Jinyiwei's psychic case: the opening is Lingbo Weibu

Not only him, but all the factory guards who accompanied him followed suit!

'boom! '

"Eh..."

Under the influence of inertia, the warhorse, unable to stop suddenly, collided heavily with the suddenly flying coffin.

The next second, Wei Zhongxian's mount exploded.

Not only that, the black coffin did not stop its attack.

He swept away several ownerless horses with overwhelming force.

The horses, unable to dodge, were torn into pieces.

The broken limbs and arms were thrown heavily in all directions.

The scarlet blood dyed the official road red.

But with the rain, it gathers in the depression!

This hideous and bloody scene also shocked Wei Zhongxian, who was standing in front of the factory guards.

"Who?"

"How dare you resist our factory?"

"get out."

'boom! '

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Zhongxian kicked the black coffin that showed no sign of stopping.

'boom! ’

The collision of the two energies in the air caused the coffin, which could not bear the weight, to explode immediately!

In an instant...

The dozen or so human heads contained inside were also scattered on the ground.

When he saw these familiar faces, Wei Zhongxian, who was full of murderous intent in the previous second, suddenly broke down emotionally.

"Old man..."

"Second brother, third brother!"

'Wow! '

"It hurts me too!"

Wei Zhongxian, kneeling on the ground, held the heads of his loved ones and roared hysterically.

Qiu Ju and Zhang Yong, two of the remaining Eight Tigers of the East Factory, held knives and protected their own factory boss.

He roared with a ferocious face: "Who? Get the hell out here."

"We will tear you into pieces."

'Clap. '

The sound of footsteps, which was not too harsh, echoed in front of the factory guards.

At the corner, a tall black figure wearing a conical hat appeared in front of them.

"Mr. Wei, hurried home to attend the funeral..."

"I'm afraid you can't wait any longer. Bring all the heads so your family can be reunited."

"Also, you can...see them for the last time."

"Just tell me, am I kind or not?"

"Do you have to give me one?"

'Uh-huh. '

After hearing this, the hot-tempered Qiu Ju rushed forward with a knife.

"We're going to kill you first, you bastard."

"Go to hell."

Qiu Ju leaped several meters in one step, holding the knife in both hands and slashed at the black shadow.

'Whoosh.'

In the sight of the factory guards, the black shadow seemed to disappear in a few breaths, and intersected with the figure of their own leader Qiu Ju.

When he reappeared, he continued to stroll leisurely on the water, walking towards them step by step.

The difference is that the sword hanging at the waist was drawn out by one third.

'bass.'

The moment the knife was sheathed, the blood remaining on the blade overflowed onto the edge of the tightly fitted sheath.

Behind him, Qiu Ju, who was still in a chopping posture, widened his eyes and lowered his head in disbelief.

'Clap. '

The moment his sword fell to the ground, he subconsciously covered his neck.

But before he could finish the action, the tiny wound on his neck exploded instantly.

'Plop.'

He first knelt on his knees, and then lay down in the puddle, unable to bear the burden.

His body was constantly convulsing, and in the last moments of his life, he watched helplessly as the rain within his sight was dyed red by his own blood.

"Qiu Ju (Qiu Zhangshi)..."

Everything that happened in such a fast pace made Wei Zhongxian and the guards grief-stricken, and at the same time, they had a more intuitive understanding of the strength of the black shadow before them.

Qiu Ju, who had just comprehended the power of the celestial phenomena, was killed by his sword intent without even drawing his sword...

What is his strength?

"Jiangning Royal Manor, the Five Poison Sect's three envoys, plus Jinling's foremost swordsman, Jing Wuming, were all unable to stop me..."

"Duke Wei, you don't really think these little soldiers and generals can avenge you, do you?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Zhongxian, Zhang Yong and others, whose pupils were constantly dilating, froze in place for a moment.

They naturally knew who was targeted in the killing a few days ago.

"You, you are..."

'boom.'

'Clatter.'

As the black shadow said this, lightning flashed and thunder roared!

A flash of lightning reflected on his handsome, cold and ferocious face.

As the person who personally sent Wei Zhongxian and others to the imperial mausoleum, everyone in the East Factory has a portrait of him.