Chu Xiang retreated into the dense forest, his eyes were round and dark, and there was no strangeness.

(Just, why do I feel so excited, meaningless killing is stupid, why do I feel excited in the killing?)

Holding the Liuyun in his hand tightly, Chu Xiang still had a trace of pleasure on his face. Lost is not terrible, what is terrible is that he does not resist that kind of loss.

Through the gaps in the woods, I looked coldly at the group of "masters" who retreated into the thatched cottage, and another evil smile appeared on the corner of my mouth. With the special physique obtained after swallowing the dragon's blood, this day like the dark night could not block my sight at all.

Fear, tremble, in this darkness----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

A sudden flash of body shape, Chu Xiang disappeared from the spot. The heavy rain was still drizzling, and it would stop at some point, and the blood flowing all over the ground seemed to be a river.

There was silence in the teahouse. The corpses inside the house had been thrown outside by the guards, but why was they still full of death?

Originally, he came with passion. Revenge is second. Being able to establish a relationship with Badao Villa is the main thing. If anyone lucky enough to kill the "Sword Maniac", it will definitely win both fame and fortune.

However, the reality is so cruel. The allies who were alive the moment before were lying in the muddy rain. Even the second owner of Badao Villa, who was once high and above, was huddled with him in the small tea shop where birds could not shit out---waiting to die.

Yes, in the eyes of Zhao Zhuo, these guys are waiting to die, their arms are destroyed, and they are still right hands! Zhao Zhuo knew that he was finished, thinking about his bumpy past, thinking about his passionate past, and when he went to join the "Evil Valley" with a lot of passion, he received ruthless ridicule.

"Hahaha..."

A burst of laughter suddenly sounded in the quiet tea shop, which seemed so abrupt and so crazy...

Liu Jinghai looked at the waste in the corner with disgust, as if he was looking at a pile of garbage. If the elder brother had not insisted on inviting "heroes from all walks of life in the world" this time, how could such bandits enter Badao Villa?

Zhao Zhuo coldly swept across everyone and saw all kinds of gazes, including pity, disdain, and --- disgust.

Yes, just like the eyes of the "big evil people" in front of the Evil Valley, they looked at them, waste, and garbage. Now they have finally become completely disabled!

“Hahaha…”

Zhao Zhuo laughed again, and tears were all laughing, and he laughed so hard that the wound that had just been bandaged by medicine and spilled out a lot of blood. Maybe, after a moment, he would die if he lost too much blood. Maybe, no one in the world would remember that he had been like Zhao Zhuo. As a beggar who grew up in a doghouse since childhood, he wanted to eat, cried, mourning, and killed people. But he had no friends...

Looking at the madman curled up in the corner and was about to die, Liu Jinghai shouted in disgust: "Enough!"

However, the formerly majestic owner Liu Er seemed to have lost his majesty at this moment, and Zhao Zhuo was still smiling.

"Hahaha... Master Liu Er... Are you yelling at me? Hahaha... We are all people waiting for death, who is more noble than who? Put away your gorgeous coat. God is fair, so today I will send a "Sword Madman" to take you and me away, hahaha, take away you, Master Liu Er and me, the garbage!!!"

Zhao Zhuo's words completely angered Liu Jinghai. He saw a cold light flashing in his eyes, gently stroked the bamboo tube containing chopsticks beside him. The next moment, a chopstick inside was inserted straight into Zhao Zhuo's heart.

Zhao Zhuo smiled and closed his eyes with a smile, because in the last picture of his life, he captured the white shadow that appeared outside the window like a ghost, and he was also laughing.

Chu Xiang smiled because the only one who was enough to cause harm to him was actually facing his back to him, and even the other miscellaneous people were all looking at a certain corner.

“Hahaha…”

A strange and sneering sneer sounded in the tea shop again. I don’t know which madman was driven crazy by the tense atmosphere. Liu Jinghai was about to take off, but he keenly captured a murderous aura!

With a low shout, at one thousandth of a moment, Liu Jinghai turned sideways like a conditioned reflex. It was this slight movement that made the sharp sword that had originally pierced the heart on his arm.

It stopped at one touch, and the sharp sword was like a poisonous snake. It immediately pulled away without a hit.

Not caring about the pain on his left arm, Liu Jinghai turned around and drew his sword, and in one move, "Juhe Slash", reflecting a white lightning as fast as thunder.

However, this "Juhe" that was invincible was actually cut in the vacancy!

The house was filled with sword shadows, and a sound of ping-pong swords and swords sounded. In the blink of an eye, the ghostly white shadow rushed out of the window and disappeared into the vast rain.

"ah!!!"

An angry roar came from the thatched cottage, as if it was an angry lion...

Liu Jinghai looked at the six Badao Guards lying on the ground, his eyes were full of blood. These were brothers who grew up with him and studied art together! As for the other miscellaneous people who also fell on the ground, how could they stir up any trouble in the hearts of the owner of Liu Er Manor?

With one sword, another sword, even the only eleven guards standing still were more or less embarrassed.

Blood dripped along his left arm to the ground, making a ticking sound. Liu Jinghai stared blankly at the square table that was chopped into two halves. On the ground was a snow-white corner of his clothes...

Liu Da looked at the fallen brothers with a sad expression. Compared to the owners of the manors, these guards with similar identities are the real brothers! The Eighteen Guards, who have never been lost, have broken six of them in front of him today! However, Liu Da knew that this is not the time to be sad. The second owner was bleeding, and the second owner's eyes were filled with loss! This is a sign of a warrior's despair. If this continues, I am afraid that everyone here will be killed by the "sword maniac" one by one!

"The Second Housekeeper..." Liu Dazheng wanted to say something encouraged, but was stopped by Liu Jinghai.

Taking a deep breath, Liu Jinghai said in a loss: "Needless to say, you eleven people, now, immediately ride on the fast horse outside and run away! I'll block here!"

"The second owner of the house is not allowed!" The surrounding guards exclaimed.

"Okay, I will order you as the owner of the manor! Remember, this is an order!"

"The Second Manor..." Liu Da wanted to say something, but was slapped by Liu Jinghai with a backhand.

With a "bang", it was so harsh in the heavy rain.

Looking at Liu Da’s face full of dissatisfaction but without any resentment, Liu Jinghai said coldly: “The first iron law of domineering sword!”

"Self-serving to the death!" The remaining eleven guards, including Liu Da, squeezed out the words from the gap between their teeth at the same time. The iron rule of the domineering sword that used to be regarded as the sky strip was so hateful at this moment.

This is to betray the Lord and seek honor, this is to abandon the Lord and escape!
Chapter completed!