Logically speaking, at this time, both Wang Kou Chengfeng of Zizhu Mountain and Zhong Zhibiao who came later should stop.

However, Kou Chengfeng stopped and frowned and looked at Du Bian on the ground in confusion, not understanding what his move meant.

However, as soon as Kou Chengfeng stopped and lowered his head, he felt something was wrong.

When he suddenly looked up again, he was shocked and wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

Zhong Zhibiao didn't stop, no. It should be said that he didn't have a knife.

A wide-backed sword was slashed in the air under the strong force of Zhong Zhibiao.

Poor Kou Chengfeng is the king of Zizhushan of the Ming Cult, and he is famous in the world and has a great reputation.

Even when he surrounded and killed the White Lotus Sect just now, he did not suffer any injuries. He also took the opportunity to cut off Qi Yan's right arm and made great contributions.

But I didn't expect that I would die here.

Moreover, he died miserably.

Zhong Zhibiao was already confused at this moment, with a blood-red eyes full of murderous intent, and a murderous aura on his body was covered with coldness.

He ignored the Demon Emperor's stern orders and before Kou Chengfeng could react at all, he cut him down from the head and slashed him in half with one knife.

The red and white sprinkled all over the floor, and the cut-off intestines emitted a stinking smell and flowed out...

The Ming Cult members on the scene were shocked and shocked after witnessing this scene.

After Zhong Zhibiao attacked, he didn't stop, waved his big sword, roared and roared, and killed everyone he met.

He was originally an eighth-grade master, but now he entered a mad state of not considering life and death and killing with all his heart, and his power became more and more amazing.

The Ming Cult members were caught off guard and were killed by him again, killing several people.

Until the angry Demon Emperor floated over like a ghost, a heart-destroying palm hit Zhong Zhibiao's back heart.

Zhong Zhibiao, who held up the sword high, shook his body, and the blood in his eyes gradually faded away. He looked down at his heart, feeling the broken heart veins there, and his eyes were filled with incredible colors.

He is actually... going to die?

With a "clang", the big knife in Zhong Zhibiao's hand fell to the ground.

The strong vitality allowed him to live tenaciously even if his heart was cut off. Although this period of time was definitely not long, he was still alive at this moment.

But, perhaps because of his fear and reluctance to death, his eyes were filled with fear, and... regret?

"Small Hill!"

"Xiaoshan! Son! Don't come here, don't blame dad, dad doesn't think about it..."

"Cui'er, Cui'er, don't come over, don't come over, I didn't want to harm you, I really didn't think about killing you..."

Zhong Zhibiao went crazy, or he had hallucinations before he died.

However, most people in this era cannot understand the concept of illusion.

They only thought that before Zhong Zhibiao died, his wife and children came to "collect" him.

Even though everyone present had strong internal strength, they were not afraid of the cold winter.

But at this moment, most of them felt a sense of coldness.

Could it be that there are really dark underworld and dead souls in this world?

Will they really take revenge?

ps: There is a problem with the chapter's comments and I can't post them. I can only write them in the main text, but I can't write them more, because I can calculate the money if I have enough 500 words...

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