Whoosh!

A group of seven young men in the gorgeous clothes were driving their horses down the mountain. A stone the size of a fist suddenly rushed out of the dense forest, as fast as a strong arrow, and suddenly reached the sky above the heads of the seven people.

The stone suddenly expanded and exploded, shattered into six small pieces, scattered like a comet and shot out, penetrated into the heads of six guards.

The six people fell down straight from the horse's back without saying a word.

"this……."

The young man in the gorgeous clothes looked at this scene in amazement. Before he could even feel fear, a voice rang in his ears: "Hello, Mr. Leng, goodbye Mr. Leng."

Then he felt a palm gently pushing his head.

Click!

The young man in gorgeous clothes swirled around his neck, making a crisp sound like fried beans.

Half an hour later.

Da da da da da!

A cavalry galloped on the mountain road and rushed towards Wanren Villa.

In a short while, they arrived at the entrance of the villa. Two armed guards were about to stop drinking, but their eyes swept away. When they saw the knight on the horse, they couldn't help but look stunned.

"Leng... Master Leng, why are you back?"

"Go and inform the owner of Zhuge. I will say that I still have an important matter to discuss with him, and this matter is related to the Seven Killings Sutra..."

Song Mingjing turned over and dismounted.

At this moment, he disguised himself as the "Leng Young Master", and then spoke in an arrogant tone, with a vivid expression.

The guard also knew his identity as the son of the prime minister, so he dared not neglect it. A guard said respectfully: "Young Master Leng wait a moment, and the younger one will go and report to the owner of the manor immediately."

As he said that, he bowed and walked away quickly.

Not long after, Zhuge Shiba rushed over, and his kind face was swept away. When he saw the figure of "Mr. Leng", he said anxiously: "Do you have news about the Seven Killings Sutra? Come quickly!"

The former Seven Killing Lord taught Zhuge Shiba's secrets of using various weapons, and it was a shame that he was not the true successor of Seven Killing Lord after all, but because he did not obtain the most core Seven Killing Palace Secret History and Seven Killing True Sutra.

A strange color flashed in Song Ming's eyes.

Now his reputation as the "Black-handed Demon Lord" has resounded throughout the world, and when talking about the Bob-handed Demon Lord, he cannot bypass the Seven Killings Sutra, but Zhuge Shiba looked completely unaware of it.

But it is reasonable to think about it. After all, Zhuge Shiba has been living in Wanren Villa for many years, so the news is naturally a bit blocked.

"Master Zhuge may not know that the Seven Killings Sutra has appeared in the world, and this period of time has caused chaos in the world..."

Song Mingjing walked slowly towards Zhuge Shiba, but his breath was not emitted, but his murderous intent was restrained.

"Don't keep it in front of me, say everything you know."

Zhuge Shiba frowned, put aside his kind disguise and said coldly.

At this moment, the horse in front of the villa suddenly raised its head, and a long neighed, bent its front legs and fell down.

"Huh?" Zhuge Shiba couldn't help but turn his eyes and was attracted by some attention.

Hula!

The strong wind sounded, and Song Mingjing turned into a shadow and suddenly shot out. The surging air flow collided towards Zhuge Shiba like a wall, and a palm was slammed out, and the seal hit Zhuge Shiba's chest.

Unlike the speed of moving like thunder, this palm does not have any waves, and it seems to contain no force in it. It is soft and powerless, as if it is about to fold a bouquet of flowers, not a powerful killing move.

But when this palm was about to touch Zhuge Shiba's body, the white palm suddenly turned red, like a big red-hot iron plier. The terrible high temperature made Zhuge Shiba's scalp explode, and his whole body felt like he was in a melting pot, and his body would be melted in an instant.

Zhuge Shiba's eyes were so angry that he was almost instinctively leaning against him.

However, it was still one step late.

Although he avoided the vital points on his chest, Song Mingjing hit his right arm with his palm, but when he heard the sound of "cracking" cracks, blood blooming like a flower.

Zhuge Shiba screamed, and his entire right arm was torn off and flew out.

"Leng Hua? No! You are not Leng Hua!"

Zhuge Shiba was full of energy and pulled away, and his face twitched violently due to severe pain.

"Zhuge Baiwan, my good disciple, do you still recognize him as your master?" Song Mingjing's throat moved and made a vicissitudes of life. At the same time, his arms were flapping, and a loud bang. Large pieces of blue bricks on the ground rolled out, and under the fierce energy, they all hit Zhuge Shiba.

"Qian Killing Lord!"

Zhuge Shiba screamed, his expression was extremely frightened, and his face was distorted.

Of course, Song Mingjing had never heard the voice of the Qikilling Langjun, and he could not imitate it, but Zhuge Shiba had a ghost in his heart, and the Qikilling Langjun had been dead for more than 20 years.

Moreover, the information revealed in Song Mingjing's words also shocked Zhuge Shiba.

Zhuge Baiwan is his real name, but he abandoned it twenty years ago. Apart from the Qikilling Lord, who else knows his real name?

"Impossible! I threw you into the Echo Valley with my own hands. How could you still be alive?"

Zhuge Shiba cut off one arm, and the fire poison invaded from the wound, turning the rivers and seas into his body, wantonly destroying the meridian acupoints. At this time, he thought that the Qikilling Lord came to seek revenge on him, and his mind was lost, and it was even more difficult to suppress.

A large piece of blue bricks hit him, knocking him out of the way.

Song Mingjing jumped up and came to the scene like an arrow from the string. He punched Zhuge Shiba's heart. The fierce force immediately poured into his internal organs and broke like tofu in an instant.

Zhuge Shiba stared at Song Mingjing with wide eyes, but there was no rest at all.

This top martial arts master who is proficient in all kinds of weapons was so scheming that Song Mingjing had almost no use of it when he was unintentional. He killed him in the blink of an eye and died in great aggrievance.

In fact, even the neighing of the horse was the result of his secretly hiding a sensation, just to lure Zhuge Shiba into his mind.

The two guards opened their mouths wide and looked at the scene in panic. Although they were holding weapons in their hands, they were trembling and trembling. They did not have the courage to avenge their own owner.

Song Mingjing waved his hand, and the two guards threw away the weapons in their hands and fled away in a mess.

"What happened? Where did the noise come from?"

"Ah! The owner of the manor is dead!"

But at this time, a large group of guards and servants rushed out of the villa. Seeing Zhuge Shiba's bloody death, they all looked in disbelief. They exclaimed for a moment that everyone had lost their backbone and were in panic.

Song Mingjing ignored him and walked straight to the village. A guard and servants looked unstable and retreated one after another, giving up a passage.

Swish! Swish!

Several guards watched him walk past him, looking at each other without any defense, with a harsh look on their faces, and suddenly waved their swords to slash at his vest.

Song Ming did not look back at the camera, and punched him with his backhand, hitting the blade that was slashing, but he did not even have a white mark on his fist. Instead, the steel knife was shattered by a punch.

The fragments burst out and penetrated the throats of several guards almost at the same time!

"Escape!"
Chapter completed!