Jing Zhou used his backhand sword to strike at the person who had hurt him.
The force was so strong that it cut off the man's head.
Blood spurted out from his neck and splashed all over Jingzhou.
After a while, the white clothes like snow were stained with blood.
"Hahaha", Jingzhou was killing with great pleasure at this time, his eyes were red, the murderous intention in his heart was rising, and he didn't feel the pain in his shoulders. He laughed loudly and let out the emotions that had been accumulated in his chest for a long time.
If anyone is familiar with Jingzhou, he will definitely find that he seems to have changed greatly at this time, as if he is possessed by a demon.
Fighting for the chance to receive Lu Bai's palm, he summoned up his inner strength with his right hand and made a sharp charge. The green light on Jingzhou's long sword flashed and it immediately pierced Dingyi's chest.
After a while, after the Qingcheng sect and the Hengshan sect, the two old Taoists of the Taishan sect opened their eyes wide and died unwillingly under Jingzhou's sword.
"Haha, have fun, have fun, a man should carry a three-foot sword and kill those who are unhappy in his heart."
He killed two more people in a row and opened a new hole in his back.
Jingzhou can no longer count how many people he has killed.
He was now covered in blood, both his own and others', dripping down the sword in his hand, as if he had just been fished out of a pool of blood.
The entire yard was filled with the smell of blood, and blood pooled in slightly low-lying areas on the ground.
The yard was littered with corpses, with a few still alive, spitting blood from their mouths and struggling to breathe the last few breaths of air.
At this time, although Jingzhou was covered in wounds and blood was constantly flowing out, everyone in the courtyard was frightened by him and did not dare to step forward. The courtyard that was originally packed with people was now mostly empty.
"Gudu!"
I don't know who swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and it fell in everyone's ears. It was clearly audible like a needle dropping to the ground.
Although Jing Zhou seemed to be exhausted, many people still stepped back.
They originally thought that it would be easy for so many people to kill Jingzhou, but they did not expect that now several leaders of the big sect alone have died, not to mention those from smaller sects.
If he keeps fighting, he might even fall here.
Lu Bai and Yue Buqun, one knew from the beginning that Jingzhou's swordsmanship was powerful and carefully avoided it, while the other just wanted to make a fuss and did not work hard. At this time, the respectable people present were... They were both uninjured.
Liu Zhengfeng was not a pedantic person. Seeing that the Chongshan sect had bad intentions, he immediately dismissed a group of disciples while everyone was fighting, and took his wife and children into the backyard.
Lu Bai was getting more and more frightened now. Although Jingzhou was covered in blood, like a hungry ghost crawling out of hell, half of the people in the yard had died under his sword.
Looking around, there was no other Songshan man in yellow except him in the whole yard.
Suppressing the fear in his heart, Lu Bai shouted loudly: "Don't be afraid, everyone. How much internal strength does the little thief have left? His sword has slowed down a lot. Let's all come together and let him die here today." "
"That's right, let's all come together. Whoever kills this evil cult monster will get the evil-fighting sword manual!"
"Get the sword manual to ward off evil spirits, practice it for three to five years, and then you can dominate the martial arts world. Even if you trade your life, it's worth it!"
As soon as they heard the sword manual to ward off evil spirits, some people immediately expelled their fear. Who doesn’t want the sword manual to ward off evil spirits?
Just by looking at the blood-stained sword in the hands of the Master to ward off evil spirits, one can understand the power of this evil-fighting sword manual.
If they get this evil-proof sword manual, their martial arts will definitely improve by leaps and bounds.
As for whether they could kill the person in front of them, it was not within their scope of consideration.
After all, who doesn't feel that they are a little lucky and have hope of grabbing the evil-dispelling sword manual?
People, in this kind of situation, will believe in the eventuality.
"Kill!" Lu Bai took the lead and stamped his palms towards Jingzhou's chest.
Others can paddle, but he and Jingzhou have old and new grudges, and it is absolutely impossible for Jingzhou to let him go.
The only way to survive is to kill the person in front of you.
Now Jingzhou is red-eyed and has no feeling for the wounds on his body. He just wants to kill everyone in front of him!
Seeing Lu Bai taking the initiative to rush towards him, Jing Zhou was not afraid at all and raised his sword to stab forward.
Even though there were several people between the two of them, Jing Zhou used his physical skills to the extreme and "swished" with a few swords to solve the obstacles in front of him. The blood-stained long sword collided with Lu Bai's fleshy palms.
"Hahahaha, you have really bottomed out. Today, Hengyang City will be your burial place!"
When Lu Bai saw Jing Zhou's long sword being caught in his fleshy palm, he couldn't help but look ferocious and laugh wildly.
He was calculating mentally but not intentionally, and he felt that he was now more certain of killing Jing Zhou today.
"Even 10% of my inner strength is enough to kill you!"
Regarding Jingzhou's words, Lu Bai felt that he was a duck on the verge of death and had a harsh mouth.
Immediately, he waved out seven or eight more palms, and the palm shadows filled the sky covering Jingzhou.
"Bang bang bang" there was a sound of swords and palms clashing, and the two of them exchanged a few more moves in the blink of an eye.
"go to hell!"
Jingzhou showed a flaw at this time and was slapped on the chest by Lu Bai. There was a "click" and the sound of the sternum breaking.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, endured the pain, traded his wounds for a sword, and pierced Lu Bai's heart.
"ah!!!!"
Before Jingzhou could rest for a moment after killing Lu Bai, he felt something bite him on the back of his neck. The severe pain made him cry out.
He grabbed back with his left hand and threw the thing he took from his neck out. Only then did Jingzhou see clearly that it was a large, colorful scorpion with a drop of blood on its tail.
He didn't know whether it was due to excessive blood loss or the influence of scorpion poison. Kneeling on one knee and holding a long sword in his right hand, Jing Zhou felt that his chest was tight, his brain was swollen, and his eyes were blurred.
After countless calculations, I didn't expect that only Qu Feiyan was missed in the final calculation.
I didn’t expect that I could actually be soft-hearted!
The severe pain made him conscious, and a wry smile flashed at the corner of Jingzhou's mouth.
Maybe he will die here today. He is not Linghu Chong, not Duan Yu, and he is not the protagonist.
If the sword hurts him, he will bleed. If he bleeds too much, he will become weak. If he is not careful, he will be killed.
While he can still pick up the sword, he wants to kill a few more, live as a hero, and die as a ghost!
Moreover, Jingzhou also knew that even if he begged for mercy and wanted to survive, it would be nothing more than a dream.
When the people around him saw that he was poisoned, they did not go up to force him. Instead, they stood quietly, waiting for him to die from the poison. Anyway, the death of the evil master is a foregone conclusion in front of them. They can endure the loneliness and practice for ten or twenty years, and now it doesn't matter if they wait a moment longer.
Yue Buqun tore off a piece of clothing and wrapped it around his left arm.
When he was paddling, he deliberately let Jing Zhou stab him. In this way, even if everyone here died today, he would still have something to explain. His sword was worth it for the entire Songshan sect.
This time, many people from the Songshan sect came, including a few Taibao. Now, they are all dead.
Yue Buqun felt that this time, even if the Songshan sect had a great family and a great business, their vitality would be severely damaged. Thinking of this, he felt very good.
Jing Zhou knelt on the spot, feeling that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and his hands were getting weaker and weaker.
At this time, he thought of Ren Yingying, Lingyu, and the little girl named Bi'er.
