On the official road heading to Luye City, three fast horses galloped past. Riding the black horse was a handsome young man of seventeen or eighteen years old. He wore a blue scholar's shirt and shook an ivory folding fan. He had fair skin and was suave. The rider The rider on the bay horse is a fifteen or sixteen-year-old bookboy with a delicate appearance. The rider on the yellow gelding is a middle-aged servant, tall and fierce-looking.

The three of them were Yin Sheng, Ximo and Zhao Lingzun who were eager to return home. The three horses were riding very fast and they could cover more than a hundred miles in an hour. As they were running, a small town appeared not far away from the official road ahead. The little book boy Xi Mo Daanda said: "Sir, let's have lunch in the town, take a rest and slow down the power, how about that?"

Yin Sheng nodded and said, "Okay, we will hit the top in this town at noon." The three horses rushed towards the town. After a cup of tea, they arrived at the intersection of the town, but they saw that the town seemed empty. There is a sign stuck diagonally in the sand by the roadside, with seven words written in blood, "Huangfeng Town, trespassers will die!".

Seeing that the blood on the sign was still wet, the three of them were very surprised. Zhao Lingzun and Yin Sheng looked at each other, and Yin Sheng said: "Uncle Zhao, let's go in and take a look. Maybe we can eliminate harm to the people!" Zhao Lingzun nodded. So the three of them He rode slowly into the town,

I saw that the town was not very big. There were only a few hundred households in the house, and the signs of the shops on the streets were all there. However, no matter the residents or the shops, every house was closed, the chickens and dogs were not heard, and there was no sound. Zhao Lingzun used his internal strength, He yelled, "Is there anyone in town?" Unfortunately, there was no sound except the echo in the wind.

The little book boy Ximo took off the short sword from the saddle and held it in his hand. He looked around and was a little panicked. However, seeing that the young master and Uncle Zhao both looked calm, he seemed to be less panicked. Yin Sheng said in a deep voice: "Is there something wrong? The devil appeared and killed everyone in this town?"

Zhao Lingzun shook his head and whispered: "It doesn't look like it. There is no one on the street, and everything is neat and tidy. It's as if the residents knew about it and packed up their things in advance to escape. Could it be that there are horse bandits coming? Robbery? That doesn’t make sense! How could the horse bandits allow the townspeople to escape in advance?"

A whirlwind blew up, blowing up the dust on the roadside, adding to the weirdness of the town. Ximo was a little scared, and his teeth chattered, "Why does this town look so scary? We really need to be more careful on the roadside. That bloody sign is so scary! How about we go, I feel like this town is haunted?"

Yin Sheng said softly, "It doesn't matter, let's walk further in the middle and take a look!" The three of them urged their horses and walked slowly towards the center of the town. When they came to the crossroads in the center of the town, the three of them stopped their horses because they finally saw A shop was open, but it was a coffin shop. At the door of the coffin shop, there were three brand new thin-skin coffins. Seeing these three coffins, Yin Sheng's heart suddenly sank.

As soon as Xi Mo turned around, he suddenly screamed, which startled Yin Sheng and Zhao Lingzun. Yin Sheng quickly asked, "What's wrong, Xi Mo? What happened?"

Ximo stammered and said incoherently: "Mr. Gongzi, I, I, just now I, I saw, on the road, on the houses on the roadside, there are ghosts! There really are ghosts! Those ghosts, some, some Some were wearing bright red clothes, some were wearing black, black clothes, and some were wearing white clothes, and they disappeared in a flash!"

Zhao Lingzun was furious, secretly raising his spirits, and shouted like a bolt from the blue, "Who is pretending to be a ghost here? Get out of here quickly, you, Uncle Zhao Lingzun, are here! I'm sorry that you are just a cowardly and cowardly person.

, you can only do dirty things like crowing and stealing, but you dare to come out and fight with you, Uncle Zhao, for three hundred rounds?"

Zhao Lingzun cursed on the horse for a long time, but no one answered. Except for the occasional strange wind, there was no sound in the town. Zhao Lingzun turned around and looked at the open coffin shop a hundred steps away, looking at the front of the shop

There were three thin-skinned coffins. Zhao Lingzun knew clearly that this store was a trap, but Zhao Lingzun still bravely urged his horse forward.

Yin Sheng suddenly said: "Uncle Zhao, this town is really weird. Why don't we leave instead of wasting time here? We won't do anything wrong."

Zhao Lingzun didn't speak, just shook his head slightly, wondering if this kid was stupid? The three thin-skinned coffins at the door of the coffin shop were clearly meant for the three of us. Where do you want to go? After entering this town, what's the point?

Can you leave? Zhao Lingzun urged his horse to walk towards the coffin shop, and Yin Sheng and Ximo had no choice but to follow behind.

Still thirty steps away from the coffin shop with the black plaque of "Wanshouju", Zhao Lingzun suddenly raised a qi force and struck the coffin in the middle with a palm. The red qi force condensed into the palm wind was like a bolt of lightning.

, directly penetrated the coffin. You must know that Master Zhao Lingzun’s Fiery Palm Technique is famous for its strength and violence. If this palm is struck, even if it is thirty steps away, the coffin will definitely be smashed into pieces!

Wherever Zhao Lingzun's sharp palm wind touched, sand flew and rocks flew. The moment the palm wind was about to hit the coffin, the coffin suddenly flew upwards more than ten feet high, barely able to avoid the palm wind. The coffin remained motionless in the air.

However, the coffin lid came straight towards Zhao Lingzun, and it came with a fierce force. Zhao Lingzun was furious and struck out with another palm. In the wind of the palm, the coffin lid exploded in mid-air and flew away, breaking the window lattice of several surrounding shops.

Yin Sheng and Xi Mo looked at each other in shock, this coffin could really be haunted? Zhao Lingzun split the coffin with his palm, and the coffin flew into the sky to avoid the sharp blow, and the coffin lid could fly over and hit people on its own.

Zhao Lingzun's heart sank. With such a fierce palm, he could not push back the coffin lid, but only exploded in the air. This showed that the opponent's strength was not weaker than his own. If he was alone now, it would not be a big deal.

Just run away, but what to do with Yin Sheng and Xi Mo next to you? Zhao Lingzun sighed, maybe I, Old Zhao, will have to deal with them here today.

Zhao Lingzun shook his head hard and forced himself to give up these unlucky thoughts. Zhao Lingzun cheered up and struck the coffin with no lid in the air several times. The coffin dodged twice in the air and successfully dodged the two strikes.

, but failed to dodge the third palm. With a click, the coffin was smashed to pieces by the powerful fire palm.

Before the coffin exploded, something was seen rising up from the coffin. A shapeless thing wearing black clothes, with disheveled hair and no face, was hanging in the air. Ximo shouted in horror: "That's it."

A ghost! Among the black ghosts I saw on the house just now was this one! Why did it appear in the coffin again? It’s haunted! Master, I’m so scared!”

Yin Sheng had calmed down and comforted Ximo: "Don't be afraid, this ghost is pretending to be someone. If it comes close to you, you can just hit it with your knife." Ximo's teeth chattered nervously and he held the knife.

Yin Sheng's hands were shaking non-stop, and Yin Sheng smiled bitterly. This kid was too timid. If that "ghost" really flew in front of him, he would probably be so frightened that he wouldn't be able to hit him with a knife.

The "ghost" voice in mid-air was so cruel that it made people's hair stand on end when listening to it in broad daylight, "Zhao Lingzun, you actually split the coffin that will hold your body. You are so bold that you will die without a burial place!"

Zhao Lingzun looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, "Stop hiding, you mother, you are obviously a killer organization that claims to die in your coffin no matter how long you live, what are you pretending to be? Uncle Zhao just saw the words 'Wanshouju'

At that time, I thought it was the name of the coffin shop, but now I understand that those three words are the name of your killer organization!"

The largest killer organization in Dashang Jianghu is called Luoyuge, and the most mysterious killer organization is the "Wanshouju". It is said that Wanshouju kills people. If you kill a few people, you will prepare a few coffins, and there will be writing on the lid of each coffin.

, "Longevity, live here forever." It means that no matter how long your life is, as long as Wanshouju wants to kill you, he will definitely kill you and put you in a coffin, and it is said that the murderer never fails.

The "ghost" in black sneered in the air, "Zhao, have you guessed all this? You are indeed brave and knowledgeable! As expected, someone offered a thousand taels of gold to buy the heads of the three of you. Now it seems that you

Your head is really worth the price!"

Zhao Lingzun was so angry that he held the horse's rein tightly with his left hand, spat, and cursed loudly: "You want to buy the heads of my master and servant with a thousand taels of gold? Who are you scolding? Tell me your name quickly.

, Zhao’s undead and nameless ghosts!”

The ghost in black laughed loudly, "I am Murong Changping, one of the four ambassadors of Wanshouju. I heard that you, surnamed Zhao, have reached the first level of martial arts, so I issued a military order in front of the sect master and came here to take your title.

On the head, if you know the truth, get off the horse and die. The great hero of Liaodong Dao, Sunzi Da, who is known as the first-level martial arts realm, was not killed by me with my own hands?"

Ximo, who was riding on the horse, heard that this man claimed to be Murong Changping, the envoy of Wanshouju, and that he was not a ghost. Then he put his heart back in his stomach and his hands stopped shaking. Yin Sheng on the side became nervous. Since this man

It is said that someone offered a thousand taels of gold to buy the heads of his master and servant. It is obvious that he came prepared and the person who came was not good-natured.

Zhao Lingzun looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, "What four bullshit ambassadors from Wanshouju? It's not that Uncle Zhao looks down on you, it's actually that Uncle Zhao has been in the world for many years, but he has never heard of your name. How can you measure how capable you are as a nobody? Since you don't

If you come here to die according to your own ability, then Uncle Zhao will simply show his kindness and help you, beating you to the top of the four dead, so that you can live up to your name!"

Murong Changping was so angry that he jumped down from mid-air and hit Zhao Lingzun. Zhao Lingzun jumped up from the horse, obviously faster than Murong Changping, and the two of them collided shoulder to shoulder in the air.

Together, Murong Changping was knocked seven feet away by Zhao Lingzun, bleeding from the corner of his mouth. Zhao Lingzun was also knocked back more than two feet, and the blood in his body surged.

Murong Changping turned over from the air and landed on the ground. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. His whole face twitched involuntarily, and then he put away the contempt in his heart. The opponent in front of him was obviously much more powerful than he thought. Wanshouju Assassin's Place

Xi's martial arts is weird, like Murong Changping, he is only at the second level of strength, but he is not weaker than a few first-level martial arts masters.

Last month, Murong Changping and Soul Chaser Yelu Hongzhong teamed up to attack and kill Liaodong's first-class master Sunzi Da on Liaodong Road. Although it was a sneak attack, it also proved from the side that Wanshouju's death-killing messenger was not weak.

.It was precisely because of the easy killing of Sun Zida that Murong Changping became arrogant. From then on, he did not take the masters of the first-level martial arts realm in his eyes.

Now that he had a head-on collision with Zhao Lingzun, Murong Changping realized that he was no match for the man in front of him in a head-to-head fight, so he panicked. Zhao Lingzun knocked back Murong Changping, and his confidence increased greatly. It turned out that this deadly messenger was no more than two

Although Zhao Lingzun was a little confused, how could the opponent with only second-level strength blow up the coffin lid in the air when facing each other instead of the coffin lid flying backwards?

Seeing Zhao Lingzun knock Murong Changping back with one blow, Xi Mo and Yin Sheng felt at ease. One of them stood with his horse's head forward, the other with his horse's head facing backward. They stood back to back, holding their weapons tightly to guard against sneak attacks from all around.

Murong Changping was knocked back seven feet by Zhao Lingzun. Feeling ashamed, he rushed forward again and bumped into Zhao Lingzun. Zhao Lingzun sneered and rushed towards Murong Changping again.

When the two were about to collide, four palms came out and struck each other. The red and black energy burst out with a dazzling light. This time Murong Changping was knocked back fifteen feet away, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

, his face was pale. Zhao Lingzun stepped back seven feet away, and it was obvious that his face was not relaxed.

Murong Changping took a breath and cursed loudly: "Yelu Hongzhong, you bastard, if you don't take action, you are going to

Are you waiting to collect the body for me?"

There was a loud noise, and the lid of the coffin on the left side of the coffin shop door was pushed over from the inside. A "ghost" wearing bright red clothes and disheveled hair clumsily crawled out of the coffin. This stupid red-clothed ghost

The killer twisted his neck and said angrily: "Murong Changping, you idiot! You can't even deal with such an old ghost and disturb my good dreams."

Murong Changping wiped the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and smiled coldly, "Yelu Hongzhong, even I slapped this old ghost and I was hit until I vomited blood. If you don't accept it, why don't you rush up and try it yourself? I

I believe this old ghost Zhao Lingzun can beat the shit out of you!"

Among the four ambassadors of Wanshouju, Yelu Hongzhong, who is known as the soul chasing messenger, raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes were full of disdain, and smiled: "You Murong Changping are a waste, don't drag me with you! Such an ugly old ghost, you actually

If you can't take it, you still have to call me out. It's really insulting the reputation of our Wanshouju. Go away and watch me!"

Murong Changping shook the sleeves of his robe, sneered, and stepped back a few feet. He stood aside and took the opportunity to regain his composure. He wanted to see how the shameless Yelu Hongzhong made a fool of himself.

Yelu Hongzhong swaggered forward a few steps, curled his lips and said: "Old ghost Zhao, I am Yelu Hongzhong, the soul chasing messenger from Wanshouju. I advise you to cut off your head and give it to me. I can report it to the sect master and spare your life."

."

Zhao Lingzun looked up to the sky and laughed: "That bullshit messenger from Wanshouju turns out to be a psychopath! Then please cut off your head and give it to me with both hands, and I can spare your life!"

Yelu Hongzhong said angrily: "Old ghost Zhao doesn't know how to praise me. This envoy will send you back to the west now!" As he spoke, he shook his hands, and there were two small round saws in his hands. The saws were as big as the mouth of a sea bowl, and they were sharp and sharp.

, shining coldly in the sun, the saw is held in the hand, and there is a small hand guard.

Yelu Hongzhong rushed towards Zhao Lingzun, shaking the saw up and down with both hands, obviously not wanting the enemy to know where the weapon was cutting, and muttering something in his mouth: "Chasing the soul saw, hook the soul, saw the heavenly cap up, saw the toes down, trafficker's pawn."

Fear, princes and ministers are worried, even if they are thousands of miles away, they will not leave behind their souls..."

When Zhao Lingzun saw Yelu Hongzhong holding a strange weapon that he had never seen before, he did not dare to be careless. He stared at Yelu Hongzhong to see if he was still two feet away from him. He jumped to the left to guard against his opponent.

He suddenly dropped the killer, then raised his qi force fiercely, and slapped his palm like lightning. The red qi force flew through the air like a sword, with the sound of wind howling, and went straight to Yelu Hongzhong's heart.

I saw Yelu Hongzhong's figure moving and twisting strangely and uglyly in the air, like a fat duck with a flexible body, barely able to escape Zhao Lingzun's fiery palm wind that came like lightning. Zhao Lingzun saw that his body movements and

The weapons were all so weird, so he didn't dare to be careless. He activated his qi again and again, and drew circles with his hands, like a red mask, to protect his body.

Yelu Hongzhong turned back to Murong Changping and sneered: "Murong Changping, you are really a waste. This old ghost Zhao is so terrible in martial arts. He is just a thief who protects himself. Before I took action, he was scared to death and hid.

I don’t even dare to show my head when I get up!”

Murong Changping was so angry that his eyes were like lights. He opened his eyes and was about to curse, but suddenly he shouted in horror: "Yelü Pig Head! Be careful!"

Murong Changping here had just exclaimed when Zhao Lingzun took advantage of the moment when Yelu Hongzhong and Murong Changping turned around and were distracted by talking, and approached Yelu Hongzhong like lightning, hitting Yelu Hongzhong firmly on the chest with his palm.

After Yelu Hongzhong realized it, Zhao Lingzun pressed his palm on his chest. He didn't react until Zhao Lingzun pressed his palm on his chest. He couldn't even lift his Qi machine to carry it hard. The blow from the fiery palm was so strong that Yelu Hongzhong flew over ten feet away and fell to the ground, vomiting blood.

, a moment later, he got up from the ground and cursed: "Old ghost Zhao, you fucking attacked me!"

Zhao Lingzun smiled coldly, "The two of them were fighting for their lives. You are only a second-grade person, but you dare to be so powerful. Uncle Zhao didn't beat you to death with one palm. He just left some room to give you a small lesson.

, why don’t you come here and thank Uncle Zhao for not killing him?”

Yelu Hongzhong was furious and yelled at the third coffin, "Yelü Dalu, get out of here! My brother has been bullied, why don't you come out and avenge him?"

The third coffin suddenly stood up on the ground, and the coffin lid fell down with a clang. A "ghost" who looked very similar to Yeluhong Zhong, but was dressed in white, came out and said lazily: "Fart!

I am the elder brother and you are the younger brother. When was it not that you were beaten and I came to avenge you?"

Yelu Hongzhong was furious and cursed, "Fart, I am the elder brother. I was born earlier than you, so of course I am the elder brother."

Yelu Dalu said: "You only came out a little earlier than me, so what does it matter? I don't care about that. In short, I am more capable than you, so I am your brother."

Yelu Hongzhong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "You are more capable than dad, are you also his brother?"

Zhao Lingzun saw that these two people were talking incomprehensibly. He obviously had a brain problem. He thought that Wanshouju was a killer organization, but how could they get two bastards to serve as messengers? The names of the two brothers were Hong Zhong Da Lu, I think.

They are just two mentally retarded idiots. It is difficult for such two people to practice martial arts to the second level.

Zhao Lingzun lowered his face and shouted: "You two farted one at a time, are you done now? You need to start quickly, Uncle Zhao has to go on his way, and he doesn't have time to play with you two mentally retarded people here!"
Chapter completed!