Lord Baihu was still in a gloomy mood, but after seeing Shan Xiongxing, who could be a man, all the unhappiness was left behind.

He came to the Wuji Holy Sect of Daping Mountain today to find fault.

Now the thorn took the initiative to soften, but it saved him a lot of effort.

Not only that, but he also felt that the entire Demon Sect was pleasing to the eye.

That's the benefit of being aware of the times.

"In that case, then you hurry up and bring that guy out!"

Baihu's tone was slightly indifferent, full of haughty charm.

The Mirror Division was already superior.

Especially in front of this demon sect that everyone shouts and beats, it is even more noble.

This kind of nobody's eyes made Shan Xiongxing feel disgusted.

But Shan Xiongxing still endured.

Shan Xiongxing wanted to borrow the hand of the mirror master to get rid of Song Zhong.

The Mirror Supervisor will inevitably accept it, after all, this is the purpose of the Mirror Division.

"Lord Baihu don't need to be in a hurry, they will be here soon. Shan Xiongxing said: "I have arranged for someone to call them..."

Before Shan Xiongxing's words fell, outside the encirclement of the Wuji Holy Sect, a fierce killing intent appeared.

This killing intent is filled with the smell of swords, and it has a sharp and enterprising ambition.

Everyone looked sideways and looked at the place where the killing intent struck.

Two disciples dressed in the costumes of the Infinite Holy Sect Burial Hall stood there. The black robe, embroidered with white trim, exudes the smell of dead silence in simple clothes.

The two disciples are almost the same in height.

One of the disciples carried a sword on his back, his figure was a little thin, and his back was as straight as a sword behind him.

The swordsman's eyes are deep and full of strange magic, and he is setting his sights on the master of the mirror.

The other disciple had a fat head and big ears, and his body was obese, and the fat on his body was trembling with every step he took. It stands to reason that he should be a weak and fat man who is powerless, but there is an inexplicable sense of strength in him.

The head of the mirror Si Baihu raised his eyebrows, and he had already experienced the killing intent on the swordsman.

Baihu immediately pulled the fat man next to him forward, and the fat man was a little timid, but he followed resignedly.

"Are you Song Zhong?" asked Baihu, and in just four words, there was hatred and anger hidden.

"Yes, I am Song Zhong, the end of a sword!" Song Zhong said: "You are the hundred households sent by the Mirror Division to find faults?"

"Giggles" The head of the mirror Si Baihu gritted his teeth, and the green tendons on his forehead were already inflated, and the green tendons must be filled with anger, waiting for the next moment to erupt.

"Find fault? I'm here today to seek justice! You killed the person in charge of my mirror division, I must kill you, otherwise it will be difficult to vent the hatred in my heart. The anger of the hundred households was so that their bodies began to tremble.

Song Zhong said: "Hehehe, Lord Baihu, is it difficult to vent the hatred in your heart?

The fat man nodded and said, "Your Mirror Division is really rubbish, no wonder you will be called a lackey of the court." ”

"Enough!"

The head of the mirror Si Baihu shouted angrily, and the momentum of a first-class master burst out.

The disciples present were blushing, and the coercion of the first-class masters made it difficult for them to breathe.

These disciples are only the strength of third-rate martial artists, and they can deal with some small fish and shrimp. In the face of a master like the Mirror Commander Si Baihu, there is no resistance at all.

Among everyone present, including Wang Chengda, the fat man's face was a little ugly.

Only Shan Xiongxing and Song finally did not change their colors.

Shan Xiongxing is also a first-class master, and the coercion of the Mirror Si Baihu will not have any impact on him.

Although Song Zhong is only a second-rate realm, the internal strength cultivated by the "Qingxuan Heart Sutra" is far better than that of ordinary second-rate martial artists, and it is more than three times stronger than the internal strength of ordinary second-rate martial artists.

Especially after last night's practice, Song Zhong is only one step away from being a first-class master, and his martial arts have greatly improved.

Therefore, the coercion of the 100 households in charge of the mirror could not be ended.

The mirror director Si Baihu was a little surprised, this Song end deserves to be Song end.

No wonder Song Zhong was able to kill Fang Zongqi, it turned out that his strength was quite good.

Shan Xiongxing is not surprised, this kid's ability is too terrifying, he must be eradicated in time, otherwise it will be a disaster when he grows up!

"Enough is enough, are you afraid that the fig leaf will be torn off and your true face will be revealed?"

Song Zhong took a step forward, the momentum on his body was like a sharp sword, upright.

The head of the mirror Si Baihu did not answer, but said: "I originally planned to take you back to Silin County to deal with it, but now I want to kill you immediately!"

Song finally glanced at the fat man, and the fat man immediately puffed up his chest.

"It's really unfortunate, Lord Baihu, our two brothers also want to kill you!" Song Zhong said coldly.

Song's lifelong momentum was as cold as a sword behind his back.

It's obnoxious and intimidating.

A pair of eyes are firmly fixed on the hundred households, more like a hungry wolf in the mountains, once they find their prey, they will chase and fight fiercely, and they will not give up.

"Senior Brother Song is so powerful!"

"It's too arrogant, the other party is a first-class master, and he is still the hundred households in charge of the mirror division. ”

"Isn't Hall Master Xiao coming out yet?, how can Senior Brother Song beat the hundred households in charge of the Mirror Division, Senior Brother Song will die!"

Senior Brother Wang is obviously one of the most calm senior brothers in the funeral hall, how can he provoke a war with Senior Brother Song. ”

"It's terrible! A second-rate martial artist wants to make a move against a first-class master, although Senior Brother Song is famous in the rivers and lakes, but this master of the mirror Si Baihu is not a vegetarian!"

"The master of the single hall is actually watching the play, how can he do this, just hand over the two of them to Song Zhong and go out, the other party now wants to kill people in front of the Holy Sect! Isn't he ashamed of the Holy Sect at all?"

The disciples of the Wuji Holy Sect were talking a lot, and they were hesitating to help.

After all, with the martial arts of the two of them, they are definitely no match for the hundred households in charge of the mirror.

If they don't make a move, Song Zhong and the others will die at the hands of the Mirror Commander Si Baihu.

And if they make a move, they will definitely be able to defeat it with numbers, the huge Holy Sect, the disciples don't know how many, and a mere first-class master can't cause any harm to the Holy Sect.

It's just that if they make a move, the contradiction between the Holy Sect and the Mirror Division will become deeper and deeper, and it will eventually be irreparable.

The head of the mirror Si Baihu couldn't believe his ears, Song Zhong actually wanted to shoot at him?

"I can't help myself!" the head of the mirror Si Baihu sneered.

The head of the mirror Si Baihu was followed by a fat man, who was different from Wang Cheng's fatness, he was really fat.

The fat man quietly evaded and hid in the crowd.

When he was in Santang County, the fat man witnessed his master being killed by Song Zhong's sword, and his master had no power to resist!

Although Song Zhong is a second-rate martial artist, he can kill first-class masters!

The fat man didn't dare to stay here for a long time, he had to escape, whether it was the Mirror Commander or the Wuji Holy Sect, it was an existence he couldn't provoke.

The head of the camera Si Baihu ignored the fat man, and everyone present ignored the fat man.

It's just because Song finally came out with a sword!

"Die!

In the face of the majestic and strong first-class masters, the master of the Hundred Households in charge of the mirror made a move!

Swordsmanship, life to death!

Only when we are close to death can we truly understand the true meaning of survival!

Ignore the enemy's realm, ignore your own defense, everything is in the sword.

"King Kong is not bad!"

Wang Cheng shouted angrily, his horse stabbed his steps, his hands clenched into fists, and the black robe on his body exploded with a "boom", and the fragments of his clothes flew and floated in the air.

The inner armor and fat figure were exposed, and a faint golden glow could be faintly seen on the skin.

Wang Cheng had never exploded like this, all his internal forces were gathered together, and he only threw one punch, the strongest punch in twenty years!

After one punch, there is no ability to fight!

But so what?

Even in the face of a tough first-class master, you can't be afraid, and you have to overthrow him with one punch!

"Eat the fat man's punch!"