Wandering the Immortals and Martial Heavens

Jing Zhou backhanded his sword and slashed at the person who cut him.

The force was so great that it directly cut off the man's head.

Blood spurted out from his neck, splashing Jing Zhou all over.

After a while, Ruxue's white clothes were covered with blood.

"Hahaha", Jing Zhou was killing happily at this time, his eyes were red, his heart was full of murderous intent, and he didn't feel any pain in his shoulders, so he let out a loud laugh, venting out the emotions that had been accumulated in his chest for a long time.

Anyone who is familiar with Jing Zhou will definitely find that his appearance has changed a lot at this time, as if he has been possessed by a demon.

Fighting for the opportunity to receive Lu Bai's palm, his right hand summoned up his inner strength, and with a sharp charge, Jingzhou's long sword pierced Dingyi's chest with a gleaming blue light.

After a while, after the Qingcheng School and the Hengshan School, the two old Taoists of the Taishan School opened their eyes again, unwilling to die under Jing Zhou's sword.

"Haha, happy and happy, a man should hold a three-foot sword and kill all those who are not fair."

He killed two more people in a row, and created a new hole in his back.

Jing Zhou can no longer count how many people he killed.

He was covered in blood right now, some of his own and others', dripping down the sword in his hand, as if he had just been fished out of a pool of blood.

The whole yard was filled with the smell of blood, and blood had accumulated in slightly low-lying places on the ground.

There were corpses strewn all over the yard, and there were still a few who hadn't died, spitting blood from their mouths, struggling to breathe the last few breaths of air.

At this time, even though Jing Zhou was covered in gashs and blood was continuously flowing out, everyone in the courtyard was frightened by him and dared not go forward.The courtyard that had been crowded with people was now more than half empty.

"Gudu!"

I don't know who swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and it landed in the ears of everyone, like a needle falling on the ground, which was clearly audible.

Although Jing Zhou seemed exhausted, many people still retreated.

These people originally thought it would be easy for so many people to kill Jing Zhou, but they didn't expect that several of the leaders of the big sect died now, not to mention those of the small sect.

If you keep fighting, maybe you will fall here too.

Lu Bai and Yue Buqun, one knew from the beginning that Jingzhou's swordsmanship was powerful, and carefully avoided it, while the other had the intention of playing soy sauce from the beginning, and did not work hard. They were unhurt.

Liu Zhengfeng is not a pedantic person either. Seeing that the Chongshan School had bad intentions, he immediately took advantage of the chaos and dismissed a group of disciples, and took his wife and children to hide in the backyard.

Lu Bai was getting more and more frightened now, even though Jing Zhou was covered in blood, like a hungry ghost crawling out of hell, but now, half of the people in the courtyard died under his sword.

Looking around, there was no other Chongshan man in yellow clothes except him in the whole yard at this time.

Suppressing the fear in his heart, Lu Bai shouted loudly: "Everyone, don't be afraid, how much internal energy does that little thief have left? His sword has slowed down a lot. Let's fight together, and let him die here today. "

"That's right, let's go up together, and whoever kills this demon cultist will have the Evil Resisting Sword Manual!"

"Once you get the evil sword manual and practice for three to five years, you will be able to dominate the martial arts world. Even if you sacrifice your life, it's worth it!"

As soon as they heard the Evil Resisting Sword Manual, some people instantly dispelled their fear. Who wouldn't want the Evil Resisting Sword Manual!

Just looking at the bloody sword in the hands of the evil master, one can know the power of this evil sword manual.

If they get this evil sword manual, their martial arts will definitely improve by leaps and bounds.

As for whether they could kill the person in front of them, it was out of their consideration.

After all, who doesn't feel that they are a bit lucky and hope to snatch the evil sword manual.

People, in this case, will believe in just in case.

"Kill!" Lu Bai took the lead, pressing his palms towards Jing Zhou's chest.

Others can paddle, but he and Jing Zhou have new and old grudges, and it is absolutely impossible for Jing Zhou to let him go.

The only way to survive is to kill the person in front of him.

Now Jing Zhou's eyes are red, and he doesn't feel the wounds on his body. He just wants to kill everyone in front of him!

Seeing Lu Bai rushing towards him, Jing Zhou raised his sword and stabbed forward without any fear.

Even though there were still a few people between the two, Jing Zhou's body skills reached the extreme, and he "swiped" a few swords to solve the obstacle in front of him. The blood-stained long sword collided with Lu Bai's fleshy palms.

"Hahahaha, you really have bottomed out, today Hengyang City is your burial place!"

When Lu Bai saw Su Han's long sword caught in his own fleshy palm, he couldn't help laughing wildly with a ferocious face.

He had no intention of doing mental calculations, and now he felt that his chances of killing Jing Zhou were one point higher.

"To kill you, even [-]% of your internal energy is enough!"

Regarding Jing Zhou's words, Lu Bai felt that he was a duck on the verge of death, and his mouth was stiff.

Immediately, he swung seven or eight more palms, and the palm shadows all over the sky enveloped Su Han.

"Bang bang bang" there was a sound of swords and palms intersecting, and the two of them made a few more moves in the blink of an eye.

"go to hell!"

At this time, Jing Zhou showed a flaw, and was slapped on the chest by Lu Bai, with a "click", there was the sound of sternum shattering.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, he endured the pain, exchanged his injury for a sword, and pierced Lu Bai's heart.

"what!!!!"

After killing Lu Bai, before Jing Zhou had time to rest for a moment, he felt something bite the back of his neck, and the severe pain made him cry out.

Grabbing back with his left hand, he threw out the thing that was taken from his neck, and Jing Zhou saw clearly that it was a big colorful scorpion with a drop of blood on its tail.

I don't know whether it was due to excessive blood loss or the influence of the scorpion poison. He knelt on the ground with one knee and leaned on the long sword in his right hand.

Thousands of calculations were made, but in the end, only Qu Feiyan was missed.

I never thought that I could soften my heart!

The severe pain cleared his mind, and a wry smile flashed on the corner of Jing Zhou's mouth.

Maybe he's going to die here today, he's not Linghu Chong, he's not Duan Yu, he's not the protagonist.

Even if he was injured by a sword, he would bleed, and if he bleeds too much, he would become weak, and if he was not careful, he would be killed.

While he was still able to pick up the sword, he wanted to kill a few more, so that he would be a hero in life and a hero in death!

Besides, Jing Zhou also knew that even if he begged for mercy, if he wanted to survive, it would be tantamount to a fool's dream.

Seeing that he was poisoned, the people around did not go up to force him, but stood quietly where he was, waiting for him to die from the poison.Anyway, the death of Mr. Xiexie is a foregone conclusion. They can endure loneliness and practice for 20 years, and now there is nothing wrong with waiting a moment longer.

Yue Buqun tore off a piece of his clothes and wrapped it around his left arm.

When he was paddling before, he deliberately let Jing Zhou stab him. In this way, even if everyone here is dead today, he still has something to explain.It was worth it for his sword to change the entire Songshan sect.

This time, many people from the Songshan School came, including a few from the Taibao. Now, they are all dead.

Yue Buqun felt that this time, even if the Songshan School had a big family and a great career, it would suffer a great loss of vitality.Thinking of this, he was in a good mood.

Jing Zhou knelt on the spot, feeling that his eyelids were getting heavier and his hands were getting weaker.

At this time, he thought of Ren Yingying, Lingyu, and that little girl named Bi'er.

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