"Damn, when will Lao Tzu wait!" Liao Hong turned his arm to bring water to his disciple, a pair of red triangular eyes stared at the Wang family's tent, looking like he was going to swallow the Wang family alive.

Ignoring the obstruction of his own children, Liao Hong walked quickly towards the Wang family's tent with a hideous face, and the guards outside the door saw the angry Liao Hong galloping over, and knew in their hearts that the comer was not good.

"Hey, come and stop" Seeing that Liao Hong was about to collide, the guards outside the door were already a little bored, why did those elders and sons fan inside, eating cold drinks, and they had to suffer from the taste of being roasted by the fire, and there was nowhere to vent the fire in their stomachs, so there was a guy who didn't have long eyes

For the somewhat arrogant guards, Liao Hongben was a little angry, but he was just the head of a small local sect, how could he compete with the Wang family, who had a big business.

Gritting his teeth, Liao Hong perfunctorily said to the guards guarding the door: "Please also tell your master, Beicheng Ten Thousand Swords Sect asks to see"

glanced at Liao Hong, who was open and breasted because of the hot weather, and the guard outside the door grinned and shouted: "You are that green onion!

Hearing the other party's ugly words, Liao Hong said in his heart that he is also a hegemon, even if your Wang family is the head of the seven major families, how can I, Liao Hong, be scolded by you as a slave.

Immediately, Liao Hong's sword eyebrows were raised, and the sword pinned to his waist was suddenly withdrawn, only to see a white shadow flashing, and the guard only felt a chill floating through his neck, and in an instant, the blood on his neck spurted around like a fountain.

Looking at the guards who fell to the ground and pulled out, the rest of the guards at the gate all screamed, and surrounded Liao Hong, and the number of martial artists watching the excitement around gradually increased

Hearing a commotion outside the account, Wang Xiang's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, his brows furrowed at first, and then he said to an elegant student below: "Mang'er, you go and take a look"

The elegant man, about twenty years old, wearing a purple military robe showed his handsomeness and chic, the elegant man stood up and bowed his hand to Wang Xiangyi and whispered: "It's grandpa" Immediately, he turned around and walked out of the account.

Outside the account, the elegant man's eyes wrinkled slightly, and he asked sharply: "Presumptuous!"

The guards surrounding Liao Hong showed joy on their faces when they saw the arrival of the elegant man, and one of them ran over and pointed to Liao Hong, who was standing with a knife in the center, and said to the elegant man: "Uncle, this son is here to find trouble, and Wang Yu was killed by him!"

The elegant man walked slowly close to the middle-aged man who was surrounded by his own guards, waved his hand to signal the guards to retreat, and then said to him: "Master Liao killed my Wang family guard, I don't know what it means!"

Liao Hong's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he snorted lightly: "Oh! It turned out to be the eldest young master of the Wang family!

Feeling Liao Hong's perfunctory, but the elegant man still said softly: "I don't dare to be disrespectful, but killing people always has to pay a price, isn't it?

Liao Hong felt the coldness in the elegant man's voice, and couldn't help but feel a trace of fear in his heart, and then his eyes rolled and he shouted: "Hmph! Young Master Wang, your good brother Wang Mo issued an order for me to wait here to say that he was sharing the treasures in the tomb, but he still hasn't shown up to now, could it be that all the warriors in the world are playing monkeys!"

The martial artists who watched the excitement around were already anxious to wait, but now that someone is the first bird, they have spoken out to echo what Liao Hong said.

Looking at the gradually chaotic warriors around him, the elegant man knew that everyone was angry, so he waved his hand to stop: "Everyone wait a moment"

"Wait a minute, how long have we been waiting, you have good wine and good food, what about us?" Liao Hong interrupted the elegant man's words with a light snort.

Just when the elegant man didn't know what to do, suddenly a strong wave of qi blew, and the surrounding warriors' bodies took a few steps back uncontrollably, and when everyone stood still, they found that a middle-aged man dressed as a Taoist priest suddenly appeared where Liao Hong was standing before.

A few meters away, Liao Hong, who barely stood still with a knife stuck in the ground, saw the man's sudden appearance, knowing that the previous strong qi wave must have come from this person's hand, wiped the dust on his face, Liao Hong boldly asked, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man smiled lightly, waved the dust in his hand and said, "Poor Dao Shen Qingliang"

After finishing speaking, the martial artists around him all showed a look of shock, this person is the eighth in the Hall of Fame, known as Shen Qingliang, known as the Abi Hell, although this person is a Taoist, but the ruthlessness of the means of killing is not weaker than the rest of the martial artists in the Hall of Fame

Seeing Shen Qingliang's appearance, everyone remembered that Wang Mo was also a Hall of Fame martial artist, and everyone couldn't help but secretly scolded themselves for fainting and following this Liao Hong to find death.

I thought that this person must not be simple, but I didn't expect this person to be Shen Qingliang. Liao Hong knew that he would not escape death, so he immediately shouted loudly: "I, I, this is to give some opinions on behalf of the Jianghu warriors."

In an instant, Liao Hong suddenly felt a overwhelming feeling sweeping towards him, and at some point, a man dressed in a pale white military robe, with a fair face, and a pair of deep eyes that seemed to be as mysterious as a black hole, was already standing beside him only two meters away

When the elegant man saw the white-robed man, his beautiful eyes couldn't help but widen suddenly, and Shen Qingliang on the side also had a look of surprise in his eyes.

The man in white was Wang Mo, who had not shown up for a long time, and glanced at Liao Hong, who was sweating profusely, Wang Mo asked lightly: "Do you think you can say that there are warriors on behalf of the rivers and lakes?"

"I, I" Liao Hong, who wanted to answer, suddenly found that his throat was stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't make a sound, and a head covered with cold sweat floated down like a fallen leaf, until he died, Liao Hong didn't feel whether his head fell or his body fell

It wasn't until Wang Mo turned around and left that everyone reacted, there was not a trace of noise around, and no one could see when Wang Mo made his move, only the sound of snorting was coming one after another.

After a while, Shen Qingliang, who was the first to react, gently shook off the dust in his hand and said to Wang Mo, who was walking slowly: "The master of the royal family really deserves his name!

And a drop of cold sweat on his forehead inadvertently ran down his cheeks.

Wang Mo stopped and looked at Shen Qingliang, who looked reluctant, and chuckled: "Thank you to the Taoist for breaking the siege."

Shen Qingliang was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "The master of the door is polite! You and I are both the top ten masters of the Hall of Fame, speaking of which, we are still colleagues! Hahaha"

Suddenly, I don't know who shouted, "The people who are dead in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect are dead" Everyone heard the sound and looked in the direction of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, only to see a piece of blood flowing in the direction of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, like a bright red stream happily chasing, and everyone's death was the same as Liao Hong

Smiling at Shen Qingliang, Wang Mo walked straight towards the Wang family's tent, and when he walked to the elegant man's side, a slender white right hand blocked Wang Mo's chest, accompanied by a slightly cold voice: "Is human life like an ant to you?"

Gently pushing away the arm blocking his chest, Wang Mo said lightly as he walked forward:

"There's always a price to pay for killing, doesn't it?"

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