"Why!

Running hundreds of miles in one breath and burrowing into a stone forest full of rocks, Zhou Zhenbei dared to breathe a sigh of relief. Thinking of the scene where his subordinates were slaughtered by demon beasts, he was so angry that he almost went crazy.

In fact, when those high-level demon beasts appeared, the people who had been struggling to support them were instantly defeated. If it weren't for the desperate protection of his subordinates to buy time for Zhou Zhenbei to escape, I'm afraid he would have died there.

"How can this be ......"

After a while, Zhou Zhenbei sat on the ground weakly, his face was dead.

When he left the city, there were more than 100 people, but now he is alone. The original ambition has been gone after repeated setbacks.

Now in Zhou Zhenbei's heart, there is only regret left, regretting why he was carried away and plunged headlong into this dangerous wilderness.

"Your men are all dead, why don't you die? ”

"Of course I can't die! Even if everyone dies, I'm going to ......."

A voice suddenly sounded, and Zhou Zhenbei, who was stimulated, replied subconsciously. But then, he suddenly came back to his senses and jumped to his feet.

“...... How are you!"

When he saw the person in front of him, Zhou Zhenbei's face was full of horror, and that person was Wang Ming.

"Why can't it be me. ”

Gently stroking the gold in his palm, Wang Ming said with a smile.

"Actually, I've been waiting for you here for a long time. ”

"Wait for me...... It's you! It's all you!"

Zhou Zhenbei was stunned, then his eyes widened instantly, and he looked at Wang Ming in more and more horror.

"Yes, it's all me. ”

Wang Ming nodded and did not deny it.

It was he who united with the Lin family and used the ruins of the old city as bait to lure Zhou Zhenbei out of Horn City, and drew that map full of malice.

It was because of Wang Ming that Zhou Zhenbei and his entourage would have such twists and turns and suffer such a big loss.

It was also him, when Zhou Zhenbei attacked the shield of the ruins, he provoked the demon beasts inside to be angry.

It can be said that although Wang Ming didn't really do it, he destroyed hundreds of masters of the Zhou family!

"What a ruthless little!"

Having figured everything out, Zhou Zhenbei looked at Wang Ming again at this time, his face was full of resentment, and he hated to bite him to death and chew him to pieces.

"I was also forced to be helpless. ”

Wang Ming smiled, and then his face gradually became gloomy.

The grievances between him and the Zhou family started with Zhou Xian. If Zhou Xian hadn't attacked and robbed Wang Ming, Wang Ming wouldn't have killed Zhou Xian with a ruthless plan.

If Zhou Zhenbei had distinguished right from wrong and had not sought revenge on Wang Ming, Wang Ming would not have really dealt with the Zhou family.

As Wang Ming said, although he was ruthless, he was indeed forced to be helpless.

"I'm so helpless!"

Zhou Zhen's voice was low, and his face became more and more gloomy. clenched his fists tightly and wanted to kill Wang Ming with his own hands.

"Self-righteous. ”

Wang Ming snorted lightly, flipped his palm, and held the Chijing Sword in his hand.

He has already advanced to the seventh refinement, cultivating the ground and other middle-grade exercises, activating the Vajra Xuan Body, an exhausted physical body realm eight refinements, he doesn't care about it at all.

Otherwise, why did he let Jin Zi follow Zhou Zhenbei and then track him all the way here.

"Fire Cloud Sword! Why is the Fire Cloud Sword in your hands!"

Suddenly seeing the long sword in Wang Ming's hand, Zhou Zhenbei's face changed again. This sword, which has been seen countless times in the genealogy, is the family artifact that was lost in the old city six thousand years ago.

"Huoyun Sword? ”

Looking at the long sword in his hand, Wang Ming snorted coldly and continued.

"To tell you the truth, there is not a single hair left in the entire ruins that I have long been shaved. You've worked so hard to get here, and all you find is an empty city. ”

"What do you say...... It can't be!"

"That's the truth! The sword in my hand is the best proof of this. ”

Before the words fell, Wang Ming had already rushed up and stabbed Zhou Zhenbei with a sword.

"You lied to me!"

Zhou Zhenbei roared wildly, and slapped his palm at the sword body.

Clang!

But what Zhou Zhenbei didn't expect was that the strength of his flesh realm eight refinements, just now, with all his palm, he couldn't shoot the long sword!

In fact, with a metal-like thud, the sword only shook slightly.

"This ...... You ......"

Zhou Zhenbei looked at Wang Ming again, his face full of disbelief.

Wang Ming is only seventeen or eighteen years old, and it has only been a year or two since he obtained the altar inheritance. Even if he is a genius, in such a short period of time, he can at most cultivate to the fifth refinement of the flesh realm.

But what about Wang Ming, six refining or seven refining? Even if it is seven refining, it shouldn't have such a great power!

"Artifact! It must be the reason for my Zhou family's artifact!"

Zhou Zhenbei then came back to his senses, and suddenly looked at the Chijing Sword and roared.

In fact, as his own divine sword, how could he not know if there was such an effect, but he didn't want to admit that Wang Ming's strength was already above him.

"What is your Zhou family's artifact, it's mine now. ”

Wang Ming chuckled at the corner of his mouth, and then drank softly.

"Falling Wood Xiao Xiao!"

Falling wood Xiao Xiao, the best martial arts of the Yellow Order, the mystery of the swordsmanship of the bleak wind and bitter rain. This sword pierced out, like a boundless falling wood, and the eyes were full of sword shadows. And the sword momentum is scattered, and there is no law at all.

The swordsmanship of the bleak wind and bitter rain is already strange, and this trick is a real trick, and it is even more tricky to the extreme.

"Don't try to bluff me!"

But Zhou Zhenbei is worthy of being the top master of Horn City, in addition to the cultivation of the eight refinements of the physical realm, he has also practiced a lot of martial arts and has rich practical combat experience.

As the so-called one force descends ten times, a roar directly meets him with a palm, no matter how many sword shadows he has, no matter how real he is, all of them are broken with one palm.

"Demon King Thousand Strikes!"

Zhou Zhenbei reacted quickly and responded appropriately. But unfortunately, he met Wang Ming.

After falling into the wood, the Chijing Sword withdrew from the inventory, Wang Ming clenched his fists, and then slammed into it with a punch.

At this time, Zhou Zhenbei's palm also arrived.

"This ......"

The next moment, in Zhou Zhenbei's eyes, countless fist shadows attacked, blowing away all the previous sword shadows and blasting towards him. As the ultimate martial art of the Xuan Rank, Demon King Fist has never played false, and a thousand blows are real punches in an instant.

Zhou Zhenbei's face was full of shock, but he couldn't dodge, so he could only meet it head-on. At this time, he knew that the swordsmanship just now was just a false slur, and the fist technique at this time was the real killer move.

It's just weird, Zhou Zhenbei shouldn't be big, and he insisted on breaking Wang Ming's swordsmanship just now with one palm.

Bang bang bang!

But alas, it was too late to regret it. Wang Ming fell with a thousand punches in an instant, all of which hit Zhou Zhenbei.

After advancing to the seventh refinement, Wang Ming had a huge strength of 30,000 jin with one hand, and the power of a thousand punches in this moment can be imagined.

At this time, I have to say that Zhou Zhenbei is worthy of being the top master in the Horn City.

After receiving one hundred and ten punches from Wang Ming in an instant, he immediately fought the light body martial arts, and with the help of Wang Ming's impact, his body retreated slightly.

In this way, the remaining hundreds of punches, although they could not be completely avoided, were not realized. Although he was seriously injured, it was not fatal.

"Die!"

After a blow, Zhou Zhenbei was about to breathe a sigh of relief. But what he never expected was that Wang Ming suddenly shouted, and the Chijing Sword appeared in his hand again, and his wrist swept over.

"How can this be ......?"

Zhou Zhenbei's eyes widened instantly, how could the long sword that had been thrown on the ground be picked up in his hand in an instant. Without this sword, he would have had no time to retreat at all. But the sword was three feet and three inches long, and he couldn't dodge it.

Burst!

With a muffled sound, Zhou Zhenbei's thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and with the severed head, his vision was located in the sky, looking at his headless body and the red long sword that he thought about day and night.