"Changhe, you came at the right time!

Zhao Wulie's food bag has been lost, we have to fight for our own lives!"

Yan Sheng looked back and saw the sinister-looking man in blood-robed clothes, with an obvious look of joy in his eyes.

The initially wavering thought of capture dissipated in an instant and turned into a strong murderous intention.

He thought he was in the same boat as Meng Changhe.

Now that his identity is exposed, there is no way out.

If only Qin Wugou was safe and returned to Tianjing alive.

Report the matter to Beizhen Fusi and attract a thorough investigation by the imperial court!

By then, Yan Sheng doesn't know whether Liang Guogong and Zhao Wulie can escape safely.

However, the Jin Daoyan family will definitely collapse first, and everyone will die!

Think of the bloody scenes of relatives being exiled and disciples being implicated!

If you think about the deep foundation accumulated over generations, it will be destroyed in one day!

Yan Sheng's eyes widened with anger and his chest heaved like an angry lion.

The strong blood energy is like a raging fire, constantly rising and burning the internal organs.

I wanted to bet on wealth, but I didn’t expect to lose everything!

Meng Changhe, like him, will not end much better.

A pawn without a backer is destined to be abandoned.

This is something that countless little people in Tianjing City have experienced.

Therefore, this assassination was supposed to be a sure shot.

At this moment, the situation has suddenly turned around.

Now it's their turn to wade across the river!

"Stubborn! This thousand households have good intentions and are trying to save their lives!"

You want to seek death on your own, and you will harm the whole family for nothing!"

Qin Wugu's phoenix eyes were full of evil, and he shook his big gun.

Although she is a little behind Yan Sheng in terms of martial arts.

But due to the long strength of Longzi's bloodline and his excellent martial arts level.

This makes this female Qianhu's tyrannical fighting prowess not inferior to that of the fourth-level masters.

Yang Lixiao, the mighty guard, rashly blocked the road out of contempt.

Only then would he end up with a broken arm and die at the hands of Meng Changhe.

"It's just a blood exchange in the three realms, but the tone is so loud that it has no limit!"

Yan Sheng's eyebrows were deep and stern, and a nine-ringed golden sword lay across his chest.

The true energy in the body is pushed to the extreme, and the sea of ​​qi spins like a wheel.

The invisible energy pulls, like thousands of cold lights bursting out.

It swept out a circle of violent ripples visible to the naked eye, extinguishing the raindrops flying in all directions.

"Then who was it just now, running away in panic like a lost dog?"

The corners of Qin Wugu's mouth curled up in an indifferent arc, he gently closed his eyes, and felt carefully with his heart.

Yan Sheng, who stood several feet away, was like a huge golden sun.

It is scorching and dazzling, and the hair is condensed, like a fine needle of cow hair, which hurts the skin.

As for Meng Changhe, who had completed his blood exchange, his aura was rather strange and obscure.

It is like a gurgling stream, or like a puddle of water, with a strange and silent meaning of moistening things.

The air currents, the skylight, the mountains and forests... all seemed to be sucked in, turning into a horrifying blood color that was extremely sinister and evil.

"This man's martial arts should be inherited from heretics!"

Qin Wugu'e frowned slightly, relying on her sharp five senses, she could probably figure out the details about the two of them.

As the thoughts float, thoughts flicker, and the mind becomes clear and peaceful.

The Panlong Zhen Gang rolls away like thunder, traveling on all four limbs and hundreds of bones.

After running for weeks, everything was poured into the bright silver gun in the palm of my hand.

"Old man, let this Qianhu learn the power of the Yan family's life-cutting knife that dominates the Daming Mansion!"

The lingering air current was interrupted, and fierce murderous intent filled the muddy path.

Yan Sheng frowned, as if a sharp knife was pressed against his forehead.

It seems that the next moment, it will penetrate the skull and lose his life.

His eyelids twitched fiercely, breaking away from the inexplicable illusion that the cold wave enveloped him, and thought to himself:

"What a fierce woman, with such murderous intent! She has been guarding Donghai Mansion for many years and has killed thousands of dragons and grandsons!"

This formidable old man in his sixties or seventies seemed unwilling to be outdone.

It's like a giant python swallowing the moon, vomiting with unprecedented force.

The internal organs seemed to be squeezed hard and shrank into a solid mass.

More blood, inner energy, and true energy flowed down layer by layer like a waterfall, spurting out.

The big tendons on the surface of the body trembled and trembled, like a marksman quickly pulling out the bowstring, making continuous explosions like thunderbolts!

The powerful energy that shakes mountains is like a rushing river, emerging from muscles, bones, skin, and every inch of flesh and blood.

Zhengzheng! Zhengzheng!

The nine-ringed golden sword jingled, a series of harsh noises of fierce collision.

It was like thousands of large policemen were scraping together, making a scream that was deafening.

Qin Wugou originally stood with his gun drawn, ready to go.

But when she saw Yan Shengyun Gong holding the knife, it was dazzling with golden light.

Like five colors of confusion, those fixed eyes flickered for a moment.

I was even more startled when I heard the demonic sound that shook my eardrums and disturbed my mood.

After all, he is a member of the imperial family and a member of the public family, and his experience is not as sophisticated as that of a traveler.

Qin Wugou never expected that Yan Sheng would do such dirty tricks.

It's like using vulgar tricks like using a monkey to steal peaches in the ring.

Stunning with appearance, capturing the spirit with sound, initial results have been achieved!

Even though it only lasted for less than half a breath, it was still enough for Yan Sheng to launch his killing move.

He seized this moment of fighting opportunity and used the nine-ringed golden sword like a cracking mountain. With unrivaled ferocity, he fought to kill from top to bottom.

The sharp cold light was like thunder and fire, suddenly exploding outward.

The atmosphere roared and emptied into thick, majestic white waves.

The void shook out layers of wrinkles, as if it were rubbing countless fragile papers.

boom!

Where the few people were standing, turbid soil, sand and gravel, as well as drizzling raindrops, instantly rose into the sky!

Forming a huge curtain several feet high!

This sword is so powerful, let alone flesh and blood.

Even if there is a tall mountain lying in front of you, it will still be chopped in half.

Yan Sheng has tried his best to pursue a one-hit kill!

The powerful true power that has been cultivated for many years is like pouring fire oil.

Burning violently, squeezing out every ounce of strength from the muscles, bones and membranes.

In an instant, a large area of ​​mountain forest was illuminated by a bright red light.

It's like the immortal alchemy furnace in the ancient era of gods and demons overturned, pouring out endless billowing flames!

Woohoo!

The roaring wind stirred up thousands of hot air currents and slapped Qin Wugou's cold face.

This is a desperate fight for the masters of the Four Realms!

"Finally, I'm going to go all out! Since I have chosen to assassinate the imperial official, I shouldn't be timid and hesitant!
To be continued...