"It's me, I'm Murong Jiu, I came across time and space, just to kill and kill friends and blood enemies, and you, clothed in black, will definitely pay with your life for that act. ”

Calm eyes swept over Xuan Qing and Gray Yi, Murong Jiu's gaze finally stayed on Hei Yi's face, although he and the other two also had grudges, but in his heart, Black Yi was the most urgent person to kill. At the moment when he saw the black clothes, his heart was extremely calm, and his soul consciousness was extremely clear, there was only one chance to kill the black clothes, and the black clothes had to die!

"Ha Lu Ha...... The black-clothed eyes glanced at Murong Jiu and the others, and also roughly understood the strength realm of several people, his eyes were full of light, with Murong Jiu's strength, it was tantamount to a fantasy to want to kill himself, he said disdainfully: "Murong Jiu, what can you do to me with your slight cultivation? Today you can't do your best, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Although the black cloth disdained Murong Jiu's cultivation, he did not deny Murong Jiu's rapid growth, such a foundationless ordinary person had the strength of the seventh-level realm in just a few years, and his talent was superior to Xuanqing.

The speed of his cultivation surprised Hei Yi, and Hei Yi didn't dare to imagine what kind of strength Murong Jiu would have if it was ten years later, thirty years later, and fifty years later, he should definitely not be inferior to himself! Black Yi had already given birth to the intention of killing Murong Jiu, he didn't dare to let Murong Jiu continue to grow, he had to strangle the hidden danger at a low-level realm!

"Black, you do have the strength of a ruthless hand, I can't compete with you, but through the ages. There is a saying in the world that everyone has heard of - 'Guns are easy to dodge, but hidden arrows are difficult to prevent', I don't know if you are in black clothes but wary of the dark arrows I sent?" Murong Jiu's quiet demeanor seemed to be talking to his old friend, but his calm words set off a huge storm in the hearts of the three people in black.

"Tofu was poisoned by you?" Xuan Qing's face changed miserably, and he exclaimed.

"Impossible, how can ordinary poisons deceive our perception?" Out of caution, the gray cloth had already detected all kinds of food, and it was indeed correct, but Murong Jiu's indifferent expression really made him feel uneasy.

"Poison? How could I secretly poison the food of two great cultivators? It's just thirteen spices, and it's not poisonous in itself. However, if it is matched with purple wood dragon sandalwood. These thirteen spices became highly toxic. ”

Murong Jiu glanced at the purple wood dragon sandalwood that had burned out in his hand, he took a deep breath of the sandalwood fragrance in the air, and suddenly felt refreshed. Indeed, poison was put into the food of the two eighth-level realm cultivators. This is unwise. Not only is it difficult to deceive their senses. It will even startle the snake, but unlike the soft tendon thirteen incense, it is not a poison. It's just thirteen kinds of spices in nature, which do not contain any toxins, but they react with the purple wood dragon sandalwood to produce a strong effect of soft tendons and crispy bones, which is indeed invisible.

However, the preparation of the thirteen spices is extremely difficult, not only is the recipe not easy to obtain, but even if the recipe is obtained, it is difficult to collect the thirteen spices. Murong Jiu was able to possess the Thirteen Incense Sticks of Soft Muscles, completely relying on Gai Shandong's help.

"Thirteen Spices of Soft Muscles?" Xuan Qing sat on the chair with a buttocks, the fragrance of the purple wood dragon sandalwood had already been breathed into his body, and when he saw Murong Jiu with a confident expression at this moment, he suddenly felt that his limbs were sore, and a fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Thirteen incense with soft tendons?"

The black-clothed eyes burst out with a fierce light, and the momentum of the eighth-level realm exploded like a violent wind swept towards Murong Jiu and the others, and the dining table and cup in front of him were immediately shattered. His body shook, and he and the gray clothes slammed through the wall and fled.

"Black, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, I will definitely hunt you down to death!"

Although the momentum of the black clothes was strong, it was not irresistible, Murong Jiu, Xue'er, and Yue'er all drummed up their own body protection strength at the same time, and they only felt slightly suffocated in the impact of that momentum. The black-clothed man who fled without a fight had already shown that he was no longer the courage of an eighth-level powerhouse with the thirteen incense sticks in his body, but was like a tiger with his teeth pulled out, leaving a tiger with no tiger's might.

Murong Jiu's body fluttered and pursued at full speed, he bombarded in the air, and a substantial palm flew Xuan Qing, who was sitting softly on the chair, out of the air! In the final analysis, the reason why the black clothes had a life-and-death grudge with Murong Jiu was that Xuan Qing played a huge role in it, and Murong Jiu would not let him go. However, the black cloth was the perpetrator of the whole incident, and Murong Jiu's body kept stopping, and he instantly came out through the wall.

The rumbling thunder resounded in the air, and the torrential rain poured in Qiantang Town, what a familiar scene, in the storm a few years ago, four beautiful girl angels broke their wings and died of incense, and at this time, Murong Jiu, who was like a god, was chasing and killing the enemy of life and death!

Although the black and gray clothes were poisoned by the soft tendons, and their bodies were sore and weak, this did not affect the mobilization of the true yuan power in the two of them, but they had never heard of the "Thirteen Fragrances of Soft Tendons", and their limbs were suddenly weak, which suddenly gave them the idea of being calculated and invincible.

When they meet on a narrow road, the brave wins, and it is a pity that they are timid, not the brave.

The black-clothed staggered away, signaling the beginning of Murong Jiu's pursuit and killing of the enemy, the suppression and persistence of several years, at this moment, the blood in his body was rapidly flowing in the blood vessels, the emotion of revenge was excited in the mental space, and his eyes flashed with scorching light.

Closer, closer...... Only thirty zhang away from the two people who flew in front of him, a pair of huge blood wings suddenly stretched out behind Murong Jiu's back, the blood-colored wings vibrate, he suddenly accelerated, and the black wooden stick held between his hands exuded layers of evil qi. He slammed down, a fierce roar howling in the air, and a blood-colored blue wolf's eyes scattered a fierce purple-red light, and it swept into the black and gray clothes in front of it with a rolling blood-colored rage.

Rumble...... Seven blood-colored sword lights slashed obliquely from the front of the black and gray clothes, and the sharp sword light bypassed the bodies of the two of them, and slashed at the figure of the blood wolf, the blood-colored brilliance reflected the red sky, and the violent roar exploded into the air, and the blasting energy rolled up like a hurricane.

Poof! A mouthful of blood spurted out of his body, and Murong Jiu was immediately knocked back by the anti-shock force.

In the midst of the storm, there was a battle of cultivators. Many cultivators flew into the air to watch, and Murong Jiu, who had blood-colored wings on his back and looked like a fierce god, undoubtedly became the focus of everyone's attention.

Yes...... Looking at the seven dead-like Ding'an City ironclad guards in front of them, as well as Bai Zheng, the fake Sima Yan behind them, and the black and gray clothes, Murong Jiu's eyes were torn for a moment, and the pupils of his eyes showed blood red, and at the critical moment of killing the black clothes and taking revenge, there was an obstacle to revenge, and Murong Jiu's resentment was surging and boiling in his heart.

"Dragon Cult, I want your life......"

Thinking about the whole incident carefully, it cannot be ruled out that the Divine Dragon Sect colluded with the black-clothed scheme Murong Jiu, but a strong hatred surged in his chest. Murong Jiu was unwilling to wait for a new opportunity. The resurrection of Xue'er and Yue'er has already made him feel guilty, and he can't wait for the next opportunity. Therefore, this time, whether it is a trap of the Divine Dragon Sect or not. Murong Jiu only has to kill the black clothes with a stick!

The body suddenly divided. Three identical Murong Jiu shot forward at the same time. The speed of the free step reached the point of horror under the increase of the blood-colored wings. The three bodies drove out three clear figures, and each movement had nearly thirty figures performing, giving the crowd a strong visual impact of the demon dancing. It makes it difficult to tell which is the real thing.

Surrounded by the seven ironclad guards, Murong Jiu's true body changed and shuttled irregularly among nearly a hundred figures, and the dense blood-colored figure instantly submerged the seven ironclad guards, and his own soaring evil qi and the surging aura driven by waving the black wooden stick completely covered the figures of the eight of them.

The many cultivators watching the battle could only see the rolling and churning of the surging whirlpool of evil qi, and the sound of gold and iron striking from the intersecting knives and sticks, as well as the howls of ghosts and wolves and hell roaring that came out of them.

Bai Zheng and the fake Sima Yan were shocked, the two of them couldn't imagine that Murong Jiu only half a year later was much more terrifying than when they were in Ding'an City, and the surging aura that was rolling and drumming shocked them.

Compared to the battle in Ding'an City, Murong Jiu's strength realm has crossed the seventh-level level, and there is an extra pair of blood wings behind his back, and an extra black wooden stick in his hand, it is these advances that have greatly improved his combat effectiveness.

What's more, today, Murong Jiu's heart was filled with the fire of restless hatred, and the murderous cruelty in his heart was thoroughly stimulated by the demonic weapons and blood-colored wings, and he was hindered by the Divine Dragon Sect, which had already made him fall into a state of madness, and his heart was only full of resentment!

Rumble...... There was a thunderous explosion in the whirlpool of evil qi, Murong Jiu was blasted out of the air dozens of zhang away, his body could not voluntarily flip in the void, on his chest and back, there were as many as a dozen knife wounds that were visible to the bones, and the qi and blood in his body gushed out wave after wave, and his blood spilled into the sky.

On the other side, the layers of surging blood and evil qi dissipated, and only seven sets of iron armor and seven large ring knives fell freely in the air, and the seven dead guards were completely gone!

The cultivators watching were in an uproar, since the previous battle, most people would have thought that the seven ironclad guards were united, and their combat strength was directly catching up with the mid-to-late stage of the seventh level, but the outcome of the battle in front of them showed that they were smashed by a young man of the seventh level realm, and their bones were lost, which was really surprising.

Bai Zheng and the fake Sima Yan also felt dry mouths, the opponent who was not much different from himself half a year ago was now so terrifying, the two of them knew the combat strength of the Iron Guards of the Dao Dao, the seven Iron Guards formed a formation, the attack and defense were integrated, and the strength was extremely strong;

Bai Zheng and the others had guessed that no matter how brave Murong Jiu was, even if the seven ironclad guards were not victorious, they would definitely not be defeated, but the result in front of them deeply shocked their hearts.

"Ah......h

A hundred zhang away, Murong Jiu looked up to the sky and roared, his eyes burst out two three-foot-long blood rays, and behind him appeared a ten-zhang tall giant phantom, the giant's eyes were brutal, and the tragic and tyrannical aura was vast in all directions. Under the backdrop of the giant, Murong Jiu's aura was also extremely hideous and ferocious.

Flapping his blood wings, Murong Jiu came with the giant behind him in a rage, and the evil qi rolled and crushed towards the black clothes.

The space shattered suddenly, a huge palm appeared in the air, and the fierce and mighty Murong Jiu was slapped into the air, and his body slammed into the ground with a bang, and the surface of the ground with a radius of five zhang cracked and collapsed three zhang deep. (To be continued......)