Therefore, at this time, all kinds of tactics and tactics emerged one after another, and more and more people died, and there was even a person called the title of human slaughter, and the army he commanded killed half of the army killed in the war during that period, and according to later statistics, there were more than a million enemy soldiers who died in his hands.

Xiang Ye was in a period where there was no etiquette, and a character like him would naturally not be accepted by the people at that time.

Later, he was besieged by the Jianghu people, and nearly a hundred middle gods and several upper god masters jointly killed him.

There is one thing that Wang Qizhi never understands, why there were so many masters of the god position at that time, but now there is almost no one on the rivers and lakes, why is this?

He couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped bothering himself.

After Xiang Ye was killed, most of his martial arts were destroyed, only the Red Shadow Sword Technique and the Four Styles of Transformation were hidden by two ill-intentioned people, Xiang Ye was already dead, but the consciousness that he conjured up by his internal power completely recorded these things and showed them to Wang Qizhi in the form of sound.

I don't know why it will appear in this Dreamless Mountain again, does the Dreamless Mountain Patriarch have any relationship with this Xiang Ye?

Coincidentally, if you want to urge the four styles of transformation, you must have the Red Shadow Sword Technique as the key, but I didn't expect to be all abandoned by the king, is this the will of heaven?

It can be seen from the name on this secret book that it is naturally related to the internal force of others, otherwise it cannot be called the four styles of chemical power, although it is not so important to etiquette than Xiang Ye's era now, but this kind of martial arts is still not accepted, and it will be remembered by others, so as not to show it at will in the future, so as not to bring death to yourself.

Wang Qizhi just wanted to lie on the bed and rest, but found that the secret book had disappeared, leaving a pile of ashes on the bed, and he sighed: "This Xiang Demon Lord is really deliberate. ”

After shaking off the dust, he lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep, and did not wake up until the third pole of the sun.

At this moment, he heard the noise outside in a daze, and hurriedly opened his eyes and went out to investigate the situation.

As soon as I walked out of the house, I found more than a dozen people in Western costumes standing in the courtyard, including the guys who had been beaten up last night, obviously they wanted to seek revenge today.

Yan'er and Qing'er were confronting them bastards, and when they saw Wang Zhizhi come out, one of the tall black men pointed at him and said in Western Chinese to a white-skinned man:

"Boss, this is the kid."

The white-skinned man stepped forward, pointed at Wang Qizhi and scolded loudly: "Boy, you are so bold, my people dare to fight, don't you want to live?" Kneel down and apologize to a few of us at once, or we'll cut off your head today. ”

Wang Qizhi looked at this group of people, except for the few guys who cleaned up yesterday, most of the rest of the people were between the lower moon position and the middle moon position, only this guy who was the head of the house was okay with martial arts, and it was around the next day position, and it was more than enough for the three of them to clean up a few.

Seeing that Wang Qizhi did not speak, the white-skinned man thought that this kid was afraid, so he said even more excessively: "Boy, you don't have to kneel, you can lend these two beautiful girls to us for a few days, and then return them when we have had enough." ”

As soon as these words came out, Wang Qizhi was instantly furious, and with a move of his right hand, the Zitian Sword flew out of his room, and after pulling out the scabbard, he said to the two Yan'er beside him: "Don't show mercy to your subordinates." ”

Looking at the few people who abandoned Wang Qi who burst out of his breath, the dozen or so people from the Western Kingdom found that the lowest martial arts of these three people were also in the middle of the month, and there was a strong person in the upper rank, just by her, it was enough to knock everyone over, not to mention the kid surnamed Sun, whose martial arts had skyrocketed so much at once, what kind of evil skills were used.

These people from the West were originally cowardly like rats, and now they have encountered hard stubble, so they want to flee here, they don't want to give their names here, but it's not that the boss doesn't speak, no one dares to leave without permission, even if they can escape this catastrophe, there is no good fruit to eat after they go back, so they would rather be killed by the three of Wang Qizhi than be deserters.

The white-skinned man was even more in a dilemma, you said let's go, you can't get over your face, I'm afraid there is a risk of folding here if you don't go, and finally gritted his teeth, he still felt that his life was important, and shouted in the common language of the West, "Withdraw!" "They want to get out of here.

Wang Qizhi's three people had obviously been provoked, how could they let them go so easily, and their figures blocked the retreat of more than a dozen people on the other side in a flash.

When the white-skinned man saw that he couldn't escape, he was ready to fight to the death, he drew his short sword at his waist and rushed towards Wang Qizhi first, and the rest of the people also rushed over.

Wang Qizhi said to the two beside him: "Yan'er, Sister Qing'er, this group of miscellaneous fish will be handed over to you, and the white-skinned pig will be handed over to me." ”

Seeing that the other party was about to rush over, the two didn't care about saying more, so they entered the battle circle, and Wang Qizhi faced the white-skinned man.

The swordsmanship used by the white-skinned man was extremely strange, all relying on speed and strength, and the sword in his hand seemed to be short, but it had concentrated strength, and every time he attacked, he would concentrate his whole body a little, because Wang Qizhi had never been exposed to such strange swordsmanship, and this person knew a lot about the swordsmanship of Huaxia Jianghu, so Wang Qizhi still suffered a lot, and was knocked out several times, and his arm was also shocked and numb.

After several rounds of fighting, Wang Qizhi had a thorough understanding of the opponent's swordsmanship and began to fight back.

Yan'er and Qing'er were much more relaxed, they came and went freely in the crowd, and knocked a few people from the Western Kingdom to the ground in a few rounds.

When the white-skinned man dropped the short sword in his hand, the former used the short sword to rotate half a circle on the opponent's sword, and after unloading this part of the force, he turned sideways and stabbed the situation, and the latter had to retreat.

After more than a dozen rounds of fighting, the white-skinned man was already tired and panting, and Wang Qizhi still had a lot of strength, he saw that Yan'er's side was almost over the battle, so he simply stopped entangling with the other party and resolved the battle as soon as possible.

The short sword in his hand quickly left his hand, floating in front of him, and then conjured up more than a dozen blood-red short swords of the same appearance, stabbing straight at the white-skinned man.

Wang Qizhi just wanted to command the dozen or so blood-colored long swords to fight, but he found that something strange appeared in his mind, and the blood-red font appeared again, which made him have a splitting headache.

Since he couldn't control the dozen or so blood-colored swords, they struck on the spot and stayed where they were.