I heard the man in white at this time say, "Since you already know, then suffer death! Today all but the slaves will die!"

The man in white exuded a strong murderous aura all over his body, this murderous aura seemed to envelop the whole world, Xiong Qiang only felt like he was pressed on a boulder in his heart, so that he almost felt breathless, and the entire backyard seemed to have become extremely sparse and murderous.

A breeze blew, and the wind chimes on the eaves of the backyard rang, and the crisp bells sounded like a soul-humming life, "tinkling" and ringing so urgently.

At the moment when the bell rang, the man in white, Xiaoyaozi, also moved, this movement seemed to be a spiritual snake attacking, ethereal and handsome, as fast as lightning, and his sword was no longer visible at all, as if it had turned into a white light, and it was also like a fleeting lightning.

He was like a ghost, appearing in those family groups, only to see blood flashes, only to hear a terrible scream.

The blood beads carried out by the sword light emitted a crystal light in the sun, like blood-red agate, and when they fell, they were frantically absorbed into the hungry and thirsty dust, leaving nothing but a hint of dark red to the yellow earth.

This is a very visually impactful scene, watching one figure after another fall, the eyes that are not blind to death, and the body that is not dying, lying on the ground and constantly twitching, Xiong Qiang's heart does not have the slightest fear, but is extremely excited, fear is nothing for him, is there anything more terrifying than his closest and most beloved person, who died tragically under his nose after suffering humiliation?

Looking at this man named Xiaoyaozi, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, killing those Zhuang Ding in seconds, his heart was inexplicably excited, and he felt that Xiaoyaozi was his future self. In the future, he will also kill those who should be killed, just like the man in front of him.

More than 20 Zhuang Ding, in the blink of an eye, all died under the sword of Xiaoyaozi, this can be called a messenger of hell, on the white robe, there is also bloodstained, but this blood is not his, but his enemy.

Xiaoyaozi carried the long sword with the tip of the sword still dripping blood, looked at Wang Yuanwai coldly, and said, "Ding Wanqi, now it's your turn, show your oolong thick back knife!"

Wang Yuanwai sneered, looking at the backyard where the corpses were strewn all over the field, a sad smile welled up at the corner of his mouth, these family members were all subordinates who followed him in the past to rob homes and houses, kill people and set fires, without them, he would not have the wealth he has now, without them, he would not be able to achieve the third place in the list of black hands。

Perhaps, this is the restoration of Skynet, negligent but not leaky!

He sighed slightly and said, "Your sword is fast!"

Xiaoyaozi clasped his middle finger with his thumb and flicked the sword body gently, and the sword body made a slight buzzing sound, and the blood beads on it were also under the vibration, converging into a small blood stream, dripping along the tip of the sword. said: "It's nothing, I can be a little faster, this last quick sword is reserved for you." ”

Wang Yuanwai's face became gloomy, and a big knife with a thick back and a pitch-black blade was already firmly held in his hand, and said, "Then let me use this 'oolong empowerment' to see your fast sword."

When Wang Yuanwai showed his sword, Xiaoyaozi had already taken out the sword, and he only sent out one sword, and he couldn't distinguish the virtual and real sword, and this sword seemed to be transformed into three swords in an instant. Ding Wanqi only saw three sword tips that were not very real, and attacked his upper, middle and lower three ways.

Three stabs in an instant, it can be imagined that Xiaoyaozi's sword has reached a certain point, these three stabs are like three bright stars, shooting towards Ding Wanqi.

"I'm not ready, you actually took out the sword!" Ding Wanqi cried bitterly, he thought that Xiaoyaozi would let him strike first, but he didn't expect that this cunning Xiaoyaozi only launched a thunderous blow when he showed his sword.

In the eyes of the killer, killing is not a competition between the rivers and lakes, two opponents fight each other, and then say a word of advice, which can be regarded as the real beginning. The killer has only one purpose, to kill the other party under his own sword, and he can kill the other party by any means.

Ding Wanqi, who lost the opportunity, was almost embarrassed and forced to raise his thick-backed broadsword, and his intuition told him that Xiaoyaozi's real stab must be in his chest.

When the crisp voice sounded, Ding Wanqi was secretly happy in his heart, he knew that he had guessed correctly, he was ready to slash out a sharp sword, and slash out his famous stunt - oolong empowerment. He thinks he can compete with Xiaoyaozi's only sword.

But he was shocked to find that the Xiaoyaozi sword had been sheathed at this time. There can only be one reason why the killer's sword is in the sheath, and that is that the other party has fallen.

Ding Wanqi was terrified, he suddenly felt blood dripping down his throat, and faintly, there was a heart-rending pain, and then the crimson blood dripped on the black blade of his chest like a bead of broken thread. He felt that his breathing was extremely difficult.

Impossible! Frightened, he wanted to say these three words, but he couldn't say them, the voice was so hoarse that he could hardly hear it, and his pupils were also dilated at this time, looking at the white figure standing in front of him, his heart swelled with horror.

How could his sword be so fast, fast enough to stab three swords in an instant, and the swords were all real moves.

Because of the continuous impact of blood on the carotid artery, a huge hole was finally opened, and the blood gushed out like a torrent of open gates, and Ding Wanqi's body staggered back two steps, and then fell heavily on his back.

The wind chimes at the corner of the eaves made a tinkling sound under the breeze, Xiong Qiang also suddenly came back from his distraction, just now he had been staring at the scene in front of him, but until now he has not figured out how the man in white came out of the sword, he obviously heard the crisp sound of the tip of the sword hitting the knife surface, how could the sword cut the carotid artery outside the king?

This sword is amazing!

Xiaoyaozi raised his head, looked up at the fiery sun in the sky, and exhaled softly. At this moment, Xiaoyaozi also felt extremely relaxed.

Xiong Qiang looked at this existence that was almost as powerful as a god in his mental goal, and the blood in his heart was also surging. Although he killed Yan Chun, Bai Lan's revenge could be regarded as revenge, but he still had to continue to live. During the years he was a slave in Jiudao Villa, he deeply felt how worthless the fate of slaves was in the eyes of those upper classes, and the lives of slaves were not even as good as the lives of cattle and horses.

The shameful "eight" on his chest is the best proof of this. The only way to remove this mark of shame is to be like the person in front of you, who can not only control your own destiny, but also control the destiny of others. Although he didn't have this kind of tyrannical ambition to control the lives of others, he wanted the kind of power that could protect the people he wanted to protect, Bai Lan's death brought him too much impact, and he urgently needed this powerful power now.

At this time, the twelve slaves were all shrunk at the foot of the wall and trembled, Xiaoyaozi looked like a murderous demon in their eyes, after all, there were more than 30 people in the palace, and there was not even a single gasp left. Looking at this palpitating man walking towards them, their eyes were full of deep fear, and the body squatting on the ground kept retreating, and no one dared to look directly at the man in front of them with their eyes.

Xiong Qiang looked at this scene, and was also a little worried, although the man had said that he would not kill these slaves, but who would know if he would change his hexagram? After all, this man's body is too murderous. Xiong Qiang struggled to his feet, and then dragged his heavy shackles and footcuffs towards the slaves, saying as he went, "Let them go! They are just a group of poor people whose fate is in the hands of others." ”

Xiaoyaozi looked back at the young man in front of him curiously, and was very curious: Aren't you a poor person yourself? Why don't you include yourself in the ranks of "them"? He smiled faintly, walked among the slaves, and then raised the sword in his hand, only to hear a clanging sound, sparks flew everywhere, and all the shackles and shackles on these slaves were broken.

He looked at the group of slaves and said, "From now on, you are free, you are no longer slaves!"