With a cold face, a knife full of murderous intent, and an incomparable red mist, the shadow of death shrouded Song Shixiong's head.

A master of joint construction!

Song Shixiong can be called the first person in the Pentium Realm, but he can't do it when facing the Hezhu Realm. He let out a roar, and the software in his palm vibrated like a super giant python, with light and shadow flying, and oppressive red mist floating in all directions.

"when"

There was a loud noise, and Song Shixiong's body was hit again and flew out. The sword in his hand almost fell off, and traces of blood seeped out of his account.

The face of the knife-wielding attacker also changed. Unexpectedly, Song Shixiong could have such a method. He took two swords from him in succession. He was not dead after both swords, and he still stood with the sword.

With a swing of the long knife, murderous intent surged in his eyes, his body tore through layers of red mist, and he charged towards Song Shixiong again.

If a master of joint construction can deal with the Pentium realm, without a huge difference in weapons between the two sides, he will definitely be able to defeat them easily.

One level and one level of heaven are not just words, the difference in realm is the difference between heaven and earth.

When the man swung his third sword, Han Hui moved, but instead of attacking in that direction, he attacked in the opposite direction.

"How is that possible!" A shocked voice sounded, and you could hear how incredible it was from the voice.

With a "pop" sound, a red figure spurted out a mouthful of blood, and was knocked backwards by Han Hui. A long knife appeared on Han Hui's side at the same time, slashing towards Han Hui's back.

Han Hui snorted coldly, flicked his arm, and struck the man's chest like a spear. The man's body swayed, and the long knife in his hand fell to the ground, and all his internal organs were shattered by Han Hui.

After dealing with two people in succession, the third collision sound finally sounded from Song Shixiong's side. Song Shixiong's body was completely thrown away, and the sword in his hand was also released.

The long knife slashed towards his neck like a shadow. Song Shixiong felt that the pores in his body were exploding, and the cold knife intent penetrated into his bone marrow.

Death is irreversible.

Song Shixiong was able to grow from an ordinary mercenary to what he is today. He has experienced countless death threats, but none of them were so real.

The coldness of the knife was close to his neck, but he had no power to resist.

I'm still going to die, brothers, here I come!

Song Shixiong closed his eyes, and images of his former brothers lying in a pool of blood flashed before his eyes.

His neck felt cold, and a hint of bitterness appeared at the corner of his mouth.

There was a "dang" sound, and the sound of the long knife falling to the ground was heard.

He didn't react for a while, and it took him a while to open his eyes, and saw the ruthless man holding the knife paralyzed at his feet, with the long knife stuck in the ground against his trouser leg.

Han Hui clapped his hands as if to brush off the dust on his hands: "The power of the Yinyang Sect is not small. Three joint construction masters were dispatched at one time, and one of them is still at the peak of joint construction."

The red mist in the sky completely dissipated with the death of the three people, the small valley regained its clarity, and the trees and rocks were still so fresh and real.

Song Shixiong's first thought was that Han Hui saved him.

The second thought is, what state is Han Hui in? In the blink of an eye, he killed three masters of joint construction, and there was another one who was at the peak of joint construction.

You know, this is in the fog of endless joy. People of the Yin Yang Sect are like a fish in water, but outsiders are unable to move forward.

From this point of view, Han Hui was not at all a master of the highest level of cultivation as he thought, but a master of a higher level, or possibly beyond the level of pulse fixation.

Everything in the past can be explained, why Han Hui didn't take the 10,000 Qi-Building Pills seriously, why he just ignored the elders of the Hua family and casually displayed a treasure like a black inkstone in front of him without fear of his greed, and also asked questions

The rest of him in the desert seemed to want to go to the desert.

If someone has this kind of strength, the dangerous desert in his eyes may really be nothing to his family.

Han Hui's body was like lightning. He circled around the three people who fell on the ground, opened the storage items one by one, looked at them, and then put them into his arms with satisfaction.

"A horse will not grow fat without night grass, and a man will not be rich without windfall! This happens several times every day. We will be able to buy Mocheng soon." Han Hui said cheerfully.

"Thank you Brother Han for saving your life!" Song Shixiong bowed down.

Han Hui waved his hand, and a force rose from the void, lifting Song Shixiong up: "Are you still so polite between you and me?"

"It's like going to the treasure market. Someone has brought so many elixirs, and I feel more confident when I go shopping!" Han Hui said with a smile.

"Brother Han, I think you'd better hide. The people from the Yin Yang Sect came to attack you. They must know your background of the Natural Sect. After knowing it, they dare to come??????" Although Song Shixiong's words did not

After saying that, Han Hui already understood what he meant.

What Song Shixiong said makes sense. He registered his identity as a disciple of the Sword Sect when he entered the city. Since the other party came to ambush him, he must have investigated everything clearly. The Yin Yang Sect is not afraid of the Natural Gate.

"You don't have to be so polite. I can't get used to it. The Yin Yang Sect is really troublesome. I can change my appearance, but what about you?" Han Hui said to Song Shixiong.

Song Shixiong gritted his teeth and said: "I'm used to hiding, they can't find me that easily!"

Han Hui saw that he didn't mean what he said, so he smiled and patted his shoulder and said: "In the past, you offended the Liu family. Their family is just a small person at the top of the Pentium realm. It will not be easy to catch you this time.

It is the Yinyang Sect that has been offended. Once they take action, it will be a period of joint construction. I’m afraid you won’t be able to escape.”

Song Shixiong smiled bitterly and said: "My brothers back then have gone far away. Maybe it's time to go down and accompany them. The great revenge will be avenged, and I have no other wishes."

"You can commit suicide if you don't have a wish, but you can't be killed! If you are killed, will you make new enemies? Who will avenge you then?"

"Human beings are born unequal. If you offend a behemoth like the Yin Yang Sect, unless you belong to a monastic sect in China like Brother Han, who can escape the word of death?" Song Shixiong sighed and said.

When he spoke, his eyes were full of loneliness. No one wanted to die, everyone wanted to live and live well.

However, not everyone has the right to live. Han Hui may be able to survive if he offends the Yinyang Sect. After all, with the support of Jianzong, Song Shixiong has no place to stay. Just the members of the Yinyang Sect in Mocheng can

Kill him.

"Wrong! All people are born equal, and I was not born a disciple of the Sword Sect! I am not even the most favored disciple of the Sword Sect, but I have achieved my current state. No one can complain. No matter how powerful the Yin Yang Sect is, it is not the same.

Become stronger little by little? They couldn't be so strong when they first established the religion? Death is not scary, but the fear is not having the confidence to live!" Han Hui said sincerely.

Song Shixiong's whole body was shocked, as if his heart was suddenly hit hard. A brand new door opened, and all the dreams of the year emerged.

At that time, he was still young and had just entered the ranks of Qi practitioners. What he thought about every day was to become the pinnacle of Qi practitioners in the future and become a legend that the whole world would admire.

That's why he became a mercenary and gradually reached the Pentium realm. Then he formed the Wolf Warriors mercenary group and became famous as Wolf Warriors.

Until their Wolf Warrior mercenary group accidentally got a two-star treasure in the desert, everything changed. Liu Lang suddenly took action and plotted against them. All the brothers died under the enemy's butcher's knife, and all the years of accumulation were lost.

Become empty.

Even he escaped into the desert with a narrow escape and was imprisoned like an animal. All his ambitions turned into the rage of revenge.

Now that revenge is over, he has no other thoughts and he seems to have no meaning in survival.

Han Hui's words brought him back to the past, to those high-spirited years.

"Yes, no one is born strong, and it is not easy for the Yin Yang Sect to kill me! No matter what, I will bite off two pieces of their flesh!" Song Shixiong's eyes flashed fearlessly.

Han Hui laughed: "This is the Brother Song I know, the Supreme of the Desert!"

Song Shixiong knew that Han Hui was kidding him about treating him to the desert supreme table, and an embarrassed smile appeared on his face.

"Just biting off a piece of their flesh won't do. I will chop off the head of anyone who wants me to die!" Han Hui said with a cold light in his eyes, full of evil intent.

"Yes, the sword in my hand is not a vegetarian!" Song Shixiong was also full of pride.

"We should re-create a mercenary group. The Wolf Warriors mercenary group is too ostentatious. Others will know what you did as soon as they hear it, and the Yin Yang Cult will also come to us. Maybe the mercenary group has not yet opened.

Let others destroy it!" Han Hui said.

Song Shixiong was stunned for a moment and said: "The name of the mercenary group doesn't matter. All the brothers are dead. I won't be bound by this name again. But as long as I go out to recruit soldiers, won't others know about it?"

"Change your appearance, change your appearance!" Han Hui slowly spit out eight words.

"Changing appearance is easy, but there are many ways to identify a person's identity, not just appearance!" Song Shixiong said very reasonably.

The appearance and figure may not be distinguishable, but the skills cannot be hidden. There are only so many Pentium realms in Mocheng that are famous for their fame. If a strange peak Pentium realm suddenly appears, will it not arouse suspicion?

"Are you worried about something going wrong with the technique?" Han Hui asked.

"Yes, you can't hide this kind of thing!" Song Shixiong said.

"If you become the pinnacle of the Hezhu Realm, will others still doubt you?"

"How is that possible?" Song Shixiong exclaimed when he heard Han Hui's words.

"Only you can't think of it, but I can't do it!" Han Hui said a familiar Internet phrase on the earth.

Song Shixiong looked at Han Hui blankly. Did this brother just inhale too much Wuji Joy Mist and become stupid?
Chapter completed!