"It's up to you?" Lu Chen snorted coldly, slammed on the ground with the soles of his feet, and the thick internal strength rushed into the ground frantically through the soles of his feet, and the bluestone ground centered on him instantly cracked and burst.

Poof, under the control of the strong internal strength, countless gravel shot in all directions, as if a hidden weapon was there, this trick was learned by him in the Iron Knife Canyon with the bandit leader, and he is now learning and selling at this moment.

Maggie was shocked, flashing wildly in the air with her twin knives, her posture was graceful, like a fluttering butterfly, frantically resisting the flying rubble, the bell clanged, and the sparks splashed everywhere.

One of the sharp gravels was kicked away by Lu Chen, bringing a sharp whistling sound in mid-air, and shooting like lightning towards Mei Ji in mid-air.

Mei Ji was shocked, and hurriedly held her double knives across her chest to resist, and a surging force came, directly knocking her away several feet away.

Maggie volleyed, and a beautiful backflip landed on the ground, sliding back a few steps, but before she could get to her feet.

A sharp streamer suddenly came, and the ghostly figure flashed around her several times, like a sturdy swimming dragon. Brush.brush.brush.. Blood rained down all over the sky, and in the blink of an eye, several streaks of blood appeared on Meiji's body, pouring out along her leather armor.

Shadow Dance Phantom Sword Duel Fifth Style: Dragon Playing in the Sea.

"Ahh

Looking at the scarred Mei Ji, Lu Chen's figure walked out of the fog, and said in a magnetic voice: "This is the despair you gave me?" The words were full of mockery.

"It turns out that you still retained your strength before, but I underestimated you, but tonight's ending is already doomed, you are going to fail!" Mei Ji wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and the whole person quietly hid in the darkness, like a ghost that melted into the fog, and disappeared under Lu Chen's nose out of thin air.

Lu Chen's expression was stunned, his eyes showed a bit of alertness, and he said secretly: "This killer is really difficult!"

He didn't know that the gold medal killer of the Blood Skull only had this strength, and it couldn't be called a gold medal killer!

The night was silent, and the originally thin fog gradually became thicker, and the five fingers were missing, and a killing force was rapidly expanding in a nearby corner.

Brush, the sound of the wind moved, and Mei Ji suddenly rushed out from behind Lu Chen, swinging a knife and slashing!

Lu Chen had already taken precautions, how could he let the other party succeed so easily, and turning around was a sword sweep!

Ding, hand-to-hand combat, Mei Ji flickered again, hidden in the fog.

A murderous aura bloomed in the darkness, like a flower blooming at dawn.

In almost a moment, Mei Ji quickly launched dozens of surprise attacks at Lu Chen, like a ghost wandering in the dark, slashing out and hiding in the fog shadows, it is difficult to find the trace, it can be described as elusive, people are unguardable.

If it was an ordinary martial artist, I am afraid that she would have been tortured to death by her, but unfortunately she chose the wrong target this time.

"Pretend to be a ghost!" Lu Chen's sword eyebrows were twisted together, and a look of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"Take your time and enjoy the horrors that death brings you!" Charm's smug sneer sounded in the darkness, and as soon as the wind moved, a lancet swirled out from the dead corner on the left side of Lu Chen.

Lu Chen's soft sword flicked, the tip of the sword was like a willow branch, and it was easy to bounce the lancet away, and with a ding, the crisp sound was very beautiful.

The lancet flew into the air, and a figure flew up deftly, holding it with his backhand, like a dexterous wild cat stepping on the wall in the alley, flashing several times in a row, turning into an afterimage and pounced on Lu Chen.

Lu Chen's lightning sword stabbed over, and the blade was about to pierce the other party, but Mei Ji smiled ghostly, and the whole person suddenly dissipated, flashing on Lu Chen's right side in an instant, and the lancet slashed through a sinister arc, quickly sweeping towards Lu Chen's throat.

A chill rushed in, Lu Chen took a step sideways out of thin air, his neck was against the blade of the knife to avoid it thrillingly, and the whip leg swept across the other party like a battle axe, and all reactions appeared calm and calm.

Mei Ji dissipated again, like a cloud of mist, ethereal, so that Lu Chen couldn't touch the corner of his clothes, and this ghostly body made him distressed for a while.

"This woman is obviously just an acquired martial artist, why is her body so weird, there must be a flaw!" Lu Chen twisted his sword eyebrows and thought secretly, his eyes fell on a pool of blood not far away.

"Go to the underworld and repent!" A cold cheer came from the mist, and a ghostly ejection shot out, like a sharp arrow shooting towards Lu Chen.

Lu Chen's eyes flashed with cold light, and the whole person moved, and the soft sword in his hand flashed past the other party like an unpredictable prophet, brushing, and a bleak sword light lit up.

Mei Ji held two lancets in her hands, only to feel a cold wind blowing in front of her, her delicate body trembled suddenly, there was a touch of disbelief in her eyes, and a blood mark under her snow-white neck quietly appeared, and then she fell weakly!

She didn't know until she died, how Lu Chen found her.

"You are a qualified killer, but unfortunately you are too arrogant, and the arrogant will definitely pay!" Lu Chen flicked his soft sword, and the blood beads fell on the corner of the wall, which was extremely eye-catching, and turned around and walked towards the inn.

The fight just now has been delayed for a lot of time, and Lu Chen doesn't know what the situation of the inn is now, so he hurries up and rushes over, hoping that everything is still in time.

Meiji's strength is far beyond his imagination, and you can imagine how terrifying the power of the people behind the scenes is!

Near the inn, eleven swordsmen in Tsing Yi stood in various corners, staring at the movement in the inn, and the mist drifted from the mountain, adding a touch of mystery to this night.

Lin Junyu was in the innermost wing room on the first floor of the inn, and went to the northernmost post station in Qingxi Town during the day, plus he was too nervous in the past few days, and after returning to the inn, he didn't even eat dinner, so he fell asleep deeply!

There was an earth-shattering sound of fighting in the courtyard of the inn, which did not wake him up, but he was awakened by a burst of urine in the middle of the night.

"Oh, I drank too much water during the day, my stomach was so swollen, I couldn't help it!" Lin Junyu covered his crotch with one hand, walked out of bed with sleepy eyes, pushed open the courtyard of the wing door, and walked away, ready to find a no-man's corner to solve.

However, as soon as he pushed open the door, he was dumbfounded, and a figure in green clothes in mid-air held a sword and rushed towards him, murderous, he could even clearly see the cold light of the blade flickering, and the sudden cold air made him shiver.

"Hey, am I still dreaming?" Lin Junyu's head was drowsy, and he couldn't tell the difference between reality and illusion.

"Get out of the way!" An indifferent female voice shouted anxiously, Murong Ziyun came in an instant, quickly grabbed Lin Junyu's thin body and dodged to the side, and the green-clothed swordsman instantly split the door of the wing room in half.

"What's going on!" Lin Junyu said with a pale expression, he was a rich young master who was used to singing and dancing to promote his life, and he was immediately frightened after such a battle.

Murong Ziyun scolded: "Idiot, can't you see it, the other party is a killer!"

"Killer, come to kill me?" Lin Junyu's whole mind was excited, as if he was poured down by a basin of cold water, his brain instantly became extremely clear, and he no longer felt sleepy.

Murong Ziyun stared at the Tsing Yi swordsman in front of him, and said coldly: "Shut up, these people are not here to kill you!"

After the eleventh Tsing Yi swordsman rushed into the inn, he was blocked by one of the three elite disciples of Murong Ziyun, Teng Qinglei and Han Wenqing, and the other eight Tsing Yi swordsmen went straight to the second floor of the inn, and Jia Tianpeng was the target of their assassination this time.

Murong Ziyun watched those Tsing Yi swordsmen rush forward, his heart was extremely anxious, but he was helpless, the strength of these Tsing Yi swordsmen may be slightly inferior to them, but they are all difficult characters, and it is difficult to solve them in a short time.

Knock, a sound of footsteps sounded in the corridor, and eight swordsmen in Tsing Yi quickly rushed in, ready to kill Jia Tianpeng and quickly complete the task.

However, in the wings on both sides, a large number of gongs suddenly burst out, spinning like a wind wheel, shooting towards the Tsing Yi swordsman who rushed up to the second floor.

Poof, two swordsmen in Tsing Yi were cut off half of their heads on the spot and died on the spot!

"There is an ambush!" the leader of the Tsing Yi swordsmen was shocked, but it was too late to say anything, and the eighteen red-clothed lamas rushed out of the corridor, caught the gong flying in mid-air, and savagely rushed towards the group of Tsing Yi killers.

A larger fight was breaking out on the second floor, a large number of doors, windows and guardrails were smashed, and the huge movement also attracted the attention of Murong Ziyun and several people on the first floor, what the hell is going on?

At this moment, Jia Tao heard the movement outside, and hurriedly opened a gap to look outside.

"Sure enough, it's them!" In the end, Jia Tao didn't have time to hesitate, so he opened the window and jumped out. And his sister Jia Qing was knocked unconscious by him and placed under the bed.

When he came to the roof and found the wing room where Jia Tianpeng lived, he opened the window flexibly and went in, but saw Jia Tianpeng with a hat drinking tea calmly, leisurely, but he knew that it had become a pot of porridge outside.

"You are the son of the housekeeper, Jia Tao!" Seeing the visitor, Jia Tianpeng's eyes flashed with surprise

Jia Tao's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he walked towards the other party step by step, and said with a smile: "Yes, it's me!"

Feeling the killing intent emanating from the other party's body, an imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth under the cloak.

"Is there a killer out there?" Jia Tianpeng said indifferently, looking calm.

"Yes, these people are here to kill you!" Jia Tao said truthfully.

Jia Tianpeng held the teacup and sipped it gently: "Yes, then why don't you help, your father has high hopes for you!"

Speaking of this, Jia Tao was silent for a while, looking at Jia Tianpeng half-speechless, his expression was a little hesitant.

"Young man, what are you hesitating about?" Jia Tianpeng looked at the other party with interest, and Jia Tao's hesitant look made him shake his head and smile.

Jia Tao gritted his teeth, looked at the other party, and his fists clenched: "Master Jia, I.. ！”

"You're going to kill me too, right!" Jia Tianpeng poured himself a glass of water and wine, calm and calm.