Outside Chang'an City, in the pavilion.

Above the sky, sword lights were everywhere, and two figures were intertwined. Ding Hongsheng and Li Taibai had long since disappeared, leaving only the dwarf man and the charming woman standing there.

Beside the carriage, Wang Yi stood with Jie Chen with a solemn expression.

The dwarf man jumped down from the pavilion and approached with a smile and murderous intent. He looked at Wang Yi and Jiechen carefully and asked what Li Taibai had just asked, "Who comes first?"

Wang Yi smiled softly and looked directly at the dwarf man, "There are some things that Lao Li can say that others may not be able to say."

The dwarf man laughed loudly, "Boy, you are very courageous. I admire you. My name is Zhao Wu, and the woman next to me is Mo Yuqing. She is my wife. We are different from Leader Ding. He is here to repay the favor, so are we."

Zhao Wu rubbed his hands gently, with a wicked smile on his face, "Someone paid a big price to buy your life and that of the old monk Jiechen. Although we have no grievances in the past and no enmity in recent times, who can't live with money?"

The corners of Mo Yuqing's mouth raised slightly, and her slender hands slowly brushed the jade flute at her waist, "Brother, when you get down there and meet the King of Hell, don't forget to tell us our names."

But the hand that was brushing the jade flute suddenly froze in place. It turned out that Wang Yi had a long sword in his hand at some point, lying horizontally in front of him.

Jiechen patted Wang Yi's shoulder lightly, indicating that he should fight against the two of them. Wang Yi shook his head.

Wang Yi didn't know the realm of the two people, but Master Jiechen was still injured on the long street. Although he was also injured, the medicinal materials Wang Si had brought for him before, plus the time spent walking along the way,

My cultivation level has recovered somewhat.

Mo Yuqing chuckled, and then slowly walked towards Wang Yi who was holding the sword. Zhao Wu chuckled and started to move at the same time.

, the long knife behind him flew out instantly, and he took the lead.

Wang Yi used his sword to fly the long knife away with one hand, turned around, thrust out the sword, and aimed at Mo Yuqing.

When Mo Yuqing was still fifty feet away from Wang Yi, her figure quickly flashed past, leaving a trail of afterimages behind her, and she rushed towards Wang Yi.

The two were instantly entangled, exchanging fists and kicks, and then Zhao Wu remembered the flying long knife and attacked Wang Yi from the flank.

Upon seeing this, Master Jiechen flew out the Buddhist beads in his hand, blocking the blow and protecting Wang Yi's side.

The jade flute on Mo Yuqing's waist was covered with her right hand to block Wang Yi's sword skills, and her left hand aimed an extremely cruel move at Wang Yi's chest. Wang Yi blocked the jade flute with his sword in one hand, and then kicked Mo Yuqing's chest with both feet.

With the help of his strength, he flipped through the air and came to the top of Zhao Wu's head. Then he pointed the long sword in his hand at Zhao Wu's head and stabbed it hard without mercy.

Zhao Wu's long sword was entangled with Jiechen, unable to break free, and could only watch Wang Yi fall.

Ding.

In the distance, Mo Yuqing reacted and threw the jade flute in her hand to block Wang Yi.

With a sword, Wang Yi was knocked down far away.

As expected of a couple, they work well together.

In fact, Wang Yi did not dare to trust him. If the other party dared to assassinate them, their level would naturally not be low. Therefore, Wang Yi secretly used the swordsmanship taught to him by Li Taibai, but this still made Wang Yi feel very troublesome.

After slightly stabilizing his body, Wang Yi let out a long sigh and glanced at Li Taibai and the man named Ding Hongsheng who were entangled in the sky. For a moment, it seemed impossible to tell the winner.

"Wonderful, wonderful, Mo Yuqing and Zhao Wu, who are both famous in the underworld, can't even kill a small life. You should just commit suicide and save my hands from going back."

On the eaves of the pavilion, there was a woman in a red dress clapping her hands and sitting there with a red umbrella beside her. Her expression could not be seen clearly through the gauze on her face.

The moment Mo Yuqing saw the woman, her face turned pale. Zhao Wu lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the person.

"Hongyu, we agreed that we would kill Jiechen and you killed Wang Yi. Why didn't you do it just now and now you come out and make sarcastic remarks?"

Hong Yu disagreed and laughed mockingly, "Why can you two join forces and kill Xingjun's characters, but now you can't even kill an injured Zhenming?"

Not to be outdone, Mo Yuqing said, "Wang Yi is your target, not ours."

As an assassination organization, the Underworld naturally has an extremely strict system. The Underworld is divided into three levels, killers with human characters, killers with earth characters, and killers with heaven characters. Zhao Wu is a killer with earth characters, but Mo Yuqing is a real killer with heaven characters.

The word killer is more than enough to deal with the injured Jie Chen.

The highest ruler of the underworld is the King of Hell. Below him are two guardians, and a woman. She likes to wear red clothes and carries a red umbrella when traveling. When she walks out of a pair of red embroidered shoes, the target dies. There is no rumor about this woman.

She is in charge of the power of life and death in the underworld, and no killer who fails to complete their tasks on time can escape her punishment and be tortured to death by her.

No one has seen her take action because everyone who has seen her is already dead.

Hongyu stood there, looking down at the distracted Wang Yi, "Your name is Wang Yi? Very good, someone paid for your life. Originally, I gave this task to these two losers, but waste is waste,

Didn't kill you."

"Then let me kill you now. My name is Hongyu, red red, white jade."

After saying that, a man in red clothes floated down, and without waiting for Wang Yi to react, he rushed towards Wang Yi in an instant.

Wang Yi stopped testing and poured out all the starlight from his body. At the same time, above the sea of ​​​​stars, the Golden Crow star suddenly lit up and rotated slowly.

On the mountain in the distance, when the Taoist priests were releasing all their energy, a carriage slowly drove over and stopped not far away.

When the young Taoist leader saw the carriage, he gritted his teeth, strolled over, and saluted the carriage respectfully: "

I have met King Yan."

The butler on the side opened the curtain, and King Yan, who was wearing a python robe inside, bent down and walked out of the carriage, stood on the ground, and stretched.

"Taoist Master Gao is so elegant that he stays up in the middle of the night and comes here to do this. Could he have some ulterior motive?"

The young Taoist priest named Gao Xuechen did not show any panic. Now that King Yan had discovered this matter, he had nothing to hide.

"Haha, the prince is joking, but there are some things that have to be done."

King Yan clasped his hands behind his back, showing no anger to himself. He looked at the two people fighting in the sky with a longing expression. Who wouldn't yearn for the romance of Li Taibai, the last man in the world fifty years ago?

"Let's go back."

Gao Xuechen was speechless. He stepped forward and stood side by side with King Yan. Looking at the countless sword lights in the sky, he sighed that Taibai Swordsman was a true swordsman.

"Whether you go back or not, it doesn't matter what the prince says."

King Yan frowned slightly, and the aura from his body suddenly surged out. The surrounding trees were instantly cut off, and a dozen Taoist priests not far away spurted out a mouthful of blood, looking depressed.

Gao Xuechen glanced at everyone and waved his sleeves to help them relieve their injuries.

"I didn't expect that the prince is not only a master in the art of war, but also has an unattainable level of cultivation."

King Yan waved his hand and said, "Forgive me, I heard your Gao Xuechen's compliments, and my ears hurt. Also, are you an incarnation? Your incarnation is only one of the three pure beings transformed into one qi, so there's nothing I can do about it?"

Gao Xuechen put his hands on his abdomen and said to King Yan, "How dare you? You would never dare to make such a big deal in front of King Yan."

King Yan looked disgusted, and glanced at Gao Xuechen, the disgust in his heart reached the extreme, "Tell me how many wrong things your lineage has done since your master left."

"First, your self-righteous senior brother used his body's energy as a guide to try to turn all the energy in the world into one thing with the Ming's energy. As a result, he suffered a backlash and died."

"Your second senior brother, who was originally a good and long-lived man, committed suicide to prolong the life of my nephew. He exhausted his life span and died at the age of thirty."

"Now that you are participating in the war between the three religions again, why do you have to wait until the end when only the younger junior brother who is your master and apprentice is left?"

Gao Xuechen stood there, still smiling and saying nothing. King Yan glanced at it, and then punched out, passing through Gao Xuechen's body. However, Gao Xuechen was very strange. After his body was punched, no blood flowed out. His expression was indifferent.

He just looked at King Yan, and then slowly disappeared in the wind.

The housekeeper and Mr. Ge were stunned on the spot. They did not expect that the prince would take action like this and beat Gao Xuechen to death directly.
Chapter completed!