Lin Qihao didn't wait to return to Lin Qixiong, and he felt uneasy.
When he found that there were fewer and fewer people in the team, he did not say anything, but caught the ghostly black shadow and threw the two of them down! He roared righteously: "There are assassins, everyone, come together and kill them."
Kill him!"
The others were like frightened birds. When they heard the sound, they didn't have time to think too much. They drew their weapons and pounced on the black shadow!
Taking advantage of this moment, Lin Qihao ran away in the opposite direction: "The second grade is even defeated by the eighth grade, and I, the seventh grade, are no match. It is more important to preserve my strength."
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Seeing Lin Qihao turn around and run away like a rabbit into the jungle, Zuo Wuzhou was stunned, with a hint of amusement in his heart!
If Lin Qihao turned around and entangled him and ordered the others to escape, he would never be able to kill all of them. But then, the opportunity would come.
Lin Qixiong was stunned and his eyes were bleeding from anger.
One Lin Qihao ran away, and there were thirteen people. The thirteen people waved their weapons, and they rushed over desperately, not knowing whether it was anger or desolation.
Yes, it is really life-threatening. Among them, the one with the best cultivation level is only fifth grade. Zuo Wuzhou smiled faintly, but had an unusually cold attitude!
Zuo Wuzhou is like a whirlwind, in a shocking way, with a sense of coldness and power, and even has a rippling metallic texture because of the moonlight reflection of the blade!
Cut, cut, cut! Wherever the blade points, there will be countless blood!
One head after another rushed up into the sky from the corpse, with blood spilling out from the neck like a fountain, and the body rushed forward weakly and fell down with inertia.
"Behead!" Zuo Wuzhou's voice was like solid iron, his words were sonorous, he chopped off a head with one knife, grabbed the bun and laughed happily.
Covered in blood, he picked up the decapitated heads and stepped closer to the group of boys and girls who were shocked by the blood and cruelty. There was a terrible suffocating pressure in the silence, terrifying with coldness and terrifying with hot blood!
"Run away, run away!" Lin Qixiong roared in his chest!
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"It's the head-cutting assassin!" The young girl panicked.
"Escape!" Finally, someone among the group of boys and girls screamed with a high-octave vibrato.
The boys and girls screamed and ran around like lost deer.
Under the bright moonlight, Zuo Wuzhou's eyes burst out with endless and deep murderous intent. He took three steps and two steps at a time, and screamed: "Stay here!"
Such a terrifying knife, with a snap, the person hit the knife and was split into two pieces from head to toe!
He jumped up and broke the handle of the knife, and rushed towards the other person. The force of the knife caused the strong wind to attack him. The knife decapitated him, and with a pop, the head flew into the sky.
At this moment, the broken knife plunged into the back of a person's neck as fast as lightning, splattering blood and looking infinitely monstrous under the moonlight.
The rabbit was rising and the falcon was falling, and the lightning flashed at random intervals. Zuo Wuzhou was swaying unsteadily, chasing and killing many people. Just as he was about to continue the pursuit, he suddenly heard Xiao Shisan's scream.
Zuo Wuzhou's boiling murderous intent suddenly subsided. He turned around and vaguely saw a ruthless girl stabbing Xiao Shisan's chest with a sword in the moonlight, trying to escape!
"Little Thirteen!" Zuo Wuzhou was furious, his soul power was stirring, and he threw it with all his strength!
The long knife roared like a startling rainbow, and pierced the girl's back. With an angry blow, the knife was not full, and it actually dragged the girl's body and nailed it into a big tree, and the big tree exploded with a bang.
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The power of a sword is so powerful that it makes people tremble with fear.
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The only beautiful young woman in the forest, Cui Anyu, was so frightened that her face turned pale, as if she were a sculpture, and she didn't even have the courage to run away.
Zuo Wuzhou glanced at her and ran towards the pale-faced Xiao Shisan. His boiling blood slowly cooled down, and he said sadly: "Xiao Shisan, didn't I ask you to stay behind?"
Little Thirteen touched the blood on his heart, and his hands were covered with warm blood. Suddenly he became very excited and his face glowed: "I want to see how they die, I want to see with my own eyes how they die! I have lived for more than ten years,
Just to wait for now.”
"It's a pity, it's a pity that I can't see the whole thing." Xiao Shisan smiled blankly and looked at him pleadingly: "Can you let me kill the second master!"
Seeing Zuo Wuzhou nodding, Xiao Shisan was overjoyed. He struggled, and with the strength he didn't know where he came from, he slashed Lin Qixiong's body one after another. Excitement and resentment were mixed together, like a kind of evil that hurts others and himself.
The most poisonous poison: "That's enough, I'm enough. I killed the eighth grade, I'm enough!"
Zuo Wuzhou didn't tell him that Lin Qixiong was completely dead.
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Until Lin Qixiong was chopped to pieces, Xiao Shisan was sluggish and curled up with his thin body, crying and laughing: "Master Zuo, thank you!"
"I like people to call me Zuo Wuzhou." Zuo Wuzhou sighed sadly.
"Hey, Zuo Wuzhou." Xiao Shisan's eyes were very dim, like an oil lamp about to go out: "Actually, Xiao Shisan is not my name!"
"My real name is Wang Yuan, the king of princes, the abyss of abyss!"
After a long time, Zuo Wuzhou closed Xiao Shisan's eyes with a light hand: "Wang Yuan, the king of princes, the abyss of abyss. I remember it."
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After searching the bodies of the Lin family, they picked up several packages that were taken away by the Lin family. Zuo Wuzhou took the packages with him with satisfaction.
Seeing the young man hugging Wang Yuan's body and walking towards him step by step, Cui Anyu's legs were trembling: "You, what do you want to do? My surname is Cui, and my second grandfather is Soul Martial Lord. If you dare to kill me, I will call you
Second Grandpa will kill you."
"Soul Martial Master?" Zuo Wuzhou was stunned. He carefully looked at the beautiful young woman in front of him, stretched out his hand to pinch the young woman's wrist, and touched her with his soul power. He thought to himself: "It turns out that I only have a fourth-grade cultivation, so there is nothing to worry about!"
Cui Anyu's soul was about to fly away. She was favored by her second grandfather in the Cui family, but no one in the Lin family dared to speak harshly to her, but this young man in front of her might kill her!
Even though the young man in black robe looked pale in the night, he still had a sense of gloominess. He was as terrifying as a devil!
"Since your surname is not Lin, let's go!" Zuo Wuzhou walked straight past Cui Anyu and moved straight forward.
His voice, whether because of the wind or because of itself, seemed low and cold: "I don't want to kill anyone tonight!"
Cui Anyu's body and heart seemed to be frozen, suffocated, and stopped. When the black-robed boy finally walked far away, the ubiquitous bone-chilling chill and the terrifying feeling faded away...
Cui Anyu, however, engraved one night in the depths of her heart, a young man of steel, an aura that made her tremble and fear.
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The moon sets, the sun rises, the stars move, and the jungle returns to peace.
Only the smell of blood and the corpses on the ground stubbornly announced to people that there had been a thrilling battle of life and death here.
Maybe until one day, the corpse will rot, the blood will disappear naturally, and no trace will be found anymore.
But just over ten hours after the bloody night, a middle-aged man in Jinyi appeared here with a gloomy face. The middle-aged man in Jinyi didn’t say a word. After checking each corpse, he looked at Lin Qixiong’s corpse again.
Killing intent.
The middle-aged man in Jinyi's eyes were filled with an endless aura of violence. The aura was so violent that he stretched out his hand to scratch the tree trunk. He walked back and saw corpses lying on the roadside.
When I arrived at the tunnel entrance, I looked at it coldly for a while, then turned around and ran back!
The middle-aged man in Jinyi shouted coldly: "Lingbiso!"
Sniffing around in an extremely indecent manner, he chose a direction. The middle-aged Jinyi moved faster and faster. He sniffed the scent all the way and hurried all the way!
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A place was chosen and Wang Yuan was buried.
After recovering from his injuries, Zuo Wuzhou calmly opened the collected packages one by one. After looking at only a few things, he was suddenly pleasantly surprised: "I made a lot of money this time!"
He also didn't expect that intercepting and killing the Lin family would actually bring such great benefits. It was an unexpected surprise. For a moment, he couldn't help but want to continue developing the great and glorious career of robbing the party.
He suppressed his random thoughts, laughed dumbly, and carefully checked the items in the package!
Not only was it a profit, it was simply a huge profit!
Naturally, the things that the Lin family took with them when they fled were the most precious things! No one could have imagined that all of them would fall into his hands, giving him an advantage!