People write diaries in Zongwu, and the heroes collapse

"Where to go!"

Zhang Xuao thought Wu Wu was no match for him and immediately chased after him.

Seeing Zhang Xuao chasing after him, Wuqing suddenly stopped and flew out dozens of willow leaf flying knives, shooting at Zhang Xuao.

Zhang Xuao immediately opened his iron umbrella and made several clanging sounds, blocking Liuye's flying knife, but his body stagnated and fell to the ground.

Zhang Xuao was about to use Qinggong, but at this moment, Zhang Xuao felt that there was danger behind him.

He quickly tried to dodge, but it was too late. A long sword penetrated his body from his back.

"what!"

A shrill scream came from Zhang Xuao's throat.

Zhang Xuao turned around and saw Ji Yaohua.

It turned out that Ji Yaohua had been observing secretly. She did not take action. She waited until Zhang Xuao showed his flaw before giving Zhang Xuao a fatal blow.

"mean!"

Zhang Xuao's eyes widened, with a look of reluctance on his face. His majestic master warrior actually died in the hands of Ji Yaohua Yijie.

As soon as Ji Yaohua's long sword was sent away, the sword energy exploded in his body, shattering his internal organs. Even Daluo Jinxian could not save him.

Pfft!

Ji Yaohua drew out her long sword, and Zhang Xuao fell to the ground, following in Wu Shengdong's footsteps.

"Sneak attack from behind..."

The ruthless wheelchair fell to the ground, and he controlled the wheelchair to come to Zhang Xuao's side. He glanced at the sword wound piercing his chest, frowned, and looked a little dissatisfied.

"I'm helping you."

Ji Yaohua said with a smile.

"You shouldn't have killed him!"

Qing Wu said displeasedly.

Ji Yaohua laughed and said, "Why, I helped you, but I helped you wrongly?"

Qingqing said: "If I want to kill him, I could kill him just now. I want to exhaust his true energy and capture him alive. Only by capturing him can I find out the other thirteen murderers."

Wuqing was a little angry in her heart. These thirteen murderers were related to the massacre of her Sheng family. She had always wanted to capture one of them alive, but was ruined by Ji Yaohua.

Ji Yaohua rolled her eyes and said, "Even if you capture him alive, so what? These thirteen murderers don't know each other, so it's useless to capture this person."

Wuqing glared at Ji Yaohua and looked at the last person, Mr. Ximen.

Mr. Ximen was fighting Lengxue. The two of them were already in mid-air. They drew their swords so fast that the shadow of the sword could no longer be seen.

Both of them are masters of swordsmanship, and their swordsmanship is passed down from their families. It would be difficult to decide the winner in a short period of time.

The swordsmanship between the two is different. The soul-breaking swordsmanship passed down from Master Ximen's family is light and elegant. A sword strike is like running water in a mountain stream, light and unpredictable.

However, the soul-breaking sword technique moves with the wind and is unpredictable, and can kill people in an instant.

The cold-blooded Nameless Sword is unparalleled in its strength, its strikes are like lightning, like lightning in the night sky, and it can kill people in an instant.

Ding Ding! !

The two swords intersected in mid-air, making a crisp metallic collision sound.

The two collided several times and separated instantly.

Then, the two rushed towards each other.

Ding Ding Ding! ! !

bang bang bang! ! !

The figures of the two people moved quickly, and each thrust of their swords hit each other's vital points.

Young Master Ximen drew his sword with a swipe, like a violent storm attacking Lengxue quickly.

The cold-blooded Nameless Sword was as flexible as a snake, blocking Mr. Ximen's attacks one by one.

The figures of the two people intertwined with each other so quickly that it was dizzying.

boom!

The two collided violently again, and their bodies staggered and separated.

The two looked at each other, refusing to give in to each other.

Tie Shou and Qing Qing did not take action again, but looked at Leng Xue and Mr. Ximen.

"Should we help?"

Tie Shou asked Qing Wu.

Wuqing shook his head and said, "No need! Cold-blooded can handle it!"

"Master Ximen, those two people are already dead, you'd better just go ahead and capture them!"

Lengxue sneered and said.

Although Mr. Ximen had been fighting Lengxue, he also noticed the situation in the field. Wu Shengdong and Zhang Xuao died one after another, which made Mr. Ximen feel confused.

If it had been someone else, if his mind was confused and flaws would have appeared, he would have been close to death.

In a duel between masters, the outcome is often decided in an instant.

Mr. Ximen knew this very well. Leng-blood was messing with his mood, but he was not fooled. He sneered: "Leng-blood, for a swordsman, if he can die in the hands of another top swordsman, that is him. An incredible honor.”

"Today, if you can defeat me, I will be willing to die by your sword!"

Lengxue said: "What a pity! As the head of the Ximen family, you turned out to be one of the Thirteen murderers and became someone else's lackey!"

Mr. Ximen laughed and said: "Birds die for food, and people die for money! If you can really defeat me, I will tell you everything you want to know."

With a cold-blooded look on his face, he suppressed the murderous intention in his heart and killed Mr. Ximen. Then all clues about the remaining thirteen murderers would be cut off.

This is not what he wants to see.

At this moment, Master Ximen was the first to take action.

"Howling for nine days!"

Young Master Ximen let out a long roar, his figure was like lightning, and his sword light flashed, as if countless galaxies were pouring down from the nine heavens. The sword energy cut through the space and fell towards Lengxue with great force.

Lengxue said nothing, jumped up, swung the long sword in his hand, and a sword energy shot out, hitting him like a storm.

"boom!"

The two sword energies collided violently in mid-air, and the terrifying air waves spread out in all directions like landslides and earth cracks. Many buildings of the Murong Family were directly destroyed by the impact of this air wave.

After the smoke and dust dispersed, the two bodies appeared in front of everyone.

Mr. Ximen was in a bit of a mess, a large piece of his clothes was cut off by the sword energy, while Lengxue had a section of his hair broken off.

There is still an aura of excitement in the space. The final showdown between the two just now was like the collision of stars. In the end, Cold-blooded was slightly better.

Mr. Ximen glanced at the long sword in his hand. At this time, the long sword had been broken into two pieces. If he hadn't blocked it with the long sword at the last critical moment, the sword energy would have fallen on him just now.

Mr. Ximen looked indifferent, glanced at Lengxue, and said, "I lost!"

"I keep my promise. If you want to know about the thirteen murderers, just go find Sun Bugong!"

"Tou Xingsun Sunsun disrespectful——"

Lengxue's expression changed. He naturally knew about Sun Bugong. He was a dwarf with extremely small bones. He was good at earth escape and his whereabouts were mysterious. He was also a master master.

Lengxue was not afraid of Sun Bugong. No matter how high his martial arts skills were, the four of them could arrest him. What really made them afraid was Sun Bugong's master Jiuyou Shenjun.

Jiuyou Shenjun has many names. People who are familiar with him call him Jiuyou Shenjun, and those who are afraid of him call him Jiuyou Old Monster, Jiuyou Old Ghost, and Jiuyou Old Demon.

However, more people still call him Jiuyou Divine Lord of Changshan to show their respect.