The ink knife hugged Yue Qiushui and walked out of Zhuo's mansion, without Zhuo Ding, there was no one to stop him along the way. In this way, the three of them escaped from Zhuo's Mansion smoothly and disappeared into the crowd on the street. It's just that the price of their escape from Zhuo Mansion is too heavy after all, and Yue Qiushui only has seven days to live. And at this moment, the ink knife didn't know that he also only had seven days.

A long time after the ink knife left, under the broken tiles of the broken wall, a figure burst up, kicking up a cloud of dust. It was an old man, an old man who was seriously injured.

That Zhuo Ding barely dodged the thunder dragon's attack at the last moment, although he dodged, but the thunder dragon was fierce, and he was still seriously injured. An arm was devoured, and the wound was scorched black.

Covering his wounds, Zhuo Ding looked up to the sky and roared. At this moment, Zhuo Ding was full of anger.

How could he not hate, and the sword technique in his hand was gone. How could he not be angry, the wound of the broken arm was still aching.

At this moment, Zhuo Ding just wanted to kill, kill the ink knife, kill Yue Qiushui, and even kill the Niuniu he had never looked at again. Only murder can calm the anger in his heart.

But when Zhuo Ding looked at it, he found that the three of them were long gone.

Enraged, he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood. In anger, he pulled a subordinate with a birthmark on his face from his side and asked loudly: "Where did they go!"

"Little ...... The little one doesn't know ......," the man said with a shudder. He could fully feel Zhuo Ding's anger at this moment, he wanted to escape, but he was caught by Zhuo Ding, as a subordinate, without any martial arts, he couldn't escape after all.

"Why don't you chase it!" Zhuo Ding asked. The anger had already made Zhuo Ding lose his mind. He never thought that this was just a subordinate, a subordinate who didn't know a little bit of martial arts, even if he wanted to chase it, it shouldn't be him who chased it. But at this moment, Zhuo Ding had no way to think of this.

"I ...... I ......" The man wanted to explain, but he didn't know what to say. Facing that Zhuo Ding's almost cannibalistic gaze, he was too scared after all. I was afraid that there would be drops of water on my pants.

"Rubbish!" said Zhuo Ding, raising his palm to slap it. That palm whirls with the wind, and if this palm goes down, the next person will definitely die. But the palm of the hand suddenly stopped when it was about to fall on the head of the next person.

It's not that Zhuo Ding's heart can't bear to kill, but he suddenly felt a pain in his chest, as if the blood coagulated all over his body in an instant, a mouthful of blood gushed up, and he couldn't help but spurt out another mouthful of blood.

At this moment, the subordinate with the birthmark on his face suddenly became smarter, and he ran away.

"You dare to run!" Zhuo Ding was furious, but he never thought that if he wanted to kill someone, why couldn't others run.

That Zhuo Dingfei chased after him, and at this time he had already counted all the anger in his heart on that person. Once he is caught, Zhuo Ding will divide his five horses into corpses and break his corpse into ten thousand pieces. Because only in this way can the hatred in his heart be relieved. A subordinate, a mere slave, dared to resist him, how could this keep him from being angry!

Originally, with that Zhuo Ding's skill, it only took a moment to catch the person with the birthmark on his face. But before he could chase a few steps, Zhuo Ding only felt that his feet were soft, and a sense of powerlessness instantly gushed out. One of his feet stumbled, and he fell to the ground at once.

"What's wrong with me. At this moment, Zhuo Ding finally realized that something was not right. He only had an arm injury, and although it was bad, the belt was not enough to make him weak. Especially the feeling of blood clotting made him even more puzzled.

Looking back, Na Zhuo Ding saw at a glance the blood he had vomited earlier. For a moment, Zhuo Ding was like being poured a bowl of cold water on his head, and he instantly froze in place. Because he saw that the blood he had vomited was black.

"Poison!" said Zhuo Ding, shocked. But he couldn't understand why he was poisoned. The Ink Knife had fought with him before, and had not hurt him in the slightest. Where does this poison come from?

Just when Zhuo Ding couldn't figure it out, he saw a wine glass at his feet in a trance. It was the wine glass on the banquet that Zhuo Qing had set up before, and it was also the wine glass he used to drink when he killed Zhuo Qing.

"It's him!" In an instant, Zhuo Ding understood. I understand where the poison in myself comes from. At this moment, Zhuo Ding finally understood the meaning of the smile on Zhuo Qing's face when he killed Zhuo Qing.

"Rebel !!," Zhuo Ding cursed in his heart. The next moment, a trace of panic appeared on his face and said, "Come on! Come on!" Knowing that he was poisoned, Zhuo Ding was finally afraid.

Although Yue Qiushui's Thunder Dragon was strong, she couldn't completely control it after all. In the end, many people survived unscathed.

Listening to the shouts of Zhuo Ding, these unharmed people all stood in place. No one stepped forward to help.

They are afraid, afraid that they will become Zhuo Ding's angry things like the previous subordinate.

"You!, come here!" Seeing that the subordinates in front of him were standing still, Zhuo Ding ordered one of them. But in the face of Zhuo Ding's order, the subordinate turned around and fled, without a trace of hesitation.

"Damn!" said Zhuo Ding roared, reluctantly took out a flying knife from his arms, and threw it out with his hand.

The flying knife came out, but there was no flash of silver light, only to see that the flying knife only flew out half a foot in the air, and then drew an arc in mid-air and fell to the ground. At this time, the subordinate had already escaped from Zhuo's Mansion and disappeared.

The people around him, seeing that Zhuo Ding couldn't even use his most proud flying knife, looked happy and relieved. Some of them followed the example of the original man and turned and fled. But there are still some people who have a greedy look on their faces. began to slowly approach the Zhuo Ding.

"What do you want to do!" Looking at the eyes of these people, Zhuo Ding was familiar. Because that's the kind of gaze he looks at whenever he finds his prey.

"Do you want to rebel!" Zhuo Ding yelled, trying to scare the people away.

It seems that because he is usually too afraid of Zhuo Ding, he just yelled. It made these people stop one after another, and a look of hesitation flashed in their eyes.

But after a few moments, the men seemed to have finally made up their minds. With ferocity in his eyes, he walked towards Zhuo Ding again. They want to kill Zhuo Ding and turn over to be the master of this Zhuo Mansion.

At this moment, just as this group of people was about to surround Zhuo Ding and kill him, a noise suddenly came from behind them.

A burly middle-aged man crawled out of the broken tiles of the wall. There were no scars on his body, but there was ash on his face that made it difficult to see.

The crowd didn't care, just thought he was an ordinary subordinate. But when Zhuo Ding saw that person, his face was overjoyed, and he shouted loudly: "Zhang Jiaotou, save me!"

The next moment, the head moved. Holding a long sword in his hand that he picked up from nowhere, he instantly smashed into the crowd. In an instant, the screams began, and in the face of this group of subordinates, the sect leader was like a tiger entering the flock, and in just an instant, he killed them and fled in all directions.

But I don't know if it's an illusion, a trace of guilt flashed in the eyes of the sect leader.