An extremely sharp sword light bloomed in the middle of the group of wild wolf warriors, a radius of one meter. When the sword edge passed, flesh and blood flew across it, like a blooming blood-colored lotus.

The fallen warriors did not understand until their death how the enemy was hidden in the smoke, and they came behind them.

Jiang Xiaoshu slowly retracted the Langshu sword from the scabbard, took off the helmet of the Wolf Warrior, and pulled out a soft whip on his waist.

A strange wind blew up, and a strong smell of blood came. The remaining wolves warriors facing their backs seemed to have noticed something and turned their heads over one after another.

Stepping on the shattered corpses of his companions, the man walked slowly step by step, his left arm drooped softly, but he left it calmly, and even the crossbow arrows on his shoulders had not been taken out... The turbulent wind mixed with smoke and dust, blew away his long hair, covered his face, and covered his expression... He shook his soft whip and flew over like a ghost.

Others flew through the air, and the soft whip also swam rapidly with the people on the ground. It was a shocking snake into the grass. When he landed in front of the first enemy, the warrior was wrapped around his neck by the soft whip that rushed out of the ground. Jiang Xiaoshu pulled his hand and pushed the enemy down. Then he raised his leg and kicked it violently. With a click, he hit the enemy's face, and his opponent's face bone was broken and he saw that he was not alive.

Jiang Xiao shook his whip and let the dead enemy fall down. He spoke coldly:

"Who can speak Central Plains?"

"What, what?" As soon as a young warrior a little further spoke, a sword light flew over like a stream of light, nailing him to the wall behind him.

"Ah——" A shrill scream resounded throughout the night sky, and then the wounded warrior's eyes flashed, and the figure came to him:

"If you want to die, please applaud."

He lowered his head in pain, and his sharp sword penetrated his pipa bone and nailed himself firmly. Although it was so painful that it was not fatal for a moment.

Looking up again, Jiang Xiaoshu rushed towards his companion with a soft whip.

In the storm of smoke and dust, Jiang Xiaoshu's figure flew, retreating from the strong enemy with ease, coming and going like lightning, like ghostly attacks, and exquisite moves emerged one after another. Every time, he could leave a lot of scars on the enemy's body. Within a moment, the opponents were all covered in blood.

When he reached the end of the fight, Jiang Xiaoshu suddenly stopped, and a horse stance was stalked as if it was not moving as a mountain. The soft whip in his hand was poked out like a spear. The flexible whip body was actually stimulated to straighten by internal force. He used the whip to make the gun. A dignified "Dingjun Gun" pierced the chest of the enemy ahead.

But this imaginative move was caught by the flaw - the warrior who was hit roared, grabbed the soft whip with both hands, and even circled around his arms.

Jiang Xiaoshu used the word "花" in the gun technique. The stimulating internal force immediately shattered the samurai's internal organs, but the samurai was extremely strong and even if he died, he still held the soft whip firmly.

Seeing this, the other warriors immediately grabbed the soft whip that had caused them to suffer countless hardships. Several people pulled it hard, and with a "wave", the soft whip was broken.

The other warriors cheered in unison - Jiang Xiaoshu's sword was nailed to the wall, and now the soft whip has been destroyed. Wouldn't it be unarmed and unable to resist?

They immediately rushed towards Jiang Xiaoshu. Jiang Xiaoshu seemed to be frightened and stood still.

No one noticed that Jiang Xiaoshu's toes had already pressed against a long knife left on the ground.

The enemy's knife rushed forward, Jiang Xiaoshu turned sideways, and the blade hit the tip of his nose. Then he lifted his toes and a long sword flew into the air. He caught the long sword, and a wonderful "willing willow and bright flowers" in the "Whispering Willow Sword Technique". The blade flashed like lightning, and four swords were cut in succession. Four enemies fell to their lives.

Jiang Xiaoshu changed his path again. The long sword moves were exquisite and light as the wind, and he could fully understand the essence of the sword technique of brushing willows. It was like working hard for several years. If he had been here, he would probably have shocked his chin.

Where can the remaining few wolf warriors resist? Under the ethereal and flowing sword, they fell one after another. Within a stick of incense, Jiang Xiaoshu cleanly cut off the head of the last enemy.

Dropped the long sword, Jiang Xiaoshu flashed and came to the warrior nailed to the wall. Without a word of nonsense, he held the hilt of the sword and twisted it gently. The young warrior's pipa bone was touched and screamed in pain like a pig killing.

"Who was sent to deal with her?" The voice came from the young warrior's ears:

"You only have one chance. If you say it wrong, you will lose your life."

The young warrior raised his head and finally saw the expression of the visitor for the first time clearly—the pair of fox eyes were filled with coldness and anger.

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With the loud noise from the Iron Factory, Sheng Yujin and the enemy rushed towards the other side at the same time.

Sheng Yujin suddenly jumped towards the enemy formation, and saw that his left fist and palm were strong, his right long sword was superb, and his right hand was entangled with flames. He was truly amazing, like a wolf or a tiger.

He was deeply trapped in the enemy formation, and Sheng Yujin became more and more braver in the battle. As soon as a knife hit his arm, he shouted loudly, shook the blade, and then punched the enemy's chest to sink.

In the slanting thorn, a vicious nunchakus swept towards Sheng Yujin's ankle. He flew up, not only avoiding the attack, but also using a series of mandarin ducks. After a dense and heavy sound, the enemy of the nunchakus had broken 1728 ribs and fell to the ground like a pool of mud.

Sheng Yujin kicked the enemy to death. He was still in the air, but he was like eyes growing behind his back. The blade in his hand waved back and opened a long sword. As soon as it landed, Sheng Yujin stepped forward and attacked. Taking advantage of the opponent's fatigue, Sheng Yujin stretched out his foot and hooked it. The opponent fell to the sky. Sheng Yujin raised his hand and thrust it. The sharp goose feather knife penetrated the enemy's chest. The blood splashed fell on the ignited blade, stirring up a string of green and miserable flames.

Sheng Yujin had enough strength and turned around and saw a simple and unpretentious horizontal slash. However, the lamp oil on the blade splashed, and he cut a fire out of the fire. The enemy who was close to him was caught off guard by this move. His hair and clothes immediately ignited. Before they could slam the flames, Sheng Yujin's subsequent attacks took their lives...

It's strange that after seeing the light, the difficult opponent seemed to have become much weaker and even the reaction became much slower.

However, Sheng Yujin had no time to think about it. He rushed around the enemy with a fire knife, and was extremely domineering, like a fierce tiger. In the dark iron factory, only this evil tiger in the fire was flying and rushing to move.

On the dark walls of the ironworks factory, the fire flashed and kept flashing, and after each flash, a corpse fell softly.

After a while, there was only one enemy left in front of Sheng Yujin - he was the one who had guarded the sack before.

Sheng Yujin walked step by step with his knife, and the princess's sound became more and more aroused the fear in the man's heart. Finally, when Sheng Yujin walked within one meter, he could no longer bear it and rushed out with a scream.

It turned out to be a cowardly minion.

But how could Sheng Yujin allow him to escape easily? Sheng Yujin jumped over and took a knife, and the minion almost sent his throat under the knife. The man was shocked and changed his direction, but Sheng Yujin's knife was like a gangrene attached to the bone. No matter how he escaped, he beat a roll, or turned over somersault, the next moment, the blade would cross his throat... After his last escape, Sheng Yujin gave him a hand and forced him to take a few steps back. Sheng Yujin stood at the door, blocking him.

After hesitating for a while, the minion knelt down with a plop.

"What's this?" Sheng Yujin raised a knife and pointed the key point on the man's head:

"You want to leave a last word?"

"Uncle, please spare me, I...I can tell you what you want to know..." The minion bowed.

"The meaningless last words." Sheng Yujin was unmoved and gave it away, but after the other party said the next sentence, he stopped suddenly.

"Uncle, I know about Wang Tie. I can tell you, let me go, let me go..." The minion kept begging, so Sheng Yujin asked:

"Tell me about Wang Tie."

"I don't know the specific details... Slowly! Don't do it, I, our leader has clues, I can find them for you."

Sheng Yujin raised his knife and illuminated the surrounding area:

"Which one is your leader?"

The minion raised his hand tremblingly and pointed behind Sheng Yujin:

"The one behind you..."

"There is only a gate behind me, no corpse." Sheng Yujin interrupted him coldly:

"If you dare to think about running away, you won't be out of the chance to speak."

"Yes, yes... Our leader's body is in the southwest corner, the one with the dagger." Seeing that Sheng Yujin was not fooled, the minion hurriedly kowtowed a few more times. Fortunately, Sheng Yujin didn't seem to have any worries with him.

Sheng Yujin glanced at the southwest corner. The leader said that the leader was the one who injured his dagger. Sheng Yujin's chin was a little bit:

"Go and move here."

"As for order, the little man is...oh," the minion struggled to get up, but when he reached halfway, his calves trembled like sieve, and he fell back. He said to Sheng Yujin with a bitter face:

"Uncle, you are so majestic that your villain is so scared that his legs are weak. Can you help the villain?"

"What a backboneless thing." Sheng Yujin said in his heart, but still stretched out his left hand to the minion.

But as soon as the two of them held their hands, Sheng Yujin felt a stinging pain in his palm. He thought to himself that something was wrong and looked down. He saw that the minion's face was full of excitement and cruel expression. How could he look like he was just a little timid?

Before Sheng Yujin could take action, this man attacked again. He lowered his head and fired a crossbow on his back, and directly grabbed Sheng Yujin's eyeballs. Sheng Yujin struggled with his left hand, and then threw away the opponent's hand, then rolled to the side to avoid the eyeballs. However, the crossbow arrow still hit his ear, leaving a scar.

Sheng Yujin didn't expect that the other party deliberately showed weakness, used intelligence to lure himself, and then launched a sneak attack on him. If he hadn't seen the opportunity quickly, he would have been shocked. He felt angry in his heart, and a "carp" stood up and was about to go forward to fight, but his dantian was inexplicably empty. He couldn't help but stagger and held on the ground with a knife, so he barely fell down.

At this moment, the lamp oil on the blade burned out with a "swish" sound, and the entire ironworks factory returned to darkness again.

"Boy—" The opponent is now hidden in the darkness, and laughter comes:

"Hahahaha... I feel it? This is my unique poison 'numb'. Humph, are you unable to move your left arm now? Your right half of your face also begins to itch? After a cup of tea, you will be unable to move, and then die of anger in the numbness and itch..."

Sheng Yujin immediately raised his left hand, sucked out the venom regardless of the enemy's side, and waited until he took a few sips, the man said sinisterly:

"Boy, you're moving fast enough. Unfortunately, as long as you've been poisoned, no matter how you suck it, it will be useless. Instead, it will accelerate the spread of toxins... Hahaha, boy, you have good martial arts skills, but when you meet me, you can only...uh!"

His voice stopped abruptly. Sheng Yujin's powerful palm jammed his neck and lifted him up. In panic, he punched the dragon out of the hole with his right foot and kicked Sheng Yujin hard at the heart. But as soon as he moved his legs, Sheng Yujin had already stomped on his feet and stomped his toes.

Sheng Yujin just listened to the voice and argued in the darkness, and captured this powerful enemy with one move.

Through the sneak attack just now, Sheng Yujin already knew that among this group of people, the person who looks like a minion in front of him was the most difficult character to deal with, and it is very likely that he was the real "leader". Sheng Yujin was a little breathing:

"Give me the news about the antidote and Wang Tie... I'll let you go."

"Hahaha..." The other party laughed wildly, Sheng Yujin tightened his palms, causing the other party to cough repeatedly, but the other party still laughed unscrupulously:

"Hahaha... Cough cough cough, what a naive boy, my poison is used to deal with my mortal enemy, why should I use the antidote? Cough cough, as for Wang Tie, hahaha, you will naturally see him after a cup of tea..."

Sheng Yujin's palm was tightened, almost squeezing the other party's trachea:

"That dead man is not Wang Tie."

"Hmm?" The other party seemed to have not imagined that Sheng Yujin had discovered the truth, so he moved his head. After Sheng Yujin relaxed a little, he said:

"The real, the real Wang Tie is here..."

His voice became lower and lower, and it was almost unheard of behind, and Sheng Yujin leaned closer:

"What?"

"Just..." The voice became even smaller. Even if Sheng Yujin put his ears close to one foot, it was still blurry. He shouted:

"Where?"

"In the underworld!" The man suddenly opened his mouth, and a poisonous mist sprayed on Sheng Yujin's face. Sheng Yujin hurriedly held his breath and closed his eyes, but it was still stained a lot, and the palm of his opponent's hand was loosened.

"Hahahaha..." The man laughed strangely, but did not attack Sheng Yujin, but instead flew toward somewhere.

"Dang!" A deafening sound.

"Cold!" The sound of the iron tool falling to the ground.

"No--" The man screamed in a shrill voice:

"Who did it? I want you to die a bad death..."

Sheng Yujin wanted to see what happened, but the toxins in his body had spread. He felt numbness and itch all over his body, and he could no longer support him. He fell to the sky and his eyes gradually became dark.

Before losing consciousness, Sheng Yujin still heard the man's intermittent but resentful cry:

"Mr. Chiming... will not let you go... avenge us... you, you... are crushed and ashes!"

In the ironworks factory, it was once again trapped in darkness and silence, and the vitality that was full of ashes was also passing by slowly and rapidly.
Chapter completed!