Li Wenshuo stood quietly in the afterglow of the setting sun, the long sword dripping blood, and the murderous aura of Sen Leng was unabashedly released, and he glanced around coldly, and everyone who looked at those eyes was slightly pale, and subconsciously took a step back.

There is no way, at this moment, Li Wenshuo has just finished killing people, and he is full of evil spirit, plus his martial arts cultivation is really much stronger than these people watching, and no one dares to look at him for a while. A group of heroines and girls in the boudoir are even weaker, almost falling to the ground, their hearts are worthy of a generation of young heroes, really majestic, extraordinary!

Most people haven't reacted yet, how could the heart path be like this, that party is still a master, and the immortal Huashan Sect Discipline Hall elder died like this? Still died in the hands of a person in the Xianfeng realm, that is a martial arts master, it can't be fake, I thought about whether Lin Yu would get up from the ground in the next moment, and cleaned up Li Wenshuo in three or two strokes, which greatly demonstrated the prestige of the grandmaster of the Xuanche realm, but looking at Lin Yu lying on the ground, a big hole was cut open in the position of the heart of his chest, and the blood gushing out was still steaming.

But when he came to his senses, the shock in his heart not only did not decrease by half a little, but intensified, showing his strength to kill Xuanche, a feat that he had never heard of in the martial arts of the rivers and lakes!

Thinking of this, looking at Li Wenshuo's eyes changed again, and he was a little more in awe, such a character is destined to leave his name in this world, but not necessarily, in this year, there are many so-called geniuses who were amazing at the beginning, and then they were obscured by everyone.

Li Wenshuo's body stumbled suddenly, his movements were very small, but he was seen by some careful people, and his mind suddenly began to move again, and his heart said that when you are really so powerful, you can solve a master of the Xuanche realm so lightly, it turns out that he was also injured a lot.

The sun had completely sunk into the western ground, and the sky was a little dark.

Li Wenshuo's eyes narrowed slightly, he seemed to be a little sleepy, and he couldn't stand steadily, and the chivalrous man with the iron rod on his back sneered and muttered, "How good am I for you, aren't you still seriously injured?"

When the female companion on the side heard this, her brows furrowed slightly, and she said coldly: "What's wrong with the injury, Li Gongzi is just in the Xianfeng realm, and if you pay a little price, you can win the senior masters of the Xuanche realm, if you are replaced, maybe what will it look like!"

The chivalrous man's face was flushed by what his female companion said, and he couldn't say a word for a long time, so he snorted coldly and skimmed his head.

Suddenly, everyone exclaimed again, and everyone raised their heads, only to see a large black spear piercing out of the darkness, it was a seven-foot-seven-inch spear, the black blade glowed faintly silver in the side light of the moonlight, the twisted ghostly spirit was wrapped around the neck of the spear, and the nine-inch spear blade was like a half-cut sharp sword.

The gun wind is whistling, there is a black evil qi entangled, as soon as this big gun appeared, it was recognized, Tiger Gun Wang Zhen, a famous figure in this area, is a man in his thirties, experienced in a hundred battles, and also has the strength to show the great perfection.

The spear was behind Li Wenshuo's back in an instant, as if it was about to pierce that fluttering figure in an instant!

A hideous smile appeared on Wang Zhen's face, he had no interest in the tenth master in the world, knowing that even if he was seriously injured, it was not something he could provoke, he had only one purpose, that is, to kill Li Wenshuo, you know, Li Wenshuo's head is now worth 10,000 taels of real money in the black market!

Li Wenshuo's body was suddenly stunned, a fine light flashed in his squinted eyes, and he sneered, and said in his heart, You have finally taken the bait.

As soon as his body twisted, he turned sideways and let go of this must-kill shot, Wang Zhen didn't have many surprises, and he didn't expect to defeat Li Wenshuo with this move, the spear subconsciously swung out sideways and swept towards Li Wenshuo's waist. But the spear in his hand paused suddenly, and a force of the shock shook him so much that he wanted to vomit blood, and when he looked up, he saw Li Wenshuo standing there straight, grabbing the barrel of his gun with one hand, condescendingly, looking at him coldly.

Wang Zhen's pupils shrank, he knew very well the strength of his shot, and grabbed the barrel of the gun with his bare hands? Even an arm made of steel had to be broken, what kind of strength was this?

If the other party does not let go of the gun, he will not be shocked by this dark energy, but thinking like this, the situation has not developed as he thought, and the dark energy passed like a mud cow into the sea, and he didn't see Li Wenshuo have the slightest reaction, and his heart was cold.

If he had met such an opponent a year ago, Li Wenshuo would have said that he would really have a big fight, but now, the opponent's dark energy is indeed insidious, but in front of his huge reserves of true qi, it is completely insufficient, he can directly use the amount to crush the opponent, snort coldly, his hand shook, and the internal force rushed out, and the tiger spear began to vibrate violently, Wang Zhen didn't react, he just felt that his arms were numb, and he suddenly let go of his hands subconsciously as if he had been struck by lightning.

Li Wenshuo held the middle and back of the spear, and as soon as he sent his hand forward, the barrel of the spear smashed into Wang Zhen's chest, only to hear a muffled bang, accompanied by the sound of Carrara's bone cracking, Wang Zhen flew out seven or eight feet away, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Immediately after that, a black light flashed in the dim night, and in the exclamation of everyone, a black gun pierced the night sky like a black lightning, nailing Wang Zhen to the ground.

There was a gasping sound around him, Li Wenshuo's figure was still shaky, and it seemed that he might fall down at any time, but no one dared to make a move, joke, and now people can see that Li Wenshuo is pretending, so who knows if he is pretending to be now;

Glanced around, the cold gaze was mixed with the silent murderous aura, and the stabbing people's hearts were cold, obviously they didn't say a word, but people still seemed to hear three words: who else.

Chen Yiyi picked up Lao Huang and walked to Li Wenshuo's side, his slightly wrinkled eyes looked at Li Wenshuo gently, his eyes showed a little worry, Li Wenshuo and Chen Yiyi glanced at each other, shook their heads, coughed lightly, a blood overflowed from the corner of their mouth, and they didn't bother to wipe it, just holding the broken sword, they walked silently in front of the two people.

Blood was still dripping from the sword, and the sound of a dada seemed to hit people's hearts.

Everyone subconsciously separated a road, looking at Li Wenshuo who was walking in front, they didn't know what to say, until the backs of the three disappeared at the end of the field of vision, and people subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Mr. Cao silently looked at the departing Lao Huang, the number one assassin in the world who was obviously twenty years younger than himself but ranked above him, and glanced at Li Wenshuo who was standing next to him, and said in his heart, I don't know how many years it will take This person may also need to look up to himself, he shook his head helplessly, thinking that he is probably really old, maybe it is really time to retire from the rivers and lakes. Thinking of this, he smiled self-deprecatingly, the assassin wanted to leave this world safely, no matter what realm he reached, how invincible he was, he was still an assassin after all.

On this day, the tenth umbrella holder in the world and a young man in a black robe fought in the city, the rivers and lakes shook, people were talking about what kind of young man he was, and afterwards from the mouth of the storyteller of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, that person was the leader of the Demon Sect who shook the rivers and lakes decades ago, the White Lotus Monk, for a while, this almost forgotten history was turned out again, and there were a lot of talking points among the drinkers in the store, compared with it, there was a small thing that can be said to be insignificant, Li Wenshuo, a newcomer in the rivers and lakes who had disappeared for more than a year, reappeared, and only used three swords to kill the precept elder of the Huashan faction, with a casual blow, he defeated Wang Zhen, the tiger spear of Xianfeng's Great Perfection.

Of course, except for those who witnessed it, no one else believed it, and only regarded it as a joke.

On Mount Hua, Lin Hua looked at the few disciples in charge of intelligence kneeling in front of him, smashed the table in front of him with one palm, and snorted coldly, sending out the few people who were trembling.

Looking out the window, he looked out by the screen window, the stars in the sky were dense and busy, and a comb of the moon was like a description of a girl who had not grown up, but she was no longer ashamed to see people, the light and outline were fresh and dewy, and gradually she could set off the night scene, but it revealed a little chill.

Lin Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, calmed down a little irritable, and muttered to himself: "Li Wenshuo, I will wait for you on Mount Hua, if you have the guts, you will go to Mount Hua again!"