Chapter 212

"Poof..."

Murongba, who was stabbed in the heart by a black man's dagger, suddenly vomited a mouthful of bloody blood.

Blood was dripping from his mouth.

Then along the clothes, drip to the ground.

Hiss Hiss Hiss

The blood flows through the clothes, and the clothes are instantly corroded.

Along with the hard ground, small holes have also been eroded out.

The poison on the dagger is transmitted to the whole blood through murongba's heart.

If the poison is diluted by blood, it can be so corrosive.

Presumably, at this time, murongba's internal organs had already been eroded.

The next second, Murong's face was black, and his hands were trembling at Murong Qianjun.

I'm just going to kill him.

Then his whole body was hard and fell to the ground.

After a while, he was dead and became a corpse.

It's so easy for Xuanwu to die.

"What a tyrannical venom." Xiao Yi is also surprised.

"The owner The owner of the house. " A group of Murong family martial artists are in a mess with different looks.

There are panic, sadness, fright, but more, anger.

"Beast." Several elders of Murong family look at Murong Qianjun and Murong Xuan with awe inspiring intent.

The Murong family is a big family.

There is still a basic cohesion.

If the head of the family is killed, the people of the clan can't be indifferent.

One by one, the momentum of the people began to soar, ready to move.

"Looking for death." The man in black looks cold, surging momentum, pressure Murong family members.

The strength of one man was too much for them to breathe.

"Hum." The man in black snorted scornfully.

A group of Murong family members, one after another spit blood to hit fly.

After a group of Murong family members got up again, they were gnashing their teeth with hatred.

Murong Qianjun and Murong Xuan are just two ants and one Dongxuan.

But the men in black in the blood fog Valley made them helpless.

"Breaking the mystery of nine." Xiao Yi has been watching, no action.

Until then, there was a slight movement.

"Although I don't know how you invited the blood fog Valley killer."

Xiao Yi looks at Murong Qianjun and Murong Xuan.

"But it was him who took away my uncle Xiao Zhong."

Cold and sharp eyes, straight at the man in black.

"So what." Murong Qianjun sneered.

"No, just ask clearly, so as not to kill the wrong person." Xiao Yi sneers and makes an instant move.

A very hard barrier, wrapped Xiao Zhong.

Then, the figure flashed, and the bloody sword stabbed the man in black.

"A little one broke the mystery five, but also dare to attack me, beyond his capacity." The man in black disdains a smile.

With a wave of the big hand, the dagger originally inserted in Murong BA's body immediately returned to his hand.

"Cover the sea." Xiao Yi gave a big drink.

Like the tide, the sound of sword attacks the man in black.

"The highest level of martial arts?" The man in black was shocked.

"Blood mist cut."

As soon as the man in black makes a move, he is a high-level martial arts skill.

Boom, sword sound and dagger collision, send out a burst of roar.

But as a result, it is obvious that the sea cover is dominant.

The man in black is hit by the sound of sword.

The dagger came out of his hand.

Then the sword sound hit him without hindrance.

"Poof." The man in black vomited blood, and his face showed the color of panic.

It was obvious that his lifeless eyes reflected a huge wave.

Like the tide of sword sound, continuous fight to him.

His steps, too, are constantly retreating.

Deng, Deng, Deng,

every step backward, there is a fishy blood gushing out in the mouth.

After ten or more steps of retreat, the sound of sword disappeared, and he finished the retreat.

However, the blood has dyed his clothes red.

His face, too, became very pale, apparently seriously injured.

At the same time, the color of panic on the face is more intense.

That kind of helpless and panic like standing alone in the sea, facing countless huge waves, without any resistance, is beyond human endurance.

The killer of blood fog Valley, now looking at Xiao Yi's eyes, completely changed.

It was a fear from the heart.

"How strong." A group of Murong family members showed joy on their faces.

They also seem to want Xiao Yi to kill the man in black.

"Blood dagger, stand up for me and kill that little trash." Murong Qianjun ordered angrily.

The man in black didn't move. It's not that he didn't want to move.

Instead, he can't move.He had already been shocked by the sound of sword, and his Qi and blood were surging in his body.

The bones on the limbs are broken.

If he moves, it is likely that his limbs will be abandoned.

The top martial arts skill of the earth level passed down by the split sky sword devil is so domineering and powerful.

What's more, Xiao Yi, a monster with a huge air spring, was used.

It's impossible for a simple nine to break the mystery.

"Die." As soon as Xiao Yi's bloody sword comes out, he takes the head of the man in black.

Whoosh, just at this time, a figure appeared beside the man in black.

With a pair of delicate hands, Xiao Yi's sword is easily shaken back.

"Well?" Xiao Yi is surprised and returns with his sword.

The comer was a woman, about 17 or 8 years old, with a good face, which could be regarded as a beautiful city.

There was a cold look in his brow.

That kind of cold breath of rejecting people thousands of miles away, let people see that she is not a good person.

"Sister." Murong Qianjun was delighted.

"Murong jiao'er." Xiao Yi frowned.

Speaking of it, it is the first time I have seen this nominal fiancee.

No, they've already retired. They have nothing to do with each other.

Of course, Xiao Yi is not interested in this kind of woman.

But at first, I was surprised.

Moreover, in his perception, Murong jiao'er is the triple cultivation of breaking the metaphysics.

"Miss jiao'er." The man in black kneels down respectfully in front of Murong jiao'er.

"Xiao Yi." Murong jiao'er, ignoring the man in black, looks at Xiao Yi instead.

"It seems that it is you who really please move the blood mist valley." Xiao Yi said in a cold voice.

"Not bad." Murong jiao'er answered coldly.

"Of course, that's because of you."

"You destroyed my Murong family."

"My brother and I had to go away."

"My brother and Murong Xuan came to the Murong house in Beishan."

"But I was lucky to meet a strong man and was accepted by this strong man as a disciple."

"Now, he is a senior disciple of the elder of Xuewu valley."

Murong jiao'er, looking at Xiao Yi haughtily, "do you think that you are now, Xiao Yi?"

"It's no longer that trash.

"It's a strong man who can even wipe out such monsters as the Murong family in Beishan."

"You can be proud and feel great?"

"More feeling, that year I abandoned you, released you my engagement."

"It will be my loss. Should I regret it?"

"No Xiao Yi shakes her head lightly.

"Oh?" Murong jiao'er's haughty look was slightly stunned.

"Oh." Xiao Yi faint smile, "to a dead person, need to have what feeling?"

"What?" Murong jiao'er is surprised.

The next second, Xiao Yi has made an instant move.

He abducted Xiao Zhong and tortured him into such a state.

If he does not kill the people in front of him, he will not give up.

Who dares to stop, only death.

"Cover the sea." Xiao Yi gave a big drink.

Like the sound of the sword, it comes out again.

The man in black and Murong jiao'er have no strength to fight back.

The man in black was directly engulfed by sword sound and fell on the ground. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Murong jiao'er, then gradually retreat, several want to be injured.

"Presumptuous."

Just at this time, a cold voice came.

A bloody man, in front of Murong jiao'er.

And the sound of Xiao Yi's sword disappears in an instant.

"Di Yuan Jing." Xiao Yi's eyes are sharp.

Blood fog Valley, as the first killer force in the kingdom of Yanwu.

The killers in it have a clear class.

Black, on behalf of ordinary killers.

Blood clothes are at least deacons.

"Jiao'er, are you ok?" Asked the bloody man.

Murong jiao'er shook her head and said, "thanks for uncle Xuetu, jiao'er is OK."

Xuetu, a martial artist in Diyuan, is one of the famous killers in Xuewu valley.

"Are you the trash of the little family that used to tangle with jiao'er?" Xuetu looks at Xiao Yi coldly.

"Tangled?" Xiao Yi gave a cold smile.

"You have no right to sneer in front of me." Xuetu's tone is cold.

The momentum of Di Yuan state is extremely overbearing and oppresses Xiaoyi.

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the third shift.

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