These two killing machines approached quickly from the night, and then appeared behind Sikong Haoran one left and one right.

The blood-colored dagger showed sharp teeth under the moon shadow, and the black shadow on the left twisted the knuckles of his hand, and Sen said coldly: "Took away our prey, it seems that you don't know the rules very well!"

"Heh!" The black shadow on the right sneered: "I finally made him lose his combat effectiveness, but this kid took the lead, how do you say we should compensate for this loss?"

Sikong Haoran turned around and looked at the two black shadows ten zhang away in front of him, it turned out that Yanfu, who was injured and fled just now, was actually the prey pursued by the two of them.

However, since he has been killed, there is nothing to regret, and besides, everyone in the Shangshu Mansion who was supported by Wei Yanjin with a lot of money was punished.

The Sword Emperor is a share of the promotion to the Purple Diamond level for the two of them, and the same is true for Sikong Haoran, human life... In their eyes, it is only the most despicable thing.

"How do you want me to make amends?" The Dead Wood Dragon Yin in his hand seemed to have more spirituality than before, probably because of the continuous absorption of the essence blood of a Sword Emperor Intermediate Peak and a Sword Emperor Junior Powerhouse, causing a faint dragon breath to linger on the dagger.

The two black shadows, one on the left and one on the right, did not make a move, but stood quietly under the blood moon, they knew Yan Fu's strength, and they also knew how much it cost to make him lose his combat effectiveness.

Being able to kill him between one or two breaths, the strength of the kid in front of him is not below them, and they are all people from the Qi Palace, and the two of them are very clear about what kind of punishment the infighting will bring, let alone in this situation.

"The compensation hasn't been thought of yet, it's a long time coming, just remember it. The dark shadow on the left turned to look at the battle in the distance, nodded to his companion beside him, and melted into the darkness once more.

Sikong Haoran's slightly narrowed eyes blinked, and then he looked at the dead wood dragon in his hand, the fleeting breath just now was captured by him, it seems that the dagger given by the master is very unusual.

For such a long time in his hands, the soul power of the Pseudo-Heaven Realm has not discovered the secret, and has always regarded it as an ordinary dagger, and it is only now that a trace of mystery has been revealed.

In the depths of Shangshu Mansion, every time Northern Xuanwu appeared in a place, there would be a lifeless corpse falling quickly from the air, and the "swordsman" who was still dying and struggling was like a trapped beast sending out the last wail of life.

Their steps were no longer light because of the wear and tear of Xuan Qi, their eyes were no longer hideous because of fear, and their black and white eyeballs were filled with blood red, and they could no longer tell whether it was their own blood or that of the enemy.

Blood, screams, carnage... enveloped the entire Shangshu Mansion.

With the cold light flashing in the shadows from time to time, the faint murmur echoed in the hearts of every stubborn "swordsman", which was the call of death, and the collapse of the soul string.

Darkness enveloped their bodies, and the dark shadows around them approached step by step, and at this moment, even struggle became an unattainable luxury.

Half a quarter of an hour later, all the "swordsmen" were killed one by one, and the Qi Hall dispatched an elephant, and the assassination turned into a massacre, and the task received this time was also a perfect end.

Under the blood moon, black shadows disappeared one after another in Shangshu Mansion.

Just as Sikong Haoran was about to leave, the mystery of life and death in his heart, the ninth sword tablet fluctuated violently, and he turned around abruptly, his eyes glancing in the direction of the night.

can make the mysteries of life and death fluctuate, and there is only the call and induction between the mysteries.

Five hundred zhang away, a young man in a white shirt stopped at the top of the tree, only to see his toes lightly on a crisp leaf, did not let it appear the slightest bend, with the evening breeze blowing, this leaf in the wind twisting graceful posture, the floating of the leaves did not affect the young man's standing, not even the slightest wrinkle in the clothes.

The wind blowing around makes an intimate call, frolicking between his fingers and the tips of his hair, he is like the pride of the wind, the darling of the wind, the whole person seems to be integrated into the wind, and just like a young man is a wisp of breeze.

Yanque, the second son of the Yan family of the Longteng Empire, has the mystery of the wind.

The eyes seem to penetrate the darkness and meet each other in the night sky.

Yan Que's eyebrows furrowed, and then gradually condensed, he felt a faint trace of killing intent in these eyes, and the mystery of the wind in his body also let out a fierce roar, as if he had encountered a natural enemy!

He was very puzzled, and very puzzled, this unprovoked illusion made him uneasy, and his pupils shrank suddenly, bursting out with a cold light that was enough to penetrate his soul.

Sikong Haoran did not move, and restrained the breath of his whole body, he didn't expect that there was a person with mysteries hidden in the imperial capital of the Dragon Empire, and the selection of the Sword Sect in the Western Regions a year and a half ago did not find this person, either he was hidden by the family, or he got the mysteries inheritance after the selection.

"Stay here, what's the matter?" Bei Xuanwu silently appeared beside him, following his gaze.

"Master Xuan, I need a detailed account of this person. Sikong Haoran's expression was as usual, but his heart was overturned, and the words of the ninth sword tablet still echoed in his ears: "Devouring the Elemental Mystery! Heavenly Dao is about to awaken!!There is not much time left for you!!"

"Oh?" Bei Xuanwu didn't care about the disrespect in Sikong Haoran's words, and his eyes also locked on Yanque: "I charge a very expensive fee, but for the sake of the common enemy, this time it will be given to you for free." ”

Sikong Haoran: "..."

A little guy at the beginning of the Sword Emperor, there was nothing special, and then his eyes sank, and he felt a different kind of fluctuation on the young man's body, and the wind around him seemed to be a little different.

The bird's whole body shuddered, as if the whole person seemed to be targeted by a ferocious poisonous snake, even if it was five hundred feet away, he was still terrified inexplicably.

"Sparrow, what happened to be so impatient?" The next moment, an old figure appeared beside him.

"In the direction of Shangshu Mansion, I felt a killing intent. The strange aura around the bird dissipated into nothingness, and his back was wet with cold sweat.

The old figure stared at the night, his cloudy eyes saw two blurred backs quickly disappearing, the entire Shangshu Mansion was bloody, stumps and broken arms were thrown everywhere, and the crying sound shook the heavens and the earth, all of which were all in his eyes, his expression did not fluctuate in the slightest, as if he had already known about it, and his long sleeves disappeared into the night.

"Wei Yanjin, a traitorous villain, was finally killed, what a big piece of people's hearts, the ministers and families who have died indirectly in his hands over the years can rest in peace. ”

"Xuanwu waited to defend his family and defend the country, he was framed, and no one in the whole clan was alive, Wei Yanjin should have suffered this retribution a long time ago, but it was a pity that he couldn't stab him personally. ”

"I just got the news that Yuan Zheng, Tong Liu, and Jian Scandium have all been killed, and these three most ferocious lackeys, their families can be regarded as coming to an end. ”

"Wei Yanjin's third son, Wei Ji, sixth son, Wei Hu, and eighth son, Wei Chong, all serve in the army, and they also hold great power, as long as they have the slightest change... Perhaps they have died tragically by the blade at this moment. ”

As the Northern Xuanwu and the old figures left one after another, whispers sounded in all directions of the imperial capital.

And the disciplined black shadow lurking in Shangshu Mansion opened its sharp bloody teeth like a shark that smelled blood shortly after the killer of the Qi Temple left.

Sharks have a keen sense of smell, and they can smell even one part per million of blood in the seawater, even if they are several kilometers away, this smell of blood will quickly bring them to their victims, and then tear them to pieces.

And these iron-blooded soldiers who have been on the battlefield for a long time and whose swords are stained with the blood of countless enemy soldiers are tens of thousands of times more terrifying than the ferocious sharks, and the murderous factor hidden in the blood makes the sword in their hands the most bloodthirsty snake and scorpion fangs.

They cross the border like locusts, and they move like a swift wind, leaving not a single blade of grass.

The entire Shangshu Mansion has once again become a purgatory on earth, except for those weak women who succumb to their might, all those who have a relationship with Wei Yanjin, both old and young, have been slaughtered.

Crisp and neat, without the slightest unbearability, under Duan Tao's strict order, those who killed the red-eyed people quickly retreated, and the magnificent Shangshu Mansion and the powerful Shangshu Ling disappeared forever in the world overnight.

A black shadow appeared from the void, looking at the direction in which Duan Tao and the others had left, and once again blended into the night.

In the early morning of the next day, the morning glow shone on the entire sky, and even if the imperial capital had been cleaned up, a strong smell of blood could still be smelled.

Chunjiang Yue Restaurant.

Today is a full house, and even ordinary civilians who are not willing to spend money are here to drink with old friends.

"I'm so happy, all your expenses today are paid by Lao Tzu. A man in plain clothes and a rough voice said loudly with a wine bowl.

The man sitting opposite him picked up the wine bowl and touched it, and said with a smile: "Lao Liu, I'm not afraid of going back and being punished by your mother-in-law for kneeling and breaking my third leg." ”

"She dares, she can't cure her, this family is what Lao Tzu said... Yahhhh Lighten it up... So many people are watching!"

At the moment when the rough man's voice fell, a sturdy woman quickly appeared behind him, twisted his ear with one hand, and walked towards the door of Chun Jiangyue's restaurant.

The small episode brought infinite joy to everyone, and the smiling man shook his head helplessly.

"Have you heard? Shangshu Mansion was slaughtered overnight, and Wei Yanjin was still on the woman's belly before he died. ”

"The entire Shangshu Mansion is a canary cage, and there are as many as a dozen stunning beauties who have been included in the pavilion by him in the past few years, and even several places are locked in other mansions in the imperial city. Many people in the court wanted to get rid of him, but they were afraid of his power and had no way to do it, and the death of Xuan Wuhou became the death knell for him to urge. ”

"Xuanwu Hou is dedicated to the country and upright, but it's a pity that he fell victim to power!"

"General Xie Zhong returned to the dynasty and suppressed them one by one by force, and I think most of the massacre last night was committed by him. ”

The entire Chunjiangyue Restaurant was talking about the destruction of Shangshu Mansion, and even the noisy crowd was talking, and the words were full of happiness.

In front of the window on the third floor of the restaurant, there are two beautiful and beautiful people.

"The task of assassinating Wei Yanjin was taken over by Qi Dian, the figure last night should be one of the four elephants, Wei Yanjin is just the peak of the Sword Emperor's intermediate level, and if he dispatches an elephant, he will inevitably look up to him too highly!" Wutong supported his chin with his right hand, stared at Wushan Yunyu with a pair of smart big eyes, and said angrily: "Sikong Haoran, this bastard, actually stayed in it all night, sister, do you say that he is still lying in the arms of a certain girl." ”

In order to protect this stinky boy, they stayed quietly in the dark for a night, and there was a nameless fire burning in their hearts, eager to throw Sikong Haoran out of the gentle country and let him run naked in front of the noisy crowd.

An indescribable picture appeared in Wutong's mind, her cheeks were shrouded in a slight redness, like the rising morning glow, beautiful and incomprehensible.

Qingqiu's lips and teeth lightly bit the steamed bun in the palm of his hand, and after a while, a soul voice came to Wutong's ears: "Wushan Yunyu is a branch of the Qi Palace. ”

Last night, after seeing the old bustard Aunt Li greet a middle-aged man with a lofty spirit, she teleported the information of Wushan Yunyu back to the dark night through the soul jade, and the response she got was only four words, Qidian Branch.

"Huh?" Wutong quickly turned his head, his expression changed slightly: "Isn't that Sikong Haoran, this stinky boy, a wolf?"

On the third floor of Wushan Yunyu, in the yellow room, the figure sitting cross-legged sneezed: "Ahh

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