"Hiss! That's Zhang...tian?!"

"This is the son of the prime minister of the current dynasty. He was beheaded in this wilderness!"

"Who is that person? Even the prime minister of my Daxia Dynasty dares to offend him. Then aren't we..."

Looking at the ferocious bloody head in the field, the people who had just calmed down became panicked again. Hundreds of powerful guards disappeared strangely, and Zhang Tian, ​​the son of the prime minister of the dynasty, was also beheaded, which immediately made them extremely frightened and fled regardless of the fate.

"A bunch of idiots! Isn't it a chance for the enemy to defeat each one? Is it a chance for me to stop!" Xiao Hong, the young marquis of the Wanhu Hou Mansion, shouted coldly, but his words were no longer effective. Except for a few smart guys gathered around him, the others rushed down the hillside in panic, and they were all determined to escape from here as soon as possible.

They are not ordinary people with a life of grass, they are the most powerful princes and nobles of the dynasty. They still have a great future, with a lot of wealth and beauties waiting for them to squander and enjoy, and they don't want to die here.

Escape!

As long as they can escape from here, escape from the Yueling Mountains, and enter the official jurisdiction of the Daxia Dynasty, no one can move them with their overwhelming power. Unfortunately... they can't even walk out of this small hill.

"Puff!"

Every three breaths, a person who fled desperately fell to the ground, and the shouts came to an abrupt end. Until the last person died, it was only half a cup of tea that had passed away, and the surroundings became silent again, and the atmosphere suddenly became extremely depressed.

"Who is it? If you have the ability, stand up for this marquis. What kind of heroes are hidden in the dark?!" Xiao Hong, the young marquis of the Wanhu Hou Mansion, looked as if he was ashen, and could not hold back his anger, and shouted loudly.

"Haha, as you wish!" A ghostly figure walked out of the dark shadow, holding a sharp knife dripping with blood, and came to the bonfire.

"It's you, Wu Zhan?! Aren't you dead?" The little marquis of Wanhu Hou Mansion took a breath as if he had seen a ghost, and couldn't help but scream.

"This is impossible! You have committed suicide by jumping into the lake and being completely frozen by Hanbing Lake. You will never be able to be alive!" Princess Xia Qin's confidant maid Li Yue'e was also disgraceful and no longer had her previous graceful demeanor, and she screamed.

With a chuckle, Wu Zhan was too lazy to talk nonsense to these people. He shook his body and bullied him. Taking advantage of the great opportunity of their dazed moment, he drew a strange arc in his hand, killing the son of the imperial capital, and at the same time, turning his left hand into a fist, raising his arm, and directly shattering the throat of the son of Shangshuling.

In this way, only Xiao Hong, the young marquis of Wanhu Hou Mansion, and Li Yue'e, the confidant maid of Princess Xia Qin, were left in the field.

"Decisive action, ruthless means, and this cold and calm expression, as if killing someone is as relaxed and natural as breathing. Is this the soft egg who can't stand the blow and commits suicide?" Xiao Hong, the young marquis of the Wanhu Hou Mansion, narrowed his eyes sharply. He could hardly imagine why, in less than a day, the guy who could bully in his eyes became a terrifying murderous devil.

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Hong, the young marquis of Wanhu Hou Mansion, opened his eyes and took the initiative to attack and punched Wu Zhan in the field.

He is the young marquis of the Wanhu Marquis Mansion. Not only is he very skilled in martial arts, he has also successfully condensed eight divine patterns, which has a great possibility of breaking through the barrier of the immortal mortals and stepping on the immortal demon platform. It is naturally very different from those killed candids.

"Hmph! No matter whether you are a human or a ghost, I will give you my life!" Xiao Hong, the young marquis of the Wanhu Marquis' Mansion, soared his fighting spirit. His martial arts are already much stronger than Wu Zhan in the Great Xia Kingdom. In addition, the huge advantages of the eight divine patterns, he has full confidence to kill Wu Zhan in the Great Xia Kingdom.

Princess Xia Qin's confidant maid Li Yue'e sneered and regained her calmness. Although she was puzzled how Wu Zhan, who was supposed to die, did all this, no matter what, Wu Zhan, who had been broken up by the divine patterns, was definitely not the opponent of Xiaohou Xiao Hong.

However, the development of the situation on the field was beyond the expectations of the two. However, after a few rounds of confrontation, Xiao Hong, the young marquis of the Wanhu Hou Mansion, was suppressed and could only struggle to support and had almost no power to fight back.

"What kind of tactics are you doing? It's definitely not the martial arts of Zhenyuan Hou's family. Who are you?" Xiao Hong, the young marquis of Wanhu Hou Mansion, roared repeatedly. His martial arts were obviously as good as Wu Zhan, but under Wu Zhan's strange and mysterious attack, his strength could only be exerted by 20% or 30%, and he was so depressed that he was almost vomiting blood.

"Special battle with Jeet Kune Do!" Wu Zhan smiled mysteriously, grabbed a rare gap, and fisted the antelope with his right fist, and punched him away with a mysterious angle that the little marquis Xiao Hong could not imagine.

"You are all forcing this!" Xiao Hong, the young marquis of Wanhu Hou Mansion, vomited blood, stroked his chest with his hands, and stood up with difficulty. He obviously suffered significant internal injuries, but his expression was extremely ferocious, without any fear, but was mixed with a hint of madness.

I saw Xiao Hong, the little marquis, put his hands together, and his face showed a strange light. He quickly recited a magical spell. A little golden light escaped from his eyebrows, and quickly condensed into golden patterns like water waves. A powerful pressure suddenly burst out from him.

"Eight Divine Patterns?" Wu Zhan's eyes shrank slightly, and he turned around without hesitation to escape from the battle circle and ran down the hillside. After digesting and absorbing Wu Zhan's life memory in the Great Xia Kingdom, he was not unfamiliar with the power of the Divine Pattern. When the other party had completely activated the Divine Pattern, he naturally would not foolishly fight with the other party head-on.

"I want to run away? It's too late. If you don't tear you into pieces today, it will be hard to relieve my hatred!" Xiao Hong, the little marquis Xiao Hong, had a ferocious and crazy look on his face, and formed a strong contrast with the increasingly dazzling golden light on his eyebrows, and chased Wu Zhan like a meteor.

Seeing that the immortal demon platform was about to open, if he had no choice, he would never actively activate the divine pattern and consume the divine pattern power he had finally condensed. However, in order to save his life, he had no choice but to do it, which invisibly reduced his confidence in successfully attacking the barrier of the immortal mortal. In this way, he naturally hated Wu Zhan to the core and would never give up until he killed Wu Zhan.

"Swoosh!"

A golden sword condensed from the divine pattern cut through the void and slashed Wu Zhan, who was running forward in an extremely fast manner. If Wu Zhan hadn't reacted quickly and dodged quickly, he might have been split in half just by this blow. A huge deep pit had been cut out of the place where he had just settled, and the ancient trees around him were also cut off in half.

"Is this the power of the divine pattern? It's really terrifying!" Wu Zhan's eyes were slightly shiny, as if they were running away quickly, and they seemed extremely embarrassed, but there was no panic at all, luring Xiao Hong to continue to move into the depths of the jungle.

"Hmph! You can't escape. I have locked your aura firmly with the divine pattern. I will kill you today!" Xiao Hong, the little marquis, grinning, and doing nothing, preparing to use more divine pattern power to launch a fatal blow on Wu Zhan. But at this moment, he was shocked to see a headless corpse running towards his vision. What shocked him was that the headless corpse was so familiar, with its snow-white clothes, and the rare purple marrow warm jade that showed its identity on his waist. Then his eyes turned into endless darkness...

With a muffled sound, the headless corpse in front fell to the ground after rushing for a distance, and the head of the little marquis Xiao Hong also fell to the ground. The golden light at the center of his eyebrows instantly disappeared and there was no vitality anymore.

Until his death, Xiao Hong, the young marquis of Wanhu Hou Mansion, did not understand how he died.

"There is another!" Wu Zhan, who had returned, glanced at the corpse on the ground indifferently, walked to the middle of two ancient trees in the sky, reached out and put away a very tight iron wire soaked in blood, and then sank into the darkness.

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Chapter completed!