Such a large-scale attack and killing did not come from the hands of one family.

Whether it was Yuwentai or Qin Huan, there were definitely not so many martial artists under his hands, and even the dead Zhu Rongsheng couldn't gather these more than 100 martial artists in the big array!

In this way, there is only one possibility of a few alliances......

Bai Zijiu was a little helpless when he thought of this, and pulled out the mediocre single-edged sword with his backhand, spun it around in his hand, and carefully perceived it.

As a result, the sword spirit still didn't react, and even the cold light that bloomed when he confessed to the Lord that day dissipated a little.

Bai Zijiu saw the current situation, sighed lightly, and said angrily: "If you want me to say that you are a broken sword! What is the use of calling you? Back then, Sister A and I were deceived by that old Taoist priest!"

As soon as the words fell, the man who spoke before in the middle of the battlefield cut two soldiers, looked at Bai Zijiu and shouted: "Look, that emperor Xiao'er still has a sword!"

As soon as he finished shouting, the other martial arts outlaws on the field were stunned for a moment and then burst out laughing!

"This kid who is still wet with his crotch still holds a sword?"

"I guess I kept it for my own neck wiping!"

“......”

The corpse mountain and sea of blood are layered on top of each other, and the foul language does not stop, and the more than 1,000 soldiers are really unbearable in the face of more than 100 martial artists!

Bai Zijiu in the back didn't have the slightest expression on his face, but his eyes were slightly downcast, and he asked Lao Bai in a low voice: "It seems that my reputation for cowardice has spread a little far!"

"Oh, you just knew, Ninth Prince, don't you say that people live for a lifetime just for a name?" you ...... like this before" Lao Bai was slightly stunned when he said this, and then wondered: "Do you want to ......?"

Bai Zijiu smiled mysteriously, clamped the horse's belly between his legs, and went straight into the battlefield, ignoring the shouting of Lao Bai behind him, but whispered to himself: "Sword, if you have a spirit to protect me, when you enter Liangwang City, I will study kendo and give you glory." ”

When Bai Zijiu was about to enter the battlefield, Ke Jincao had already arrived with him behind him, and he didn't talk like the old Bai Zijiu, but he just paid attention to Bai Zijiu's surroundings without saying a word.

Reputation is such a thing, when it is clumsy and self-defiled, it is naturally as bad as possible. If you have great ambitions, your reputation will be ruined!

Bai Zijiu, who left Luozhou and abandoned the throne, has a great plan!

"If I don't hold a sword, it's a for you to use a knife!" Bai Zijiu stopped at the edge of the encirclement formation, squinting slightly at the man who had been stirring up trouble.

After hearing this, the strong man pulled out a big knife from a soldier, smiled, and although he was still staring at Bai Zijiu, he turned his head slightly behind him and shouted: "Zhu Dachang! Aren't you going to avenge your master? Now that your enemies have run in front of you, how long will you hide?"

As soon as the words fell, a refined Zhu family war knife spun out and plunged straight in front of the strong man, and the blade was against his upright stomach. If it is inserted a few inches closer, the strong man's stomach is already on the edge of the knife at this time.

"What's wrong with your mother?" I ......" The strong man turned around and scolded while wiping the cold sweat on his head, but when he saw the cold eyes of the person behind him, he closed his mouth in amusement.

He can't afford to offend this person, even if the master dies, the tree will fall and scatter! But just by virtue of his reputation as a first-class master, he is still superior to Yuan Qiongjing's strength, so these reckless men dare not say much.

The middle-aged man who walked out of the more than 100 martial artists seemed to have a shocking aura, and both the soldiers and the martial artists on the field stopped their hands and watched him go to the front and pull out the Zhu family's war knife.

Bai Zijiu's expression was cold, this person was not good, Rao is sword spirit is resurrection, and he will definitely die.

"You are the Son of Heaven Bai Zijiu?" the middle-aged man said indifferently.

"I am indeed Bai Zijiu, but I am no longer the Son of Heaven" Bai Zijiu did not panic at all, and replied indifferently.

After hearing this, the middle-aged man raised the knife in front of him, his eyes swept slowly, and then asked, "Who is the person who killed my master?" Wang Yibo, Qin Huan, or Yuwentai, or Yuan Qiongjing?"

These words made Bai Zijiu, who had a serious look, a little crying and laughing.

This middle-aged man is also very upright, and even his own people suspect it, but he didn't think that he killed Zhu Rongsheng.

I saw Bai Zijiu smile slightly, and said playfully: "You are really witty! You can actually guess that it was Yuan Qiongjing's hand, amazing!"

After speaking, he nodded admiringly.

As soon as he heard this, the middle-aged man didn't react, and the strong man who was almost opened his stomach a moment ago hurriedly shouted: "Zhu Dachang, don't be deceived, this kid is very cunning, although I don't know how he killed Tianzhu Kingdom, but I, Yan Xu, confirmed it very much!

The middle-aged man ignored it, shook his head expressionlessly and said: "It can't be him, although my lord is not a martial arts master, but he has been on the battlefield for a long time and has countless bloodthirsty, it is impossible for him to die at the hands of such ordinary people." But ......"

When the middle-aged man said this, his tone paused, he raised his eyes and looked at Bai Zijiu and said, "But you have to die, as for who is the killer, I'll just ask one by one later!"

As soon as these words came out, Assassin Shi Chen You's face turned cold, and after waving his hand to signal the deputy general, he glanced at Lao Bai behind him, and slowly came to Bai Zijiu's side, and Ke Jin and Cao Cheng guarded left and right.

And after Bai Zijiu listened to the words of the middle-aged man named Zhu Dachang, he didn't panic, just looked at the Chi Lingjiang in front of him, retracted his gaze and slowly replied: "It shouldn't be me who died tonight."

Zhu Dachang didn't reply, and didn't even look behind him with Bai Zijiu's gaze, but just took the knife horizontally and stepped forward.

"Stop him!" Chen You shouted when he saw this, and the soldiers who were close to him stepped forward, not thinking about life and death, and all blocked the blade with their bodies.

And Zhu Dachang crossed the knife all the way, the knife was wide open and closed, and the soldier's body was separated along the place where the blade passed, and there was no blood on the knife!

If you use two words to describe Zhu Dachang, it is brave.

If you use four words, it is a storm!

"Zhu Dachang, you are looking for death!" Although Chen You had already known that the soldiers were not the enemy of the unit, he really didn't expect to be so lightly understated.

It's just that just as Chen You was about to step forward to stop him personally, Bai Zijiu stretched out his hand to block his way.

Chen You was stunned for a moment, and said anxiously: "Ninth Prince, this person is strong, and the Great Wei knows it, if you want to practice, you can't choose this person!"

"I have my own plans," Bai Zijiu said disapprerovingly.

After saying that, Bai Zijiu turned over and dismounted, raised the single-edged sword in his hand, closed his eyes and waited for Zhu Dachang to arrive on the other side.

"No one is allowed to interfere until I say help!"

"But ......"

As soon as Chen You opened his mouth, Ke Jincao stopped him.

If you are worried, Ke Jincao, who has been by Bai Zijiu's side since childhood, is no less than anyone else.

It's just that he is the person who knows Bai Zijiu best, even if he worries, he will not worry about himself and hinder Bai Zijiu's determination.

In the blink of an eye, the brave and unusually brave Zhu Dachang had already swung his knife in front of Bai Zijiu, only to see his left foot fixed, his right foot spinning, waving the knife with both hands from bottom to top, drawing a big circle from left to right, and slashing at the top of Bai Zijiu's brain!

"The Bai family's children are killed!"

The momentum of this knife is like a thousand pounds of stone falling, if you cut the sky, the clouds will dissipate, and if you cut the ground, the stone will collapse, and you will cut people......

That's not good!

"Sword, go!"

Bai Zijiu, who closed his eyes, when the sword qi was empowered, turned his sword horizontally, blocked it in front of him, and then crossed with the knife momentum that was like a thousand catties of stone falling, and a mournful roar resounded through the sky!

Next, the bloody scene that everyone expected did not appear, although the scream just now was shocking, but after that, it was even more unexpected.

That Zhu Dachang's terrifying sword momentum disappeared in an instant, Bai Zijiu stood in place, and the single-edged sword that had just been swung was not damaged at all except for the cold glow.

"Is it really not possible?"

Bai Zijiu didn't take Zhu Dachang's earth-shattering offensive just now seriously at all, and at this time, he "escaped death", but he just stared at the sword in his hand and sighed leisurely.

The regret revealed in the tone is even more like mockery of Zhu Dachang.

"What kind of sword is this!" Zhu Dachang, who had always been indifferent and unfluctuating, raised his tone uncontrollably at this time, and asked with a surprised face.

Bai Zijiu retracted his gaze and said worriedly: "Kill Zhu Rongsheng's sword." ”

"The Bai family is looking for death!"

Rao is a master like Zhu Dachang who doesn't like anger, and he is also a little crazy at this time!

The words he swore just now, and Bai Zijiu's playful words about Zhu Rongsheng's death from Yuan Qiongjing, were like burning red charcoal fires smashing on his face!

It hurts and burns!

It's just that when he just shouted out the extremely imposing words, a roar that was more powerful than him came out from behind him!

"Do you want to die?"

Although there are men and women, old and young, the four words are deafening!

Anyone who listens to it will be frightened and panicked!

"Even if you dare to be disrespectful to the Ninth Prince!"

A black-clothed swordsman was the first to walk out, his knife was slender and slightly curved, making people look light.

And followed by an unusually charming and enchanting, beautiful woman in a blue gauze skirt, captivating the country and the city, making those who see it yearn for it!

There was also an old Taoist priest with goosebumps walking at the back, his face full of smiles and love, but how could the person who could shout the words just now be as smiling as he appeared to be? Not to mention his flushed peachwood sword, which was known at a glance to be caused by blood!

Yan Xu, the most trouble-provoking strong man among more than a hundred martial artists, frowned when he saw the three people who came and asked, "What's the matter? Just because the three of you also want to come to the rescue?"

"Oh, do you know who Poor Dao is?"

The crane-haired old Taoist priest said with a smile.

"It doesn't matter who you are! Lao Tzu's side has a hundred martial artists, with second-class and nearly first-class strength, is it difficult for the three of you to enter the mortal fairy realm, dare to make a mistake here?"

The old Taoist priest was stunned when he heard this, and replied interestingly: "Yo roar, call yourself Lao Tzu to the poor road? ”

Seeing that the old Taoist priest had not finished his last funny word, the strong man named Yan Xu widened his eyes and looked at his right hand in disbelief.

It's just that at this time, he doesn't have any right hand, except for the bright infrared all over the ground, there is only a "red stick" lying on the ground that doesn't know what it is

Accompanied by Yan Xu's panting screams, and the horror of hundreds of martial artists on the surface.

The woman in the blue dress said charmingly: "Yan Xu, a guest in the dark of Yuwentai, has just entered the first-class realm, and he is good at using a sword!"

"You, how do you know" Yan Xu exclaimed.

The woman in the blue dress smiled softly, and then lamented: "I still know that you are already a dead man!"

As soon as the words fell, as the woman's index finger was slightly cocked, Yan Xu's head fell to the ground, and he didn't even have time to close his mouth that was about to reply.

"Haven't you people heard of sending it to the west?"

The black-clothed swordsman carried the knife to his shoulder and said in a deep voice.