"Oh, is it!"

Jin Wuzhi suddenly chuckled.

Jin Sanbao suddenly felt bad, so he saw Jin Wuzhi in front of him, swinging his legs, and pounced quickly, and a layer of red light floated in his left palm and slapped his chest.

"Hehe, follow me, you return,"

He smiled and was about to taunt him, but found that his palm instantly reached his chest, and a murderous aura rushed to his face, stimulating his heart to contract violently.

"Hey!"

Jin Sanbao put away his contempt, barely put his hands together, blocked this palm, jumped with his own strength, and jumped into the suite behind him. A scorching internal qi penetrated through his body, and although he cleared it instantly, it also caused a tingling pain in the meridians and a slight internal injury!

"Seventh layer of the forging period?" Jin Sanbao's eyes widened and he exclaimed in disbelief. Immediately he sneered again, what about the seventh layer of the forging body, he was poisoned, that is, he could hold on for a little longer! As long as he delayed for a while, he would not be slaughtered by himself after the poison!

Jin Wuzhi did not chase after him, but quickly turned around and picked up the treasure knife, and looked at the suite door vigilantly.

"Whoa!" the curtain rang, and a white figure rushed out.

Immediately afterwards, there was another one, three in succession, one large and three small, a total of four figures jumped out one after another, rushing towards Jin Wuzhi from four directions.

Jin Wuzhi's angry eyes widened, his right hand drooped at his side, the green tendons of his left hand burst out, the red light flashed, and he lifted the long knife and slashed violently.

With a pop, the knife crossed like a line of fire, slashing through the neck of the large figure on the right, and then the blade went slightly downward, and slashed the short figure in front of him in two shoulder-to-shoulder.

At this time, the knife was old, and the two figures on the left had already arrived in front of him, and their claws were like knives slashing at his chest and abdomen.

His eyes widened, his left leg kicked the ground violently, and he swept out with the help of his strength, drawing layers of afterimages in the air, and swept heavily on the previous figure.

"Bang!" There was a bang, and the figure flew out like a meteor, slamming heavily on the back figure, smashing the set of tables and chairs with a crack!

"Zheng!" a slight sound came out. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of three small flying knives reflecting a faint cold light, shooting towards his chest and abdomen, and in an instant, he was already in front of him.

"Ha!" Jin Wuzhi shouted, and the shadow of the treasure knife in his left hand flashed, ding, ding, and two flying knives flew away.

"Poof" There was another one that was too late to stop, swishing through the shadow of the knife and piercing deeply into his left arm.

He staggered back two steps, his left arm suddenly felt a sharp pain and weakness, and the treasure knife in his hand fell to the ground! He hurriedly lowered his head, bit the tail of the flying knife with his mouth, shook his head and pulled out the flying knife, and spit it aside!

"It's up to you to die this time!" Jin Sanbao walked out of the suite again, with a smug smile on his face, and said in a sinister manner.

"Hmph, don't you know!" Jin Wuzhi hung weakly at his side as if broken, and snorted coldly with a look of resentment on his face.

"Dead duck has a hard mouth! I'll take you down and concoct it well, and see if your mouth is still so hard!" Jin Sanbao's face turned cold, and he grabbed his claw with one hand and grabbed it towards Jin Wuzhi's left shoulder.

His hands were like the roots of an old tree, and the blood tendons were bursting out, and they were like the claws of a green dragon, and the blue light was bursting out, obviously with extremely deep claw skills! This grasp was enough to smash Jin Wuzhi's shoulder.

This grasp carried a sharp whistling sound, and instantly reached the shoulder, and the sharp strength blew the clothes tightly against the body, revealing the shape of the shoulder socket, and there were bursts of stinging pain on the skin.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred, Jin Wuzhi's left hand, which had been severely poisoned and hung down by his side and could not move, suddenly flipped over, and slapped Jin Sanbao's chest like lightning, and the hot internal qi scalded his hairs on end, causing a layer of goosebumps!

"I'm dying!"

Jin Sanbao couldn't dodge, so he could only watch this palm slap heavily on his chest!

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out of the air, and Jin Sanbao's whole person flew back upside down as if he had been hit by a train, smashing a big hole in the partition wall of the suite!

"You, why aren't you poisoned?"

Jin Sanbao's face was full of incredulity, his mouth was spurting blood, his face was pale and he was frozen to the ground, and there was a charred black palm print on his chest deeply embedded in it.

"Hmph, you're going to die, and you're still in the mood to care about this!"

Jin Wuzhi sneered, kicked out, and a severed table leg shot out like a missile, piercing Jin Sanbao's forehead with a poof!

Jin Sanbao died in horror with an unwilling face!

......

Jin Wuzhi looked around, except for Jin Sanbao's body on the ground, the other corpses were three of the five members of the family who had already died. The man was cut in half by the knife he entered, the woman and the older child were cut in two by him, and the twins were kicked and smashed by him and smashed the table and chair!

"Hmm!" he looked at the broken wreckage of the table and chair with a slight emotion.

The twins are gone!

Whew, quickly turned his head to observe, the room was unobstructed, and there was no trace of the twins.

"Humph!"

Jin Wuzhi picked up the treasure knife, came to the bar, and slashed at the statue of the mountain god placed on the bar.

"Wow!"

A strange scream came from the suite, the back of the neck was cold, and the skin was slightly tingling.

He withdrew his sword, and turned sharply, and a gray-faced child's face was close at hand, with dead eyes wide open, and a tongueless mouth wide open, and at some point it was full of sharp teeth, and it bit at his neck viciously.

"Hey!"

The treasure knife in Jin Wuzhi's hand slashed a mysterious trajectory from the bottom to the top, slammed it on the child's body, and slapped him back into the suite.

He didn't say a word, he turned around and stabbed it, bang! Another small figure was slashed in the air and smashed heavily into the corner!

"Bah!" Jin Wuzhi shouted, without saying a word, and slashed at the idol in front of him.

"Whoa!" the idol split in half from head to toe, and a stream of filthy blood slowly flowed out.

A green shadow flew out as fast as lightning, towards the child's corpse in the corner.

"Die!"

Jin Wuzhi's figure flashed, and his palms slapped fiercely against the green shadow like fire.

"Wow wow!"

The green shadow made a child's cry, and it was burned into a puff of black smoke by the scorching internal qi.

"Poof!" came the faint sound of a blister breaking.

In the corner, the child's corpse vanished, leaving a black thing in its place.

Looking around, it was much brighter, with the light of the fire shining in from outside.

Jin Wuzhi looked over and saw that what was left on the ground was a dry tongue! He turned around and walked into the suite, where Jin Sanbao's body was lying on the ground, blood flowing all over the ground. In one corner, there is also a dry tongue!

He turned and walked out of the door, the torches on the fence were blazing, the courtyard was restored to its dilapidated appearance, and the gate was reopened, and the city guards standing guard outside could be seen. They were standing meticulously, unaware of the fierce fight.

He felt as if something was missing from the courtyard, and when he looked closely, he found that all the blood stains on the ground and walls were gone, leaving only a faint layer of black ash.

Jin Wuzhi walked to the wall, grabbed a torch, turned around and threw it into the house, the flames slowly burned and spread, and soon, a raging flame ignited in the main house!

......

"Ahh

A scream suddenly came from a side room on the east side. It's the voice of the wind and the lotus!

Jin Wuzhi ran over in a few steps, kicked open the door and rushed in.

I saw Feng Qiuhe lying in the firewood pile screaming with horror on her face! Her hands and feet were tied behind her with ropes, and the two ropes were crossed and tied to her chest, strangling her full breasts higher and higher!

Above the stove next to him, a man hung upside down, dying with fear on his face. It was Jin Qiuming, his neck was deeply cut, and the blood flowed down and dripped into the pot, saving most of the pot!

A window in the back wall of the house was open, and the outer wall had collapsed, revealing the deep, dark alleys outside the courtyard.

Jin Wuzhi cut the rope with a knife and released the wind and autumn lotus.

Feng Qiuhe jumped up from the ground like a panicked deer and hid beside Jin Wuzhi, with a pair of beautiful eyes wide and frightened looking at Jin Qiuming, who died tragically.

"How are you tied up here?"

Seeing that she was undecided, Jin Wuzhi eased his tone and asked in a low voice.

Feng Qiuhe glanced at him, the expression on his face relaxed a lot, and he thought about it and replied: "I don't know either!" You let me go out, I walked a few steps and somehow arrived at the kitchen door, I saw that there was a person inside who seemed to be Jin Qiuming, so I walked in. Then, "

She paused for a moment, her face turned pale, and her eyes stared directly at Jin Qiuming's corpse, as if she had thought of something extremely terrifying.

"It's all right! You're safe!"

Jin Wuzhi stretched out his hand and gently pressed it on her shoulder, and he could feel that her delicate body trembled a little, and he increased his strength.

"Wow!" Feng Qiuhe threw himself into Jin Wuzhi's arms and cried.

Jin Wuzhi subconsciously wanted to retreat, hesitated for a moment and didn't move, and let her lie in her arms and cry bitterly!

After a long time, Feng Qiuhe vented his emotions, and then he made things clear intermittently.

When she entered the kitchen, she was grabbed by a masked man dressed in black and tied up with a rope. At this time, she found out that Jin Qiuming had been caught, his hands and feet were tied, and his mouth was stuffed with rags. Then, the black-clothed masked man hung Jin Qiuming on the roof beam and cut his neck with a knife, and she watched Jin Qiuming's blood run dry and she died.

Jin Wuzhi thought for a while, and then walked out of the courtyard with Feng Qiuhe.

After coming out, he looked at the four city guards and asked, "Where is your captain?"

The city guards looked at each other, and one of them boldly replied, "Didn't I go in with you?

"Tell you sir, this Cheng Jun is the murderer of this incident, he led people to ambush and kill Jin Qiuming, and then attacked me and Feng Qiuhe, the others were killed by me, only this Cheng Jun escaped!"

Jin Wuzhi said coldly.

"Yes, sir!" replied the city guard in a loud voice.

"Go to two people and carry Jin Qiuming's body in the kitchen to the barracks!"

After speaking, Jin Wuzhi left with Feng Qiuhe.