The Zuma in the Pavilion transformed into the Sixteen Phantoms. Just as I used the strategy of Linxian to cut through these phantoms one by one, he hid his true body between nothingness, passed through all obstacles, and appeared beside me. The cold blood-drinking light sword in my hand wiped towards my neck.

The world's number one killer is particularly confident in his sword, so when he used this sudden killing move, he brought his employer's words to my ears.

This is a message before my death, allowing me to leave in peace and quiet.

It was indeed King Wu Mu.

I was shocked in my heart, but when the sound rang, I felt that I was about to die and there was no time to dodge. I smiled bitterly in my heart, but I didn't expect that I would leave this world I loved deeply forever in this humiliating way...

Zheng!

Just when I thought I was about to die, a metallic impact suddenly sounded in my ears. Then I felt a body squeeze into my arms, and used the sharp blade in my hand to block the killing attack of the horse under the pavilion.

Who is this person?

He and I suddenly bumped into the wall. The force of this attack was surprisingly terrifying. I was hit so hard that my eyes were filled with stars and my blood was rolling, but the figure in my arms suddenly stood with a sword.

This person is Yang Jie. He has been hiding in the corner of the shadow since the appearance of the pavilion. However, he appeared at this most critical moment and rescued my life from the sword of the world's number one killer.

At this moment, Yang Jie kept coughing, obviously also suffering from internal injuries and vomited blood. However, his body was still motionless and steadily protected me.

The timing and method of his appearance were surprisingly accurate. He didn't even continue to chase the horse from the pavilion, but unexpectedly asked Yang Jie: "What a powerful Five Elements Escape Technique, then who are you?"

The hairy child wearing a shadow mask replied: "Protector Yang Jie!"

The horses in the pavilion raised their eyebrows, and they couldn't help but feel a little bit of love for talent, and said to him: "Originally, when I took action, no one would survive on the scene, but I see your body and understanding at this moment, which is quite a bit of my style back then. If you are willing to change your party and join me, I can accept you as your disciple, pass on your legacy, and spare your life. What do you think?"

This guy is now showing a ruling world. He looks like he doesn't take anyone at all, but he is willing to break this example for Yang Jie. It can be seen that his appreciation for me, the junior brother, has reached a certain level. However, facing such temptation, Yang Jie replied in a firm and decisive tone: "My life mission is to protect him and be determined; as for you, if you kill my master, this hatred is irreconcilable, I wish I could drink your blood and eat your flesh, how could I think of a thief as my master?"

Zuima at the Pavilion said depressedly: "There are so many people I have killed in my life. Please help me recall who your master is?"

Yang Jie said: "Yinghua real person, Yang Ying."

The pavilion was walking downstairs and said in surprise: "Didn't the female elder Maoshan only accept female disciples? Why did he teach you such an anomaly? Boy, if your master was not killed by me, would you be willing to worship me as your master?"

Yang Jie replied bluntly: "Dream!"

Just as the two were talking, Zhang Liyun and the other three had already taken the life of Xu Mo, a thousand-faced man, surrounded me and asked me how he was injured. I took a deep breath and felt my chest tight, but I didn't care about so much. I said in a deep voice: "This person is a giant owl among the practitioners. It's really amazing. You three formed a three-talent formation, surrounded him and helped me. I'll meet him well!"

Zhang Liyun, Bu Yu and Xiaobai Huer dispersed and surrounded the pavilion. His subsequent conversation with Yang Jie also came to an end. The pavilion was cherishing Yang Jie's skills, but since the so-called talent cannot be used by him, it is better to die. So he raised the blood-drinking cold light sword high again, preparing to kill the young life with one sword.

I was really not good at the small sword in my hand. Fortunately, Zhang Liyun also handed over the Dragon Pattern Soft Sword to me. Just as I was walking down the pavilion and swinging the sword, I stopped him.

When the two swords intersect, I no longer confront them head-on, but instead use the sword intent to linger with it, use softness to overcome hardness and transform its sharpness.

The first two of the three methods of Feng Eye, Earth Shield, and Abyss are excellent methods in the battle. This strange magic skill makes the pavilion a little at a loss. Even with his terrifying swordsmanship and skills, it is difficult to see my flaws for a while. Even though he has the cultivation and realm that overwhelms me, in front of Yang Jie, who is likely to be able to stand out at any time, he is always a little restrained and difficult to form an instant killing effect.

Before fighting with Zumaxia, I could hardly imagine that someone's sword technique could be as weird as him. Compared to the majestic and strong force of Yizi Sword, his sword technique was even more amazing, making people surprised that he could even draw a sword like this.

But even so, he still couldn't take advantage of me. After giving up fighting with him, I rely on the strategy of Linxian to predict that the enemy would be the first, and I could always resolve his killer moves in advance.

Such awkward fight was the most uncomfortable battle for the killer king, the Tingxia Zouma, for a long time. When he saw Xu Mo's head turning on the ground, his face was even more terrifyingly dark.

Why, it feels so uncomfortable, just like fighting in the water?

The sword technique of the rushing horse at the pavilion reached the back, the slower it began to slower. I felt like a spring, constantly accumulating strength for his sword momentum, and waited for the moment when it suddenly exploded.

When will it explode?

I don’t know, but the longer the time goes, the more I feel unsure in my heart, because I know a truth: the more the spring presses, the more terrifying the moment it explodes.

I was both expecting and fearing, and I was waiting.

A few minutes later, the horse under the pavilion finally exploded. When the sword turned around, he suddenly soared into the air. The blood-drinking cold light sword in his hand turned into all kinds of light, just like a scorching sun, stabbing each of us in the eye mask. Under such a sword intent, the three talent formations that the three swords were guarding were instantly broken and were pierced by him with one move. Zhang Liyun, Xiaobai Huer and Bu Yu each got into the sword and fell and flew away.

This is a contest between top experts. A consciousness, an idea or even a look can determine the outcome of the battle. When all the light condenses into a ray of light and pierces it towards my chest, I also used a sword.

No matter how many thousands of swords you have, I will only hit one point.

This point is the most powerful and weakest part of the strange sword technique of Zuoma, the Pavilion. The only difference in such a heaven and hell is two words - angle.

The angle of slanting forty-five degrees can not only look up at the sky, but also crack such a fierce sword technique that can kill people.

The King of Killer finally pointed a flaw to me in this sword. He turned over and landed two feet ahead of me. His face turned into pig liver color. He pointed at the front of the blood-drinking cold light sword and shouted at me: "How could you see through the mystery of my sword technique?"

I smiled coldly and said calmly: "It is said that the killer king of countless heroic lives under my command is nothing more than this. The evil spirit sect's black demon really died at your hands? I really have some doubts!"

Hearing my insulting words, Zuima's body suddenly shook and said to me with red eyes, "Dare you dare to question me?"

The blood was fading, and the power of Linxian's plan was rapidly weakening, but I had to keep it hard, even biting my tongue to keep this state alive. At this moment, I had reached the peak of my life's cultivation. My whole body was like the tightest bowstring, but a plain smile appeared on my face, and continued to provoke: "Come on, you stupid pig, really think I dare to spend money to hire you, just want to rely on other people's protection? Wrong, in my eyes, you old people are just native chickens and dogs, and you can make me famous at any time..."

"kill!"

The horses roared under the pavilion, their body shook slightly, and turned into thirty-six black shadows. These black shadows appeared in an instant, and then came to me together, giving people the feeling that they suddenly turned into thousands of troops and vowed to kill me under the sword.

This move is still the strongest move in the way of walking horses in the pavilion, but compared to just now, this move seems more magnificent, weirder, and more terrifying.

The moment the horse was running under the pavilion, I bit my tongue and sprayed a blood arrow forward, then stabbed the black dot in my eyes with a sword.

bite!

This sword hit the real object, but just when the extremely terrifying power came from the opposite side, I suddenly turned the tip of the sword, then passed by, and stood close to the opponent, shouting loudly: "Drinking Blood Cold Light Sword, you, the demon soldier, aren't you still the master?"

Buzz!

With a light sound, and with a flash, the horse under the pavilion saw me appearing under his sword. Just as he was about to take my life with his backhand, he found that the sword in his hand suddenly became less obedient. The sword that was originally awesome and demonic was still the same, but the breath was eroding into his own body. When he felt this resistance, he could no longer concentrate on dealing with me. But even a little bit slow, the sword in his hand buzzed, and then it broke out from his control and appeared in my hand. By the way, a blood mark appeared on his chest.

Snatch the blade with empty hands!

Extreme counterattack!
Chapter completed!