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Suddenly, the elder screamed, and his head couldn't bear this kind of sound skill directly, and it exploded directly like a watermelon, and the blood splattered directly on the faces of the people around him, and even Lin Yan's face was splashed a lot.

Seeing this, all of them were as pale as the earth, and this first-class master killed him when he said it, and he just snorted coldly and died thoroughly.

Seeing this, Xin Shuangqing originally had some crooked intestines, but now he still trembled and handed a treasure box from his sleeve to Zhang Wuji. Xin Shuangqing's heart was full of remorse, he knew that this thing was a hot potato, and he wouldn't want it even if he died.

But at this moment, there was a scream and a commotion outside.

Then I saw ten figures rushing directly towards the inner room, looking at the speed, there were all some first-class masters, some first-class low-level, and some first-class intermediate, and they actually rushed in directly.

Zhang Wuji sneered secretly.

Ten first-class masters are not something that can be made up casually, even if they are a good first-class sect, they can't make up, but they are already about the same as the first-class masters in the Ming Sect.

These guys are going to destroy themselves in one go!

Zhang Wuji's infinite strength was surging in his body at this time, he appeared behind a black-clothed masked man in a flash, and punched out, Tai Chi was silent, as fast as a ghost.

"Bang!" The black-clothed man was alarmed, he wanted to dodge but couldn't do anything, his fist was already firmly imprinted on his vest, shooting straight out more than ten meters, falling into a courtyard silently, motionless.

Zhang Wuji stretched out his index finger with his other hand and lightly touched it.

"Poof!" With a soft sound, a black-clothed masked figure froze and was hit at an acupuncture point in the air.

Zhang Wuji suddenly appeared behind him, and Tai Chi pressed again.

"Bang!" the black-clad masked man flew out.

The aura from all directions surged in, and the Jiuyang Divine Skill flowed rapidly, quickly replenishing the internal force.

The fingers of Zhang Wuji's left hand struck another person.

It was a thin, black-clad masked man with a clear face under a black scarf, about fifty years old.

As soon as the finger came out, the masked man in black noticed that something was wrong, and he wanted to avoid it, but another finger had already attacked, silently, except for the night wind, which did not arouse his vigilance.

When the finger power reached his body, and the alarm was raised, the finger heart had already hit him.

It seems that the finger power of the breeze is coming slowly, and when it enters the body, it seems to have no power.

His heart suddenly shrank, as if a pair of scissors were cutting into his heart.

He tried his best to resist this scissor, and his internal strength desperately protected his heart from being cut.

"Bang!" his back ached slightly, and a cold aura instantly poured in.

His internal force was powerless in the face of this cold aura, and when it was about to devour him, this internal force suddenly turned, the cold turned into scorching heat, and his whole body seemed to be thrown into flames.

His eyes were dark, and he could never wake up again.

Zhang Wuji flicked his left hand, and a cold light shot at the black-clothed masked man five steps away on the opposite side.

The black-clothed masked man slapped out with a palm, wanting to slap away the stone that was smashed by Zhang Wuji.

"Whew!" the stone shot through his palm without hindrance.

The stone dodged through his palm and continued forward, shooting into his right chest, sending a puddle of blood out of his back.

Zhang Wuji shot another stone.

The black-clothed masked man wanted to move but couldn't, and all the strength in his body seemed to have been lost from the wound on his right chest, and he was weak, and when his movements slowed down, he could only watch the stones shoot into his heart.

He couldn't support it anymore and fell limply.

Zhang Wuji rose and fell, but in a few palms, he knocked down three black-clothed masked people.

Seeing these first-class masters being killed by Zhang Wuji like chickens, Lin Yan was extremely stunned.

Zhang Wuji's martial arts have stepped into the infinite power of the transformation realm, and even the power of picking up a stone has increased several times, even if it does not use much internal force, it is also amazing, and it is almost impossible to avoid it at close range, unless it is extremely light to have a chance to escape.

He sneered, and once again flashed behind a black-clad masked man.

The black-clothed masked man snapped and turned his head with a palm.

He had already prepared to guard against Zhang Wuji's move.

Zhang Wuji struck out with a palm.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, Zhang Wuji stood firmly on the roof of the inner room, and the black-clothed masked man took three steps back and smashed a few green tiles.

Zhang Wuji threw out a stone with his left hand.

"Drink!" A cold light suddenly flashed from the waist of the black-clothed masked man, and the horizontal knife blocked in front of him.

"Ding......" the stone hit the blade.

The long knife slammed into the chest of the black-clothed masked man, and his breath froze.

Another cold light shot through, piercing through his heart, and flying into the night sky with a puddle of blood.

"Let's go!" The other six black-clothed masked men saw that the situation was not good, and if they continued like this, they would definitely die!

"Hmph, dare to rob me of Zhang's things, are you not small!?" Zhang Wuji was obviously a little angry, could this group of people be able to leave if they wanted to?

The next moment, Zhang Wuji flashed and disappeared in front of everyone again, and then another first-class low-level master died, another one died after a few breaths, and another died a moment later. When the fourth first-class master died at his hands.

The other two black-clad masked men fled one east and one west.

They had the best light skills and escaped the fastest, and when Zhang Wuji killed four, they had already escaped a mile away and disappeared into the night.

Zhang Wuji's calm face disappeared, killing but extremely calm.

Suddenly appeared behind a person, a fist in his left hand, a palm in his right hand, these two forces are silent, only when the fist strength is close at hand, will the first-class master give birth to an alarm.

The black-clothed masked man moved a meter violently, his light skills were extremely high, his body was extremely fast, and he narrowly avoided the two strengths.

A layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on the back, it was too dangerous!

As soon as the heart of luck started, a cold light came to the eyes, and it was unavoidable.

He had seen what happened to his companions against stones, and he knew that he could not block them with the strength of his palms or his fists, but only dodged them.

In desperation, he once again desperately moved sideways, barely avoiding the vital point in his heart, and his left shoulder was pierced.

His figure froze.

A strange internal force poured into his body from the stone in an instant, and the internal force couldn't help but stagnate, and his figure stopped for a moment.

He fought hard for his fate, and when he was about to recover, he stopped again, and his heartbeat seemed to stop with it.

This is Tai Chi.

A smear of stones scratched in front of him, and the stones pierced through the heart without hindrance.

The timing of the stone shooting was extremely accurate, he stopped for a moment, and he almost recovered and dodged the stone, but the difference between life and death was the difference.

He fell to the ground with his back to the sky, glaring at Zhang Wuji unwillingly.