"Die!"

Fang Zongqi's eyes were blazing, his hands were holding knives, and the killing intent on the splendid knife bloomed.

Performing the splendid knife technique, the knife is fatal, and the knife is aimed at the vital point of Song Zhong.

In the darkness of the night, how strong the murderous intent was.

The coercion of first-class masters is undoubtedly displayed.

Coupled with his rich combat experience, Fang Zongqi had the upper hand.

Song could only retreat.

Constantly exerting light skills, the breeze blows the willows, and the body retreats quickly.

It's a pity that the splendid knife from the first-class master is in hot pursuit.

That obsession is embodied in the splendid knife, as if he wants to chase Song Zhong to the ends of the earth.

Song Zhong had an idea and rushed into the melee between the fat man and the master of the mirror.

In the melee, the fat man showed his might, with one enemy and seventeen, although he fell into the disadvantage, but he was not killed.

The fat man was completely single-handedly resisting the attack of the seventeen masters.

These seventeen masters cooperated tacitly, and if they couldn't hit it, they immediately replaced.

Repeating the wheel war in such a cycle really tires the fat man enough.

If it weren't for the fat man's physical strength, I'm afraid he would have died long ago.

At this moment, Song Zhong broke into the melee, temporarily interrupting the offensive of the seventeen masters in charge of the mirror.

Fang Zongqi and the seventeen martial artists in charge of the mirror immediately surrounded Song Zhong and the fat man.

Song Zhong and the fat man were back to back, facing the seventeen masters in charge of the mirror, with solemn expressions.

Fang Zongqi was very proud, smiled, and said: "If you don't come here, you won't be surrounded by me, now that the two of you have become turtles in the urn, you have no chance to get out alive." ”

Song Zhong didn't take care of Fang Zongqi, but approached the fat man and whispered: "Later, I will solve a few strong second-rate martial artists, and other martial artists who are not in the stream, you can only rely on yourself." ”

The fat man nodded.

The two of them exchanged heads and ignored Fang Zongqi at all, which made Fang Zongqi even more angry.

As soon as Fang Zongqi gave the order, the seventeen warriors immediately attacked.

Seventeen splendid knives, each of which erupted with terrifying killing intent.

Song Zhong raised his eyebrows and continued to draw his sword.

Swordsmanship, life to death!

Only by not fearing life and death and abandoning all defenses can we understand the true meaning of living towards death.

"Boom!"

Draw the sword, stabbing the sword, and sharpen the sword one after another!

In just a few breaths, Song Zhong had already produced six swords.

"Puff puff!"

"Puff puff!"

The sword ruthlessly pierced the bodies of six second-rate martial artists, and killing people was even easier than piercing tofu!

A second-rate martial artist is not Song Zhong's opponent at all!

No matter how many second-rate martial artists come, with Song Zhong's ability, they will be killed one by one.

It's just because Song Zhong's swordsmanship is very fast.

It's so fast that you can't react.

"Wow!"

In the alley, the people were dumbfounded, and the people were shocked by Song Zhong's ruthless methods.

This young swordsman in his early twenties is so strong.

Six swords came out in an instant, and all six swords pierced the bodies of the six masters of the Mirror Division, directly killing the six masters!

The six masters fell to the ground, and the strong smell of rust permeated, which was their unstoppable blood.

They are very unwilling.

But they couldn't help it.

The rivers and lakes are sinister, and the strong are respected.

The weak should die.

This is a truth that has always been followed by the people of the rivers and lakes.

On the other side, the fat man fought fiercely with the rest of the martial artists in charge of the mirror.

The fat man's King Kong is not bad and arrogant, and his body is like an iron wall, and he has not fallen into the disadvantage for the time being.

In the face of the splendid knife with a big opening and closing, the fat man used his own advantages to fight with strength.

Every punch and kick bursts with unparalleled power.

The surging power slammed into the body of the Mirror Commander, shaking their blood and blood, and their faces turned pale.

And they can't break the fat man's King Kong!

It's totally bullying!

Relying on the flesh to be strong, rampage!

The martial artists in charge of the mirror are losing and retreating, and they don't know how many chips they have lost in momentum.

Seeing this, Song Zhong laughed, and sure enough, after disposing of the six masters, the pressure on the fat man was reduced a lot.

Among the six masters, all of them were second-rate martial artists.

The rest of the martial artists, if it is a one-on-one situation, the fat man does not panic at all.

Before, the fat man was not intimidated by such a first-class master as the big boss of Heifeng Village, let alone these shrimp soldiers and crab generals tonight?

Under the moonlight, Fang Zongqi's face was gloomy.

"Looks like I underestimated you!"

Fang Zongqi gritted his teeth, and the green tendons on his face burst out.

Song Zhong smiled strangely and said, "Next, you'd better go all out, otherwise you'll die a miserable death." ”

Raise your sword high with both hands, and point it to the sky.

Song's lifelong momentum became more and more terrifying, and the killing intent became more and more intense.

The moonlight was sprinkled on Song Life, and Fang Zongqi saw Song Zhong's gloomy expression clearly.

Song Zhong's terrifying state startled Fang Zongqi.

However, Fang Zongqi calmed down, he was a first-class master, no matter how strong Song Zhong was, he was only a second-rate martial artist, he would never capsize in the gutter and die in Song Zhong's hands.

Besides, the right talent Song finally fell into the disadvantage, and was beaten by him and retreated!

Fang Zongqi's eyes showed a determined emotion.

Then, Fang Zongqi clenched the splendid knife.

Song Zhong smiled again, his body suddenly flew up like a wild goose, and the sharp sword he grasped with both hands was like the claws of a wild goose!

The goose returns to the sword!

The terrifying momentum was pervasive, and Song Zhong viciously killed Fang Zongqi.

"Let's end the fight!" Song Zhong shouted.

This style of goose return sword is infused with all the internal force of the Song Dynasty.

Song Zhong's internal strength is far three times that of a second-rate realm martial artist, and he is infinitely close to a first-class master!

All the internal forces are released, just for this sword.

If this sword can't send Fang Zongqi to death, then Song will no longer have the strength to fight.

This sword can be said to be Song Zhong's gamble with his life.

Seeing Song Zhong's figure flying like a wild goose, Fang Zongqi shouted loudly, and immediately stabbed with a knife, holding a knife in both hands.

This slash is like sweeping thousands of armies, and the momentum is magnificent.

"Click!"

A loud bang was heard, and a piece of iron fell to the ground.

"Bang dang. ”

That piece of iron should be some kind of sharp weapon.

It's just a pity that it broke.

Smooth pieces of iron, faintly glowing with a faint moonlight.

The moonlight reflected on Song Zhong's face, and Song Zhong's cheeks were sweating, and he gasped for air.

"Poof. ”

Fang Zongqi spat out a mouthful of blood.

The stench of blood permeated the streets.

Smelling this fishy smell, the warriors who besieged the fat man were slightly stunned.

The fat man took advantage of this opportunity, waved his fat hand, and immediately knocked over the three warriors.

The three warriors were struck in the chest by a fierce tiger, and their ribs were all broken. One of the warriors also had his ribs pierced through his heart, causing him to die.

"No!"

The warriors in charge of the mirror screamed one after another.

The fat man smiled hideously, as if he was really the heinous demon in the Wuji Demon Sect.

At this time, Fang Zongqi sat on the ground sluggishly.

Fang Zongqi has been polishing the splendid knife for a day, and it has been broken.

Song Zhong looked at Fang Zongqi in front of him, and felt happy.

"You've done all the bad things, it's time to die. Song Zhong smiled, with a little excitement in his eyes.

Fang Zongqi was both angry and manic, and wanted to stand up and fight again several times, but he was unable to get up, but was stimulated by the violent movement of his body, causing his injuries to be stimulated and vomiting blood again and again.

He was defeated, defeated on top of his self-confidence!

He thought that no matter how strong Song Zhong was, he was just a second-rate martial artist!

It's a pity that life didn't start over!

A failure, and only death greets him!

He looked desperate, feeling for the first time how close he was to death.

Song Zhong didn't give him time to speak, stepped forward, and with the last bit of strength, stretched out the sword in his hand towards Fang Zongqi's neck.

"Puff~"

The hot blood flew in the air, in the streets, in the depths of my heart.

"No!"

A deafening shout came out of the master of the mirror.

They wanted to save their Lord Zongqi, but they were dragged by the fat man.

The more anxious they are, the more flaws they expose.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the fat man King Kong showed his might, broke them one by one, and finally killed and maimed them all!

A tall and mighty King Kong, angrily killing evil spirits.

The evil spirit roared, its eyes filled with indignation.

The righteous King Kong has his hands stained with sin.

In the darkness, Song Zhong turned around and looked into the dark alley.

In the alley, the people held their breath for fear of attracting the wrath of the god-killer.