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Nothing but struggling.

"kill!"

With an angry shout, Qingcheng Sixiu took the lead and stabbed the indifferent Ji Wushang with his sword, and dozens of brothers behind him swarmed up.

Under the frost, the sword shadows are like flying, converging into a galaxy.

just

The figure in white flashed suddenly, like a ghost.

Hong Renxiong's one-armed sword is not as stable as his right arm. Once he sees a white shadow appearing, the sword in his hand has been lost, and then his eyes roll.

A very big head rose into the air, and blood spurted out like a spring.

"Junior Brother Hong!!"

Hou Renying was utterly grief-stricken, and he held his sword and chased after the white shadow, but the figure was like a ghost, like a dream, and the long sword in his hand turned into a silver snake, walking through the disciples and brothers.

In the blink of an eye, thirteen heads landed again, like killing chickens and dogs.

This group of Qingcheng disciples, the most elite ones have had their arms broken by Ji Wushang, and they have little strength left, and the remaining ones have a lot worse in martial arts. Facing Ji Wushang, they are like ants shaking elephants and moths. Putting out the fire, there is no life or death.

Some people are timid, and their steps are hesitant.

The blood that was initially aroused by Hou Renying gradually cooled down with the death of all the brothers and sisters, and the fear of being suppressed once again filled his heart.

So, start to step back.

With the beginning, as if the decision was mentioned, the courage in everyone's heart was lost wildly, two, three, five, all shrinking.

"you"

Seeing this scene, Hou Renying was in a hurry, trembling all over, furious.

A silver light flashed by.

Hou Renying stared at Qing Qing, her head was in the air, and she saw her upright body.

Ji Wushang didn't take a look and continued to harvest his life.

Seeing that the four major disciples of Qingcheng died, the remaining Qingcheng disciples lost their courage, and some people cried in despair, kneeling and begging for mercy.

Ji Wushang seemed to have never seen it, and he swung the long sword without hesitation.

There are a few more heads on the ground.

Desperately dying is death, begging for mercy is also death, they can only flee in a hurry.

It's just, how fast can they be faster than Ji Wushang?

Ji Wushang was like Shura in white, ruthlessly demanding his life.

A head fell to the ground, and in the eye sockets that could not be closed, the last thing I saw, except for the boy in white, there was no other apprentice brother standing.

Ji Wushang was not good at dodging, and his white clothes were eventually stained red, in exchange for more than 40 corpses on the ground.

The blood pooled in the back, reflecting the bright red moon, which was eerie and poignant.

Ji Wushang looked at Yu Canghai.

Seeing Ji Wu maiming and killing his own disciple, Yu Canghai seemed to be indifferent, watching the whole process indifferently, like a puppet.

"Yu Guanzhu, did you lose your mind?"

Ji Wushang chuckled lightly and walked leisurely in front of him.

The slender fingers lightly wiped the long sword, trying to erase the redness.

Unfortunately, it can't be wiped clean.

Yu Canghai stunned Ji Wushang, sighed heavily, and lost his long sword.

Then, unexpectedly, he knelt down in front of Ji Wushang and knocked his head down.

One click, another click, loud and powerful.

Ji Wushang just looked at it like this, eerily calm.

Unmoved.

I don't know how many times I knocked, Yu Canghai's forehead was covered in blood, and he heard him say: "Yu knows that there is no way out today, and he regrets that he shouldn't covet Fuwei Escort. Please Lin Shaobiao agree to Yu's request for the sake of not hurting your family."

His tone was trembling, and it seemed to be difficult to say.

After Yu Canghai said that, he continued to kowtow, louder and heavier.

Ji Wushang was silent.

After a long time, Yu Canghai's face was already bloody.

He's a ruthless person, Ji Wushang secretly sighed.

"Speak, see what you request."

Yu Canghai froze and raised his bloody face.

Gratitude in his eyes.