Hell Sutra", and with the Tang family's supreme treasure book "Dementor Sutra", it can even allow warriors to see the scene before death.

Tang Jing's approach was very simple, he wanted to know who the enemy was.

And then he will be broken into pieces!

After this sword, all the surrounding trees died, as if they were living masters, completely robbing them of their vitality.

This is the Tang family's "Dementor Sutra", which leaves no wounds and no living mouth.

Only the souls of the enemy are taken.

Only a master who has cultivated to the innate extreme realm can

It's so powerful.

"Nope!"

"No remnants!"

Tang Jing's eyes were like a beast that chose people to devour, he didn't understand who was the black hand, killing his nephew, and he didn't even leave his soul.

"Who the hell is such a ruthless attack!"

Tang Jing couldn't understand that Tang Kui had just come out of the rivers and lakes, what could he offend the heroes of the rivers and lakes?

"It's me!"

There was a faint voice in my ears.

Arriving earlier than the sound was a black sword light!

Chu Qianqiu liked his Moon Holding Knife very much, not because of how good it was, but because its blade was pitch black.

It's convenient when it comes to killing.

The reflected sword light will provide more information to experienced martial arts masters, making it easier to dodge.

And the moon-hugging knife used by Chu Qianqiu was pitch black all over, and when the knife went down, it was dark.

At this moment, Tang Jing's hairs exploded, and an extreme cold air rushed from the soles of his feet to his skull through the spine.

Is it life or death?

If the head of the martial arts master is cut off, he will die.

What's more, Tang Jing is congenital, not martial arts.

But he is worthy of being the most outstanding master of the Tang family, and he is expected to be a strong martial artist.

If it weren't for the fact that the Tang family didn't have a third innate extreme realm, he would have challenged the future and impacted the martial arts phase a long time ago.

So he made the decision.

Let's die together.

No matter who you are, no matter what your purpose is, your malice towards the Tang family is deep, then I will take you away.

Tang Jing didn't bet on life and death, he bet on his own life and death.

Soul Chasing Knife Technique - Soul Flying Away!

Tang Jing's eyebrows cracked, and a slender slit opened in the center of his eyebrows, and black blood seeped out, and at the same time, a blue knife slashed out from the center of his eyebrows.

Kill!

This is like Li Chengxin's fight to the death!

He made the most ruthless decision in the shortest possible time.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Chu Qianqiu said approvingly, he obviously had a chance to escape, but he seized the last opportunity and slashed out the most terrifying knife.

[I have known an old book friend for ten years to recommend to me to chase books, @

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