The five Kings of Golden Sword were in the air, and they never expected that Zherong would use the sword that was both defeated and burned with jade.
If King Wu of Jindao did not avoid giving in and continued to cheat, he would definitely kick Zherong's heart with one kick. However, he would be doomed.
He hung in the air, tried his best to turn sideways, and finally avoided Zherong's sword.
He rolled around and stood up from the ground, his eyes full of surprise. He wrinkled his nose, and he smiled flatteringly and lewdly: "That's right, hum, it's indeed the number one killer assassin in the city country, Xi Ming
I was defeated by my foot and I actually let you crack it!"
Although Wang Wu's Foshan Wuying Foot failed to hurt Zherong, his life-threatening attack was consumed by serious injuries, and most of his physical strength was torn and the wound on his body was torn and widened, and blood was sprayed out like a pillar.
His face was already pale as paper, swaying in the solemn wind, as if he would fall down at any time.
"But, it's a pity!" King Wu of Jindao smiled fiercely, "It's a pity that you can't see the rising sun now. Haha, Zherong, just go to hell for me!"
After saying that, King Wu of Jindao danced the knife in his hand and rushed straight to Zherong.
The sword eyebrows suddenly stood up, and Zherong forced a breath of true energy, held a sharp blade in his hand, and walked up to the other party's blade.
"Clang clang clang", the sound of weapons handover continued, and the two of them immediately fought hard to separate.
Originally, when he was besieged by everyone, Zherong had enough time and ability to escape. However, he was eager to take revenge and had a brute force, and he insisted on fighting with these thieves to the end. The final result was that his physical strength gradually disappeared.
Zherong had already begun to fall into a disadvantage. At this moment, even if he wanted to escape, it would be impossible.
Zherong's combat power is declining rapidly. Even if he wants to make a desperate bet, he has no energy to fight. Every time he blocks, he takes a step back. Until blood splashes his entire face, even his vision changes.
It needs to gradually blur.
A trace of sorrow suddenly surged into his heart. Zherong didn't expect that he would die in this way on the deserted Wang Feng stone... His originally high fighting spirit also became weaker with the loss of blood.
Seeing that Zherong was no longer able to resist, the Golden Sword King Wu was immediately happy and gathered his strength to cut the top of Zherong's head.
Zherong fell back weakly, and a trace of sad feelings flashed in his eyes. He stared blankly and helplessly at the golden knife that was gradually slashing down on his head...
Goodbye...
"Ah!" A whisper suddenly erupted in the air, followed by the sound of a sword breaking through the sky.
A crisp "clang" sounded.
Silver light flashed, and a biting thin sword floated over like a flying immortal from the sky, and took the attack of King Wu of the Golden Sword!
A wisp of bewitching incense suddenly filled the air, and a beautiful hair flew in the wind. Princess Yingyue put her hands on her hips and generously pointed her sword, "What are you doing?"
"Smelly girls!" Jindao Wang Wu glared at Yingyue, "Don't meddle in other people's business, have you seen the government arresting wanted criminals? If you forcefully stop them, you will be treated as a crime!"
"Rareless!" Princess Yingyue frowned, "What! How dare you insult me? She also caught a wanted criminal? I think you, a beast in a dress, are a thief!"