When Lao Wang saw the man in black, his brows furrowed, and he suddenly said in horror: "Are you the killer in the shadow kill?"

The sleeves of the man in black waved, and a figure pierced with brocade silk thread appeared on the sleeve of his right hand, this figure was small and exquisite, only the size of a person's thumb, and if he didn't pay attention, he really couldn't see it: "You have some eyesight, and the contemptible person is the shadow killing shadow eighteen." ”

Wang Qingquan's face changed, as far as he knew, not to mention that the shadow killing was in Heshan County, even if it was Hongxie Prefecture, it was also one of the best forces, there were only eighteen people in the shadow killing, except for these eighteen people, everyone else could only be regarded as candidates, and they would never kill people to take orders, they would only do some intelligence and the like, and the only one who really shot could only be those eighteen people, and these eighteen people not only had excellent martial arts, but also had their own unique skills, and even heard that there were immortal cultivators in it.

Wang Qingquan's face was embarrassed, but he still hugged his fists and said: "This benevolent brother, no matter how much gold and silver money money helps, I can pay double, and I don't ask my brother and Taiwan to help, as long as my brother and Taiwan don't help each other." ”

Ying Eighteen smiled: "If you beg me to fight back and help everyone, I will definitely refuse, but if you pay double the price, just ask me not to help each other, I can promise you." ”

As soon as these words came out, Qian Gang's face suddenly became ugly.

Wang Qingquan was overjoyed: "Thank you, Brother Ren...... Be careful!"

That shadow eighteen just agreed not to help each other, but immediately made a move, slamming at Lao Wang with a palm, Wang Qingquan was almost terrified, but fortunately, Lao Wang seemed to have been prepared and dodged.

Ying Eighteen was stunned, and said with a smile: "You are a master, it is really rare to meet a master in this remote place, since this is the case, I will kill you." ”

Ying Eighteen said that the preface did not match the words, drew a sword, and killed the old king, this person was clean and neat, and he didn't know where this cold and shining sword was hidden.

"Ah!!" screamed, but Hu Guangan was stabbed in the heart by the opponent's sword and died on the spot, Hua Jiujian was deeply brotherly, and couldn't help but shout: "Third brother!"

The big man on the other side sneered: "Do you still have time to take care of your brother? ”

With that, a long whip almost turned into a shadow.

Hua Jiujian's eyes were cold, and he suddenly flew up, and he actually resisted a blow, spitting blood in his mouth, and then with the power of this blow, he suddenly flew to the side of the man who killed Hu Guang'an, and stabbed the triumphant guy with a sword.

Sun Zhuangji, the deputy leader of the Qian Gang, was stunned, but he didn't expect the other party to eat his own whip and take the opportunity to kill his proud subordinate Xiang Master. Then he sneered: "Right now, you are seriously injured, but will you still be my opponent?"

"Click!"

The sword of the shadow eighteen, under the iron palm of Lao Wang, was shattered by one palm. Wang Qingquan, who was fighting with Sun Gan, couldn't help but be overjoyed, but when he saw Ying Eighteen smiled faintly, he stretched out his hand disappretently, and an iron sword appeared in his hand.

When Lao Wang saw it, his face became solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "It seems that your swordsmanship has reached the peak, enough to step into the ranks of super-first-class masters, could it be that you have reached the sixth level of the strong body realm?"

Ying Eighteen smiled slightly: "It's a prize, but it's still easy to kill you as a strong body." It's you, your vision is really good, and you can see some clues. ”

Lao Wang's face sank like water, but he couldn't refute it, after all, the other party was more than one step higher than himself, and sighed in his heart, it seems that there is only one death today to repay the kindness of the main family.

Martial arts cultivation is divided into seven levels, most of the ordinary martial artists are three or four levels, if they can enter the fifth level, it is enough to become a master, and the shadow eighteen has already stepped into the sixth level, and the suppression of a state is not much different, so it seems that the shadow killing organization is by no means as simple as it seems.

Lao Wang clenched his fists and inhaled suddenly, and suddenly two black smoke appeared on the tip of his nose, which was immediately inhaled by Lao Wang, but there seemed to be a steady stream of black smoke around his body, which was inhaled by Lao Wang.

Ying Eighteen's face sank: "It turned out to be the remnants of the Heavenly Sect, and he dared to show his original form, he was really looking for death." ”

The iron sword in his hand slammed out, and the iron sword broke away from Shadow Eighteen's wrist, but as if it had spirituality, it slid through a graceful arc in the air and hit Lao Wang.

"I don't dare to call myself a Heavenly Sect saint, I just received some guidance from the Heavenly Sect saints. Lao Wang said indifferently, absorbing those black smoke, he seemed to have increased his strength by a level, reaching the fifth realm, at this moment a palm hit the iron sword, the iron sword was knocked out, the shadow eighteen fingers slid in the air, the iron sword seemed to be controlled by an invisible rope, as fast as lightning to Lao Wang again.

In the blink of an eye, the iron sword struck out more than thirty times, but they were all barely blocked by Lao Wang.

And in the distance, Qian Gang Sun Qian lay on the ground in disbelief, didn't say a word, and died, and he couldn't believe it until he died, Wang Qingquan, who had always been inconspicuous, was so strong that he had cultivated to the fourth level of strength.

Wang Qingquan also suffered some minor injuries, but seeing that Lao Wang was tight, he couldn't take a break, so he hurried to help him.

With the two working together, Ying Eighteen couldn't win.

After a tea time, Shadow Eighteen finally got impatient, suddenly his eyes flashed, his fingers moved, and the iron sword suddenly flew into the distance.

In the distance, Hua Jiujian used all his means and finally killed Sun Zhuangji, but he was also seriously injured, and before he could catch his breath, a sword tip suddenly appeared in his chest, Hua Jiujian suddenly smiled lightly, sighed, and fell to the ground.

No one knew what Hua Jiujian was thinking before he died, and what he was laughing for.

Wang Qingquan's face was gloomy, under the joint efforts of himself and Lao Wang, the other party still had the strength to kill others at any time, it seems that today is really more auspicious.

Lao Wang frowned: "Your strength doesn't seem to be all the means in the martial arts, could it be that you are an immortal cultivator?"

Shadow Eighteen laughed: "Finally see it, although I don't have enough qualifications to cultivate immortals, but I only cultivate some low-level secret techniques, but it is not something that you two mortals can resist." ”

After that, a white long sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and when he looked closely, the long sword seemed to be cut from wood, and even the tip of the sword was extremely smooth, looking like a child's toy when playing.

Lao Wang's face changed, and he sighed secretly, this time he was really dead.

Although Wang Qingquan's realm is not enough, he also knows that there must be a demon when things go wrong, and the other party does not use a sword, but takes out a wooden sword, and he must have something to rely on. looked back at his daughter Wang Yan, and a trace of decisiveness flashed in his eyes.

Shadow Eighteen gently stroked the wooden sword and sighed, "You are lucky to be able to die under my treasure." ”

Before the words fell, the wooden sword had reached Wang Qingquan's chest, its speed was like lightning, Wang Qingquan flashed instinctively, but suddenly his face was resolute, no longer dodging, but taking advantage of the wooden sword to stab into his chest, Wang Qingquan used all his internal force, clamped the wooden sword, held the wooden sword tightly with both hands, and spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth, but he roared regardless of it: "Old Wang." ”

Lao Wang's heart trembled, but he knew that this was not the time to be sad, two black threads suddenly poured out of his fists, and he roared: "Assassin the demon!"