Chapter 141: Suppression

The owner of the sword was the white-headed and white-haired Lord Chang Ling. This sword was like an antelope hanging on its horns, with no trace to be found. It was a must-kill. Countless masters had already died in this move. With the help of two silver ghost-faced leaders, Chang Ling had at least six levels of confidence to cut Huangfu Jian under the tiger, and the most time could seriously injure Huangfu Jian.

But he was wrong. His opponent was Huangfu Jian, and Huangfu Jian’s biggest reliance was his perverted divine consciousness. Not to mention that Chang Ling didn’t know about this, even Huangfu Jian’s closest person would not know about it.

The moment Changling's sword stabbed out, murderous intent burst out and was captured by Huangfu Jian.

Huangfu Jian swung the War God Spear in his hand, as if he was accidentally pointed out, but it was accidentally placed on the spine of the long sword.

"Clang! Knock the amount..." The God of War shot on the long sword and made a crisp trembling sound.

When Mars suddenly appeared, the sword in Changling's hand came and went faster. How could the sword light and sharp can resist the huge force transmitted from the God of War Spear? Changling felt like it was electric shocked and fell backwards, and the sword almost flew out of his hand.

The war god spear in Huangfu Jian's hand continued to appear, and he followed Chang Ling like a shadow. The biting cold light emitted from the war god spear made Chang Ling's body stand up and cover the shadow of death.

Chang Ling was shocked. Although he knew that Huangfu Jian was very skilled in martial arts, he did not expect that he was so high. Not only did his ultimate skill fail to hurt his opponent's hair, but he was taken advantage of by his opponent and he lost the opportunity.

If a son makes a mistake, he will lose everything.

Although Chang Ling was old, his kung fu was superb and his light skills were even more amazing. His body was agile and he swung left and right, and finally avoided the vital points of his body. However, Huangfu Jian's spear was still stuck on his forearm, causing him to be seriously injured.

After defeating with one move, Chang Ling knew that the situation was over, and immediately became interested in retreating. While fighting with Huangfu Jian with his agile body skills, he retreated to the left cliff. There were dense mountains and forests there, which was the escape place he had thought of in advance.

At the same time, the Eighteen Dragon Knight also met the two silver ghost-faced killer leaders who used the gun and used the whip. The Eighteen Dragon Knight still formed a three-talent formation and circled the two killer leaders in the middle. The two silver-faced killers suddenly felt trapped in a huge vortex, with airtight sword lights on all sides, constantly pressing towards them.

Soldiers vs. generals vs. generals vs. generals! When the killer Changling fought with Huangfu Jian, the two killer leaders were encircled into the three talent formation of the Eighteen Dragon Cavalry. The last silver-faced killer also launched a charge with the six hundred killers here.

On one side is an official and on the other side is a killer. When it comes to appearances, officials and thieves are incompatible!

These killers knew that Huangfu Jian would not let them go. Death was death in battle, and being caught was also death. Anyway, they had to die, so why not die in battle! At this moment, the six hundred killers launched a rush to the personal guard camp without fear of death.

Half of the six hundred killers fell on the way to charge, and less than three hundred people were able to rush through the arrow formation. These three hundred killers approached the position of the personal guard camp under the leadership of the silver ghost face in the end.

"kill!"

Zhang Liao shouted loudly, and he clamped the yellow-maned horse, waved the hook and sickle in his hand, blocking the silver-faced killer's way. The two fought together.

One step down, one horse; one uses a sword, one uses a long sword; one is light and one is sharp and powerful.

Different tactics of fighting are matched with opponents, and the match is equal, which is extremely exciting. It can be regarded as a classic duel between killers and generals.

Gao Shun rode a black curly horse, holding a breaking wind gun, and immediately stared at the killer who was coming to his face calmly before the two hundred guards.

"Press up the spear!" Gao Shun waved his wind gun and shouted loudly at the guard behind him.

When two hundred guards heard the order, they quickly discarded the knife, shield, bow, and arrow in their hands and grabbed the spear behind them. Two hundred green fine iron spears lined up into dense spear formations, and the tip of the spear was shining with cold light pointed diagonally in front.

"Spit!" Gao Shun's wind gun stabbed straight out, and the killer who rushed towards him seemed to have hit him, and he shot through his heart with one shot.

Two hundred fine iron spears stabbed at the masked killer in black who was pounced on at the same angle and at the same speed.

The killers who were rushing to the sword suddenly found that they were rushing towards the spear tips that were coming quickly. All the dead souls were lost. Isn’t this a death sentence?

They retreated one after another, but how could they have time! The killer who followed behind pushed forward and couldn't retreat. The spears in front of them stabbed forward, and they couldn't escape! They watched the cold spears pass through their bodies, and then they screamed, and the pain and blood spurted out.

"Retreat!" Gao Shun's broken wind gun did not stop at all, and immediately withdrew after stabbing.

Two hundred personal guards and two hundred spears were pulled out of the killer's body. The killers who had lost the support of the spear, whether they were dead or undying, were unable to support them and fell to the ground one by one.

The killer rushed forward and backward, Gao Shun shouted rhythmically, "Thorn! Retreat!", and the two hundred guards kept doing simple movements as Gao Shun's command!

Just like the magic sound, a row of killers fell down, and another row of killers rushed up, and then fell down again...

In the empty and beautiful Hore Valley, flowers are still there. In front of the strange pile of rocks, black-clothed killers were pouring down on the ground. Blood kept flowing, dyeing the stone bed red, and flowing to the various flowers in the valley.

Will the flowers that have drunk these blood bloom more colorful, fresher and more beautiful next year?

With his agile body skills, the old Changling was fighting with Huangfu Jian and retreated to the next side of the cliff. He could just jump away and then the sea and the sky would be wide.

Huangfu Jian also saw the opponent's intention and stopped chasing. He hung up the War God Spear, took off the Sky-Shaking Bow, drew out the Soul-Slaying Arrow, and competed with his arms. With a "Ga Beng" the thick bow string of the Sky-Shaking Bow pulled into a full moon.

"Swoosh!" The bowstring trembled, and Tu Ling left the string and shot towards the long white hair.

Seeing that he finally got rid of Huangfu Jian's entanglement, Chang Ling was overjoyed and rushed into the forest without looking back. But just as one of his feet stepped into the forest, the sound of bowstrings behind him sounded, and a sharp arrow shot through the space and shot towards his back.

No matter how fast Chang Ling's body movement was, it was not as fast as lightning! Before he could react, he felt a numbness on his back, and then a feeling of a sharp weapon entering his body came.

The Tu Ling Arrow pierced Chang Ling's aged body, and its power continued to last. Finally, it was nailed to a tree as thick as a bucket, and the giant tree trembled.

Just as Chang Ling was shot by the slaughtering arrow, a middle-aged swordsman suddenly felt a sense of fear, and then felt heartbroken, looking at the mass grave in the eastern suburbs of Luoyang City with uneasy eyes.

Shortly after Chang Ling's death, the two silver ghost-faced killers also fell under the combined attack of the Eighteen Dragon Knights. After the Eighteen Dragon Knight killed two silver ghost-faced killers, he took the initiative to kill Xiang Zheng and Zhang Liao to fight together.

At this point, the overall situation has been decided. A killer sect leader, three silver ghost-faced leaders were killed, and six hundred killers were destroyed.

In the huge stone hall, Huangfu Jian stood in the middle, looking at the magnificent stone cave, and was filled with emotion.

The Killer Sect is worthy of being an ancient sect that has been passed down for thousands of years. This division alone is intimidating. If it weren't for the information provided by the Yin-Yang Sect, where would he go to find them? If he missed a single blow, he would escape immediately. Such an opponent would be the most terrifying!

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