The sun above the bazaar was originally bright.

However, the sky, which was already bright, seemed to become brighter.

It's like some fire suddenly appears and starts burning, but it's so cold and cold, without any heat.

At this time, the petite woman in red and the woman with a big belly who fell from above Wang Jingmeng also felt strange, but before they had time to have any extra thoughts, their hair was already burning.

White flames burned above their heads.

The flame still had no heat.

After destroying their hairs, it seemed to fall from an endless sky, and the flames that instantly condensed continued to fall with some kind of unbelievable sword intent, piercing into their scalps and into their minds.

The sword light in their hands suddenly lost its vitality.

Bang!

They didn't even feel the slightest pain before they were turned into two bodies that had fallen to the ground.

Wang Jingmeng did not go to see them.

He had known that there would be such an outcome, and if these people wanted to kill him, even if they were killed, they would not arouse his sympathy.

It's just that killing people certainly doesn't have any pleasure.

The peddler, whose feet were severed, sat in a pool of blood and screamed in fear.

He looked at the empty sky above, as if there was an unseen, terrible monster in the endless sky.

His hands landed on his throat with a soft click.

The true element from his hands shattered his Adam's apple, and then destroyed his own neck bone.

In utter fear, he took his own life.

Countless exclamations of astonishment rang out.

Those who had discovered Wang Jingmeng and wanted to get closer to Wang Jingmeng retreated one after another.

"Condensing the spark into a sword?"

The Night Stalker took a deep breath.

The long street was full of blood, and his nose and chest and lungs were also filled with a strong bloody gas, and he determined the source of this strange flame, but for a moment, a trace of fear could not be suppressed in his heart.

He couldn't sense the other person who had struck at him.

This man was far beyond his perception.

Several violent bursts of air fell.

Several officials of the Divine Capital Prison fell in a pool of blood.

Wang Jingmeng coughed lightly, he looked at these extremely solemn Shendu prison officials with a calm face, and said, "They were the ones who wanted to kill me first, and I was just defending myself." ”

The faces of these Divine Capital Prison Officials were full of gloom, and none of them even responded, they just squatted down one after another to inspect the five dead cultivators.

Wang Jingmeng was not surprised.

He knew that no one would take care of himself in the Shendu Prison today, and no one would take care of the rest of the people in the Bashan Sword Field.

The Shendu Prison was originally founded by the old emperor on the sickbed, and what the old emperor on the sickbed wanted to see today was that this standing log was moved from the south gate of the market to the north gate.

He walked past the officials of the Divine Capital and stepped out of the blood-soaked ground.

His gaze fell on the porter who was carrying the standing log.

Not many people paid attention to the porter at this time.

The vast majority of people were watching him.

There were many people who had seen his sword competition before, but after seeing his shot today, these people finally understood that the sword is not to see, the sword is a murder weapon, and these powerful swordsmen can kill people in such an amazing way.

......

"If the people of the Gongsun family don't move, and the people of the Li family don't move, then they are naturally the people of the Nangong family. ”

A middle-aged man in a green shirt was also quietly watching from a private room with a view of the long street.

Looking at such a picture, he smiled slightly, and said to a cultivator in pale yellow clothes beside him: "The people of the Nangong family have always acted fiercely, they were able to stand firm in Changling before, and they were able to have such a foundation, it is also because their actions are more intense than any other, but this habit does not work in this matter, and they don't want to think about it, no matter how fierce they acted before, who is their opponent, but this time, who is their opponent?"

Changling has four major gate valves.

The Gongsun family, the Li family, the Lu family, and the Nangong family.

If you can exclude the Gongsun family and the Li family, you will be sure that it is the Nangong family, and the one who can speak in such a tone is naturally a member of the Lu family.

This middle-aged man in a green shirt did business in Zhao in his early years, and later returned to Changling, but in less than ten years, he became the head of one of the four major gates of Changling.

He is Lu Wei.

One of the legends of Changling.

The Lu family has never been a wealthy existence among these four gates, nor is it the existence with the most powerful cultivators, and even the Lu family is in the court

There weren't many prominent high-ranking officials.

But even the other three, none of them dared to underestimate him.

Because he saved the life of the old emperor on the sickbed, and more than once.

"Is it the Castle?"

After jokingly saying a few words from the Nangong family, he turned his head to look at the cultivator in pale yellow clothes beside him, and said, "So, even the city gate guards already have such a clear position?

"It's not a conformist. ”

The cultivator in the pale yellow shirt looked no more than thirty years old, but his bearing was extraordinary, he shook his head without the slightest doubt, and said, "It's even higher than the Moshou City, but the power of the True Yuan is not enough, and it should also be a rising star." ”

"Isn't it Confitismus?" Lu Wei didn't doubt this cultivator's statement, he groaned slightly, and said, "Then where is there such a sword technique?"

"I heard that there used to be such a swordsmanship in Jiaodong County. The cultivator in the pale yellow robe turned his head to look at him and asked.

Lu Wei suddenly brightened up, thoughtful, "It turns out that Jiaodong County." ”

......

Wang Jingmeng stopped.

No sooner had he stepped out of the blood-soaked area than he stopped and looked to the right side of his body.

It was an alley, a very narrow alley.

There was a chill coming out of the alley.

It's not an illusory feeling, but it's really cold on this person who came out of the alley, and the sword hanging from his waist is also cold, and it's flowing cold.

This is a white-shirted teenager, and he is almost the same age as Wang Jingmeng.

He was handsome, or more accurately, cold.

"You just wanted to deal with them?"

Wang Jingmeng seemed to have sensed the existence of this person a long time ago, and there was no surprised expression on his face, but he asked curiously, "Are you?"

The white-shirted young man didn't answer his question immediately, but looked at him coldly and asked, "What are you doing, you meddling in such a thing, can it really help track down the murderer behind your master?"

Wang Jingmeng nodded.

He replied earnestly: "Since it is only those people who can be, then this kind of struggle will take me to that level." ”

The white-shirted young man was silent for a breath, then nodded and said, "I'm Baili Suxue." ”

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