The sound is very loud, it seems to have the ingredients of the lion roar of Buddhism, and the entire Luoyang Street can be heard clearly.

Looking at the sound source, a young swordsman stood with a sword. The boy was against the sun, majestic.

"Damn!" Wang Zhutou looked at the young man who confessed to the murder, and was indignant.

Otherwise, why didn't he admit it when he killed someone, and he didn't even prepare to investigate it until he had come to a conclusion, and suddenly spoke out?

"Confucianism is used to disrupt the law, and chivalry is forbidden by martial arts. Somehow, Wang Zhutou thought of the words of the adult who was still the head catcher back then, and later became the king of Wanpeng.

At that time, it was because of these forbidden knights that King Wanpeng finally realized the fragility of the government, and unscrupulously established the Twelve Feipeng Gang, and began to establish his own order.

Wang Zhutou shook his head, and his subordinates quickly stepped forward after seeing Shangguan's eyes: "Go, go, go! Where did you come from, you also killed the golden gun Li? This is an accident! Don't put gold on your face!"

After speaking, he quickly pinched his knife and scanned the audience, as if telling everyone that what he said was the truth.

Meng Xingsoul, who was standing on the city wall, was still thinking about what to do next, but when he heard the words of the catcher, his hanging heart fell back into his stomach a little.

It's a pity that it is useless for someone to cover up the fact that the Golden Gun Li was killed by him. His name and face have been exposed, and Meng Xingsoul can no longer be a killer.

"Sister Gao, what should I do......" For a while, Meng Xingsoul only felt that he had completely failed Boss Gao's nurturing grace.

But inexplicably, when his name appeared under the sun, Meng Xingsoul had an inexplicable sense of relief, as if from this moment on, he also came to life with the name "Meng Xingsoul".

"This ...... Is it what it feels like to walk in the sun?"

Although the headhunters flatly denied that Meng Xingsoul killed the Golden Gun Li, the people of the rivers and lakes have their own criteria for judging the rivers and lakes.

"It's not easy to know if the Golden Gun Li is his?" Wang Jinglong chuckled, and his body had already jumped out of the crowd, stepped on the roof of the wall, and went straight to the city wall.

"Meng Xing's soul! Fan Dongliu is here, take the knife!"

However, someone is faster than him, Fan Dongliu is worthy of being the younger brother of the Purple Scale Golden Knife, and the short knife in his hand has been unsheathed before Wang Jinglong has climbed the city wall!

But that's about it.

The moment Fan Dongliu drew his knife, he seemed to have seen the frightened Meng Xingsoul being slashed and slashed into a stick by his ninety-nine-eighty-one moves.

However, what he finally saw was a sword light that appeared in his throat.

Wang Jinglong was still sighing that his opportunity to become famous was snatched away by Fan Dongliu one moment, and the next moment he followed in the footsteps of the other party.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Xingsoul killed two people in a row, and the speed of the sword light was even wilder than the imaginary wind in Wang Zhutou's heart!

"It's him!" The four King Kongs under the Golden Gun Li Throne determined almost instantly that Meng Xingsoul was the one who killed the Golden Gun Li!

"My lord, this ......" A few catchers looked at Wang Zhutou, not knowing what to do.

"The weather wasn't very good today. ”

"Yes, yes! The weather is bad, the wind is strong, and these Jianghu men don't see a doctor when they have wind sores, and they know that they are running around all day long, and they deserve to die!"

"The Golden Gun Gate is on the job!

"How unreasonable! The people of the Six Doors are here, and they dare to be so presumptuous!" A few catchers couldn't see it, and almost drew their knives to scold, but they saw that their own head catchers were light and light, and they were not angry after being offended.

"The wind is so strong......" Wang Zhutou sighed inexplicably.

Hearing this, they followed Wang Zhutou's eyes and saw that on the city wall, Meng Xing's sword light was hitting the people of the Golden Gun Gate like a meteor shower.

"Yes, yes, it's too windy, and it's easy to get wind sores. ”

"These fools from the Golden Gun Gate like to get wind sores, so let them go!"

The deaths of Wang Jinglong and Fan Dongliu have extinguished the enthusiasm of the fledgling people, but it has also completely ignited the anger of the Golden Gun Gate.

The two big packer pistols, the four King Kongs, and the thirteen Taibao, have all rushed to the city tower at this moment!

They used to be the last protective layer of the Golden Gun Lee.

All of them were tall, steely, and powerful.

They are fearless and brutal.

All of their limbs were very sensitive, and they formed an encirclement in an instant.

It's just that in the past, this encirclement was to encircle the golden gun and keep the danger out of the circle.

But now, this encirclement has become a cage that traps Meng Xing's soul.

In the eyes of outsiders, Meng Xingsoul is already a butterfly in a spider's web, and no matter how hard he struggles, he can't leave.

But to the current Meng Xingsoul, he is a butterfly, but these eighteen opponents are not cobwebs.

Meng Xingsoul had observed spiders, it was early one morning, he stared at the corner of the wall for a full hour, and saw a spider swallow the spider silk on the spider web one by one, and then pull out new spider silk from its abdomen.

There are spider webs, every day is brand new and sticky.

The cobwebs without spiders, like the current group of people, are just hanging pictures that leak everywhere.

With the speed of Meng Xing's soul, imitating a butterfly piercing flowers, it didn't take much effort to rush out from the encirclement of eighteen people.

But Meng Xingsoul didn't leave, and he found that the nausea he had before was completely gone.

"Is the nausea all an illusion? I'm a natural murderer?" Meng Xing was puzzled.

The two Golden Gun wrestlers don't care about Meng Xing's mental journey, the two who died of their owners are the lost dogs, and only Meng Xing's blood can wash away the shame of the two!

The sword light is like a shooting star.

Before the two Golden Lancers could howl, their throats had been pierced.

The blood flower blooms, and a butterfly passes through the flower.

The Four Great King Kongs drew out their knives, swords, hooks, and forks, and struck at Meng Xing's soul with the sound of the wind!

In the eyes of outsiders, the weapons of the Four Great King Kongs had obviously slashed at Meng Xing's soul, but they didn't know why, it was the Four King Kongs who fell!

The Four King Kongs hate it!

When the Golden Gun Li was there, their four King Kongs were acting in unison and destroying the decaying King Kong Array.

After the death of Golden Gun Li, they became four reckless men with their own thoughts.

Mang King Kong's knife has always been extremely heavy, and at the moment when Meng Xingsoul rushed towards him, he was still secretly happy in his heart, thinking that he would definitely be able to cut Meng Xingsoul with a sword under the knife.

But when his knife body was still half a finger away from Meng Xingsoul's clothes, the strength of his whole body suddenly disappeared.

The sword had pierced his throat.

Meng Xing's soul sword is like a meteor, the moment you see it, it is the last moment it flashes.

Meng Xingsoul, a flower-piercing butterfly, tossed and turned among the blood flowers one after another, his body was obviously unhappy, but he always passed by the blood flowers in a wonderful way.

Meng Xingsoul's method of killing people was like a butterfly picking powder, just with a single click, he got what he wanted - the life of his opponent.

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