Red blood flowed all over the ground, and eleven human heads rolled down the hillside.
This scene is a bloody horror.
When have ordinary people at the foot of the mountain ever seen such a scene? The timid women and children turned pale and cried.
Su Zefeng, Jiang Hezhu, Murong Yunxi and other people also trembled.
It was Yuan Yourong, Song Dongxi, and Murong Lei who were kneeling on the ground, forcing themselves to raise their heads, dazed and dazed. Do you want to kill this little thief?
Xin Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, his breath trembling slightly.
These dead people have been replaced and are no longer included in the sacrifice, but he is still a little worried.
He is not a murderous person, nor is he a ruthless and vicious person. In fact, he is very sunny at heart and yearns for a plain and beautiful life.
If given the choice, he would rather laugh, have fun, drink wine and brag with everyone.
But the premise is that you can’t be pushed into a hurry!
If he hadn't happened to share and fuse the hidden weapon skills just now, even if he ran away, he could barely escape, and Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang would definitely die.
The fact that things have developed to this point has nothing to do with any intelligence or means. It is just a little bandit's counterattack. It is nothing more than life and death. Before leaving, I have to disgust you.
Of course, his confidence comes from the warriors from the four major families. Judging from the blood energy, the highest level is no more than the sixth level, and there is no possibility of killing him with one blow.
At this time, the crowds all over the mountains and plains calmed down again after a brief period of panic.
Xin Zhuo glanced at the bottom of the mountain again, thinking that he was relieved and it was time to leave. He would collapse if he stayed any longer, so he stepped back step by step: "Get out!"
"Xin Zhuo!"
At this moment, a figure suddenly walked towards the top of the mountain. It was a middle-aged man in gray clothes, with a white face and no beard.
His waist was a little bent, and there was a hint of determination and inexplicable sadness on his face, like a farm man who was anxious about food and clothing for his family.
But his momentum increased step by step, and his calloused hands grasped the broken hilt of the scabbard beside his waist:
"I know you want to leave, but you have committed a crime of murder, how can you just leave? You can kill the four juniors around you if you want. I need to use my sword to bury you with them. You ...I can’t get away!”
"Second-sixth grade, ascetic sword!" Shangguan Fan Qing in the corner at the foot of the mountain focused his eyes with a strange look.
Sun Damu asked in surprise: "What is the Ascetic Sword?"
Shangguan Fan Qing said: "He has no wife, no children and is ruthless. He travels thousands of miles in his life and only practices that sword technique. He is the sword and the sword is him. This kind of person is a pure swordsman. He is stubborn to death. He will not provoke anyone unless he has to. How wonderful!"
"It's my cousin Murong Yi, the sixth grade, not the highest level, but he is the best swordsman in Fufeng!"
Murong Xiu's expression on the mountain changed drastically, and he whispered to Xin Zhuo, then looked at the middle-aged man who was going up the mountain, "Third uncle, no! Let us go!"
Murong Yi ignored it. At this time, his aura had reached a certain extreme. His sharp pupils were as sharp as Xin Zhuo's, as if Xin Zhuo was the only one existing in the world!
Xin Zhuo also stared at this person carefully and waved to Cui Ying'er and others to leave first. He knew that even if he ran away immediately, he would still be struck by this man's sword.
Although the sword could not be a hidden weapon, it was as if it was locked and unable to escape.
Moreover, this man's ideas were too simple and not false at all. Even with Murong Lei, they couldn't blackmail him. Even if they killed them all, he would still have to use his sword.
Cui Ying'er and Murong Xiu were obedient and retreated in a hurry.
Xin Zhuo also took a few steps back again.
"Jing Ling——"
A harsh sword chant pierced the sky. Murong Yi had already drawn out his sword. The sword was three feet and three inches long. The corners had become a bit blunt due to years of sword wielding and polishing, but no one dared to underestimate its sharpness. .
"I have traveled thousands of miles, and my sword skills are like hurricanes. Please give me a try!"
He read a sentence that seemed to be understood only by himself, but it was neither sharp nor conventional.
After saying this, the man jumped into the air and swung a sword with mysterious power. The dazzling sword light was shaped like a river, and a foot-long sword shadow followed the blade.
Cut it down hard.
The surrounding grass and trees seemed to be pulled by some kind of momentum, and they all bent down.
"this……"
"What a pure sword move!"
A group of young masters, Shangguan Fan Qing and others in Jiang Hezhu at the foot of the mountain swallowed hard.
Murong Yunxi and other young masters, including Su Zefeng, had admiring looks on their faces, and they all seemed to know this Murong Yi.
Murong Lei and the others raised their necks and subconsciously moved to one side because they were no longer restrained by the bandits.
Everyone, without exception, has a question in their mind. Xin Zhuo has some abilities, but it was said that he was only at the seventh level a few days ago, so how should he succeed?
Xin Zhuo didn't have many ideas. He just felt that if he didn't take the sword, he might not be able to escape. Even Cui Ying'er and the others who had just taken a few steps behind them might not be able to escape.
So, no longer hesitating or retreating, he folded the gilt gun in his hand, made a "crunching" sound, and suddenly changed into a length of one foot. Holding the gun in his right hand, he used Lingbo Ladder and Cloud Movement. The man was already in mid-air, waving the long gun. , thrust out with one shot.
[The destructive tyrant’s dog roaring invisible magic gun technique. 】
The cold iron gun head and gilt gun handle exude an extremely sharp light in the sunlight.
A bit of cold light arrived first, and then the gun came out like a dragon.
A long howling sound like a dog pierced the sky, which was breathtaking.
Like the flames of hell, a black ink-like true energy emerged from the body and manifested as a spear shadow, suddenly appearing three feet above the head, like the afterimage of the spear.
A domineering, bloodthirsty, vicious, and strange aura rushed in all directions.
This momentum even surpassed Murong Yi's sword power!
This is the characteristic of the realm above the seventh level. The true energy leaves the body and the weapon manifests, which is much better than carrying a group of small buffs.
"this……"
Countless people at the foot of the mountain were looking forward to Murong Yi's sword just now, but now they are in awe of Xin Zhuo's spear.
Countless eyes followed the two figures in mid-air, not even daring to blink.
"when!"
The bright and awe-inspiring sword shadow suddenly collided with the bloodthirsty and manic gun shadow.
Strong concussions resounded in all directions, and cold waves of true energy rippled out.
Murong Lei and the group of people who were closest could not help but tighten their skins and panic in their hearts.
"boom--"
The shadows of swords and spears disappeared.
Subsequently,
All that's left is the difficult and simple collision between the tip of the spear and the tip of the sword.
"squeak!"
After the harsh and slight impact, the sword blade, which had been polished over the years, was overwhelmed and bent a lot.
Then, with a sharp flick,
The two figures separated.
Xin Zhuo fell to the ground, "dong dong dong" and took five steps back before stopping on a spear pillar. While his long hair was flying, his energy and blood surged endlessly.
Looking at Murong Yi again, the sword had been thrown away, and the man was flying backwards. Then he made an arc and fell heavily to the foot of the mountain. His footsteps were still steady, but he took seven steps back in a row, and he stood up in gray clothes without the wind. Kankan stopped.
There is a line of deep footprints in the dry leaf mountainous area ahead.
Then, he raised his hand to catch the fallen sword, put it into its sheath, remained silent for three breaths, looked directly at Xin Zhuo and said: "The sword has been drawn, and my mission is completed."
Turn around and leave.
From beginning to end, he was neither sad nor happy. He came calmly and returned calmly. He didn't seem to care about the outcome.
Most of the people on the mountain and down the mountain were in a daze.
It’s hard to tell whether this battle was exciting or not, but what’s certain is that Murong Yi didn’t win!
Murong Lei and Yuan Yourong sat together in a daze. They were extremely surprised. When did Xin Zhuo reach the seventh level? ? Changed your shooting skills?
Cui Ying'er's group of people who were escaping also stopped and looked back blankly.
Su Zefeng, who had always hated Xin Zhuo to the core, rubbed his hands hard, and something beautiful in his heart was broken. Murong Yi had always been his life direction and idol.
At least at this moment, the charisma of the thief king Xin Zhuo fighting the Ascetic Sword is engraved in many people's hearts and will never be forgotten.
"Young, young hall master, who, who won?" Haitang girl looked at her young hall master in surprise and couldn't help but ask again.
The meaning in Shangguan Fan Qing's eyes was unclear: "On the surface, neither lose nor lose. Xin Zhuo lags behind the level, there is a gap, it is considered a defeat. Murong Yi cannot understand Xin Zhuo's terrifying marksmanship. Just for a moment, the two of them After changing thirteen ways in a row, he only blocked eight of Xin Zhuo's ways. He didn't know how to block the other five. He relied on sword-shaped strikes. He suffered a big loss. His true energy was disordered and he suffered internal injuries. He was defeated by one move and was at a disadvantage. !”
Haitang asked doubtfully: "If the two sides cancel each other out, wouldn't Murong Yi lose half of his move?"
Shangguan Fan Qing opened the folding fan: "That's not how martial arts works. In a real life-and-death fight, neither of them can kill the other. If Murong Yi understands Xin Zhuo's marksmanship, he will definitely gain the upper hand and even injure Xin Zhuo. But. If Xin Zhuo breaks through to the sixth level, maybe we can kill him!"
He said and put away his fan fiercely: "Damn it! Isn't Xin Zhuo a seventh-level person who uses a knife? When did he switch to a gun, a seventh-level person? Entering the country so fast? It's just... knowing the truth and using the Yu to make up for it."
"Xin Zhuo!"
The members of the four families in front were not intimidated by Murong Yi's setback at this time, nor were they willing to compromise. The four old men stepped forward in unison, their bodies tense and their aura impressive. They were all of the sixth grade.
For a moment, strong fluctuations of true energy caused the surrounding people to subconsciously stay away.
Pull him down, Xin Zhuo finally calmed down and ran away.
At this moment, a soft and polite voice came from the distance: "Xin Zhuo, please take the Qiugong Pavilion copybook!"
