His sword.
Although it is not a famous sword, it is still a rare sword.
But when Wang Chong slashed it with his sword, it shattered into pieces.
Seeing this, Ge Mian immediately flew up, like a flying squirrel passing over Wang Chong's head. The moment he landed, he slapped Wang Chong on the back of his heart. The spiritual energy gathered in his palm, vibrating and roaring. When the palm fell, Wang Chong's internal organs were shaken. It will undoubtedly be broken.
But they saw that Wang Chong didn't dodge at all. He flipped his sword over in his hand and slashed towards Tong Baozhong's throat with a loud roar.
During this time, both sides only wanted to see who was faster.
Tong Baozhong's buttocks were numb with shock. He didn't expect that when he came to help Ge Mian, he would be the first to leave his life here.
The moment the knife passed.
Ge Mian's palm also hit Wang Chong on the back of the heart. The strong palm force directly pushed Wang Chong and hit Tong Baozhong hard. However, when Wang Chong put away the knife, it fell on Tong Baozhong's heart and penetrated into the ground.
Wang Chong spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face lost color, he turned over and drew the knife, leaving Tong Baozhong's dead body on the ground.
"How could you kill him?"
Ge Mian roared.
For example, Chen Jingxuan, a powerful swordsman and a master of the gods, did not kill Tong Baozhong.
"How could you kill him!"
Wang Chong was seriously injured at the moment. Ge Mian's palm shattered his internal organs, and he might die soon. But his face was still stern, he was really Shura. He straightened up again and pointed the knife directly at Ge Mian: "It's not just him, you will die too."
Ge Mian was born ugly and had physical defects.
During these fifty years of his life, only Tong Baozhong always respectfully called him senior brother.
He lay on Tong Baozhong's body, crying.
It was already ugly, but the crying made Wang Chong frown.
Just raise the knife and cut.
Ge Mian screamed strangely, and an astonishing aura emanated from his body.
Magical means.
It is not possible to perform it just by entering innateness.
For example, Tong Baozhong, who has been in the early stage of Xiantian for eighteen years, still cannot understand the mystery of the Xiantian realm.
Although Ge Mian is disabled and ugly, he specializes in martial arts and develops his own magical methods.
"No more King, if you kill my junior brother, I will tear you apart."
he growled, his voice high-pitched.
All the spiritual energy in the martial arts converged on his hands in an instant, forming a pair of huge claws, locking onto Wang Chong, his claws stretched out, and the ground in front of him was lifted up, even the body of Tong Baozhong. Tear into pieces in an instant.
People are not worthy of dancing with swords and lights, but they are filled with spiritual energy in Wang Chong's hands.
"Your inner strength has been exhausted and your spiritual energy consumption has bottomed out. How can you stop my sky-shattering hand?"
Wang Chong was determined to die.
"I could kill you with my life."
Wang Chong squeezed out the last bit of spiritual energy, and people were unworthy of being like an eagle crowing.
Cold-faced Shura.
What people remember is the Shura sword from back then.
Ever since Qi Baixing broke the Shura sword with the Jinghong Sword and left a sword mark on Wang Chong's face, the cold-faced Shura disappeared from the world.
In the past thirteen years, Wang Chong, besides making wine, has also been practicing swordsmanship.
In addition to protecting Li Xuansu, he also wants to fight Qi Baixing again.
But now, there is no chance.
"I gave you this knife, I really feel it's not worth it."
Wang Chong whispered and slowly took out the knife.
"People are not worthy: Shura no more."
Ge Mian must have seen something, so his anger and panic turned into indifference in a very short time.
In the end, the Sky-Tearing Hand only tore Tong Baozhong's body into pieces, and disappeared without a trace after Wang Chong's sword fell.
Ge Mian had been hunched over all his life. This time he finally stood up straight, but there was a knife mark centered on the center of his eyebrows, with a bloody line up and down, dividing his body.
No one deserves to be thrust into the ground at an angle.
This time Wang Chong really didn't have the energy to fight anymore.
The blood in his mouth couldn't stop overflowing, and his eyes began to become blurry. He tried his best to look back at Li Xuansu. Several martial arts masters had died under her sword.
Wang Chong fell heavily to the ground, and his weak breathing seemed to slowly send him to sleep.
Fierce fighting on the south bank.
Watching the fire from the other side of the north shore.
Yao Banxiao said: "If He Daorong dies, one-third of Qin Tianjian's mission will be completed."
Liao Nongyu said: "They are originally from Jianghu, but they have forgotten their identity. They think that because they have made contributions in the Battle of Dajing, they will be confident in the court."
Yao Banxiao said: "He Daorong has some tricks. I'm afraid he has smelled the crisis and guessed His Majesty's intentions. So he dragged Xu Changxuan to this Taohua Town and lured Gu Miaozai away first. If he had not died in this battle, he would probably have pushed him away. He took the position of Da Li's Imperial Master and stayed in his Zhenlai Temple."
Liao Nongyu looked at Gao Lin's figure from a distance and said: "Gao Lin will not let He Daorong go back alive. As long as Mu Qinghong comes back, everyone will show up."
Yao Banxiao chuckled and said: "That's right. The Ma family has only appeared in Banished Mountain until now. Several other masters have concealed their presence. You and I don't know where they are hiding. Maybe we are here to enjoy the scenery, and others are also watching us."
Peach Blossom Town has never been so lively.
Li Xuansu killed many people.
Unlike Gu Miaozai, she also has her own mysophobia and is not stained with blood when killing people.
At this moment, Li Xuansu's green shirt and skirt were splashed into dark red. She didn't know how many people she had killed. In her eyes, there are no masters. If anyone crosses her boundaries, she will kill anyone.
Liu Qiyuan tremblingly recorded the old people who died in front of him. In the past thirteen years, there had been no intrigues or intrigues. He could clearly remember everyone's voice, appearance, and smile, but at this moment, the names of their deaths were written in his hand.
Perhaps they are afraid that future generations will forget them.
There should always be some records left.
Liu Chongdao came slowly and killed everyone in the back mountain.
He did not look at his old father, but rushed towards the battlefield where Mei Fengluan was as soon as he appeared.
"Mei Niang, I'm here."
Mei Fengluan had already been hit by a sword on her shoulder, and she was really reluctant to face Ma Hongshou and the others.
"I thought I would never see you again before I died."
Liu Zhongdao had tenderness in his eyes and said, "They can't kill us yet."
He trailed off.
One step into innateness.
Liu Zhongdao, who had always been bohemian, also promised Qi Baixing that Wang could no longer act alone and kill Xiantian.
Liu Zhongdao can do the same.
Ma Hongshou snorted coldly: "Now that you have entered Xiantian, you will not be able to escape death. Since Wang Zi is dead, I will use your two lives as a memorial to my son."
Ordinary people can't see the battle here clearly at all. There are only the sounds of killing and the light and shadow of swords.
But in the distant mountains and forests, the battle was as fierce as clouds and rain.
"Qin Cao, today I, Jia Yu, will let you see how powerful I am."
Although it is an autumn night.
Tan Cao was sweating profusely.
"Hurry up and let the slave family see it! The slave family is going to die in your hands."
Jia Yu's figure seemed to have turned into an afterimage, and every shot made Tan Cao heartbroken.
She never thought that by practicing the method of harvesting the sun, she would one day meet a master in the field she was proficient in.
"Don't worry, Jia will definitely let you die."
These words were flirting in Tan Cao's ears at this moment. She wrapped her legs around Jia Yu's waist and shouted: "Kill me!"
Words are repeated.
Jia Yu was born in Miaogu Mountain.
With his Chongyuan realm poison, it is true that he cannot kill a normal innate warrior.
But if he wants to kill Tan Cao at this moment, he can still do it.
His gun was smeared with poison, which entered into Qin Cao's body from the weakest part. The poison did not move quickly and slowly eroded the warrior's martial arteries and meridians. By the time he was aware of it, even the gods could not save him. .
But similarly, Jia Yu will not survive because of this.
Since he prepared this poison, he has never thought of preparing an antidote.
He said that he had to use his life to repay Wang Chong's love and use Chongyuan to kill an innate. This love should be enough.
