Chapter seven hundred and ninety-eight blood wash safflower
"This... Master Murong, although these more than a hundred people are highly skilled in martial arts, we are not fools. If you insist on having your own way, don't blame us for joining forces with the Red Flower Society!" The old man who first started to speak looked ugly.
He said to Murong Fu.
"Huh, you guys take yourselves too seriously. If I say you're not allowed to leave, I'm not allowed to leave. Otherwise, you can give it a try!" Murong Fu didn't use any pretense, he just said what he wanted to do.
I'm going to kill you all.
Everyone looked very ugly, but no one dared to step forward first. Everyone understood that there is still hope in fishing in troubled waters, and if you force yourself to step forward, you will die faster.
Murong Fu knew that these people could not work together, otherwise he would have to consider whether to make enemies of these two hundred people in the martial arts world.
"Chou'er," Murong Fu suddenly turned his head and glanced at Li Mochou, "Don't let anyone get away."
"Yes!" Li Mochou bowed in response, and then a cold voice came from under the mask, "One team, two teams and three teams, strictly guard all exits from the Red Flower Guild Hall. If anyone is found escaping, he will be killed on the spot.
Four teams, five teams and six teams, kill all the people from the Red Flower Club in the guild hall. The order can be carried out without any mistakes!"
"Yes!" The disciples in red responded in unison, and then the red shadow flashed, half of the people and horses jumped towards the outside of the hall, and half of the people and horses rushed towards the Red Flower Society disciples in the hall.
"Quick, send the signal!" Such a situation was unexpected for Zhao Banshan. Even though he had seen a lot of strong winds and waves, he couldn't help but panic for a while, and it was a little awkward to speak.
Not to mention him, most of the people in the Red Flower Club were still in a daze. Those disciples with low martial arts skills were beheaded by more than a dozen people in an instant. Not long after, the disciples of the Red Flower Club who were guarding the hall were beheaded.
Kill them all.
All the leaders reacted and hurriedly stepped out to meet the Blood Shadow Hall disciples.
And as Xu Tianhong, the seventh master, screamed loudly, the four doors of the hall opened wide, and dense crowds of Honghuahui disciples poured in. For a moment, the huge hall was packed with people, and the guests rushed to one place and occupied the space.
The person in the southeast corner of the hall had no intention of helping.
In the rest of the place, except for Murong Fu, Cheng Lingsu, Li Yunzhi, Luo Bing and a few others in the middle, they were all disciples of the Red Flower Club and disciples of the Blood Shadow Palace who were fighting.
The core disciples of the Blood Shadow Palace kill people like crazy. Each of them carries hundreds of lives on his hands. In addition, they have learned killing techniques and have very deep internal strength. Naturally, they are not comparable to the disciples of the Red Flower Society. A quarter of an hour has passed.
, those who died were basically the disciples of the Red Flower Society, but there were no casualties in the Blood Shadow Palace.
Zhao Banshan and Xu Tianhong, who were standing at the top of the hall, felt their hearts sinking. Zhao Banshan temporarily assumed the position of chief rudder, while Xu Tianhong was known as "Wu Zhuge" and was the chief military advisor of the Red Flower Society. Naturally, the two of them could not
Fighting hard at the end, I was extremely anxious.
"Have you notified the chief helmsman?" Zhao Banshan asked in a deep voice.
"Before leaving, the chief helmsman only said that he had important things to do, and finally met at the palace. He didn't say where he was going. There was no way to inform him." Xu Tianhong said with a bitter smile.
"What about the old helmsman?"
Xu Tianhong shook his head and said helplessly, "Old helmsman, the dragon has been missing these days. He came back once before, but there was no trace of him again. I don't know what he did."
"What can we do..." Zhao Banshan was extremely anxious, but he always maintained a calm look on his face.
"Mr. Murong, you...how could you do this?" At this moment, Luo Bing was heartbroken. He watched each of his brothers die in front of him, but he couldn't save him. There was a heartbreaking pain in his heart.
"How could I do this? Since the Honghua Society dares to offend me, it must be prepared to pay the price. Hum, I am not a small-minded person, but whoever touches my reverse scale will be killed."
No matter what," Murong Fu replied coldly.
His eyes quickly glanced at the people in the hall. Once he found that someone in the Blood Shadow Palace was in danger, he would use his fingers to shoot out a burst of energy and kill his opponent.
It’s not that he loves the disciples of the Blood Shadow Palace. You must know that the reason why there are so few core disciples in the Blood Shadow Palace is because the survival rate of the Blood Shadow Palace is extremely cruel. Every batch of disciples selected into the Blood Shadow Palace will have
, 80% will die, and the remaining 20% if there are missing arms or legs, or serious injuries that cannot be cured, will also be kicked out of the Blood Shadow Palace, and in the end less than 10% will be left.
Normally, when people from the Blood Shadow Palace go on missions, they are responsible for life and death. There is no such thing as protection from the peak. But tonight's situation is special. The Red Flower Society has a large number of people. It is not that easy to completely eliminate them. In addition, it is necessary to
Going to Prince Bao's Mansion to settle matters with Prince Bao, Murong Fu had to conserve his fighting power as much as possible.
Li Mochou, on the other hand, fought with seven or eight heads of the Red Flower Society. These seven or eight people were all first-rate in martial arts, and some even had super-first-rate existences. There was quite a tacit understanding in joining forces, so Li Mochou had to deal with it carefully.
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Luo Bing gritted his teeth, finally no longer hesitated, jumped out, and got entangled with a Blood Shadow Palace disciple.
Murong Fu frowned slightly, but did not stop him. Luo Bing was originally a member of the Red Flower Club. She had not taken any action before, but was only concerned about Wen Tailai and wanted to fight for Wen Tailai's chance of survival. But after seeing so many brothers killed and injured, she couldn't bear it after all.
Condemned by his own conscience, he took action angrily.
"Mr. Murong, is this a bit too much?" Suddenly, Hu Fei, whose injury had improved slightly, said to Murong Fu.
He didn't have a good impression of the Red Flower Club, but he didn't have any bad feelings either. He just felt that what Murong Fu did was against the orthodox principles of martial arts. After all, only people from the Demon Sect would kill everyone in their family at every turn.
Murong Fu glanced at him lightly and said, "The Red Flower Society has changed. It is better to clean it up. Otherwise, it will bring disaster to the world. Hu Daxia is dedicated to tracking down the real culprit who killed your father. Doesn't he also want the murderer to be executed?"
"I always pay attention to eradicating the roots of the crime. If I only pursue the perpetrators this time, they will definitely be unhappy, and they may attack my woman again next time. I don't want to take this risk."
When he mentioned the words "my woman", he glanced at Cheng Lingsu with a vague look. This was obviously meant for Cheng Lingsu.
Cheng Lingsu's face turned slightly red, and the words she wanted to persuade Murong Fu came to her lips and were swallowed again.
"Chi chi chi... ah ah ah..." In the hall, there was a mixture of sounds of gold and iron, shouts of killing, and screams, and strength and palm power were everywhere.
The people of the Red Flower Society were almost one-sided and died tragically at the hands of the disciples of the Blood Shadow Palace. However, the people of the Blood Shadow Palace were not having an easy time either. Murong Fu was unable to rescue them. More than ten people had fallen, and there were no less than three others.
Ten people were injured.
Some people in the martial arts world who are good friends with the Red Flower Club can no longer help but help the Red Flower Club and join the battle group. Most of these people's martial arts are at the first-class level, but they can withstand some Blood Shadow Palace disciples and the Red Flower Club.
There were also many elite disciples, and for a while, the killing speed slowed down greatly.
Among them, Miao Renfeng, who had the highest martial arts skills, stood in the crowd and did not take any action. He was also very dissatisfied with Murong Fu's behavior, but because he was concerned about his daughter's safety, he resisted the idea of taking action.
Murong Fu frowned slightly. If this continues, he might end up with a tragic victory. He turned his eyes and suddenly said, "Chou'er, don't get entangled with them. Let's clean up the disciples of the Red Flower Society first."
As soon as she finished speaking, Li Mochou forced everyone back with a wave of her hand. Her jade hand slowly rested on the hilt of the sword at her waist. With a soft "pop" sound, the long sword was unsheathed, and a powerful sword energy shot into the sky.
"What kind of sword is this? It has such strong sword energy!"
The leaders looked at the simple long sword in Li Mochou's hand, and were horrified. However, the blade of the sword only flashed away, and then a white light lit up, like a huge lightsaber.
"No, hide now!" Shi Shuangying shouted, but she saw Li Mochou waving his "light sword" and slashing at everyone with his sword. The light of the sword, which was several feet long, almost swept half of the hall.
All the masters came back to their senses and jumped up one after another. The thirteenth master was a step too slow and before he could jump up, he saw the light of the sword was about to come, and immediately put the iron oar in his hand in front of him. The next moment, he heard "Pfft"
"With a soft sound, the figure of Thirteen Head Jiang Sigen froze in place.
"Thirteenth brother!"
"Brother Thirteen!"
Everyone was horrified and shouted, but Jiang Sigen didn't respond at all. With a "bang", his body fell to the ground and was broken into two parts at the waist. A pile of red intestines lay out. What was shocking was that Jiang Sigen's upper body
, is still moving, with his eyes wide open and his hands waving as if to grab something.
"Thirteenth Brother!" After everyone landed, they quickly came to Jiang Sigan's side, their faces full of grief.
Li Mochou also stared blankly at the ancient long sword in his hand, with surprise and shock in his eyes. This was naturally the Pingping sword that Murong Fu brought back from Xia Ke Island. Murong Fu found it troublesome, so he kept
Leave it to Li Mochou to carry.
Li Mochou had never had a chance to make a move. He had never tried the power of this sword. He just had an idea and pulled it out. Unexpectedly, he killed a leader of the Red Flower Society with one sword. The power was terrifying. Of course, if
She knew that this sword would be more powerful in Murong Fu's hands, and she wondered if her eyes would fall out of shock.
Soon, Li Mochou came to her senses, but she put the Ping Ping Sword back into its sheath, picked up a long sword from the ground, and charged into the crowd. In her opinion, these people were not worthy of being killed.
Killed by the master's divine sword.
The leaders of the Red Flower Club were shocked. They knew Li Mochou's martial arts. The seven leaders joined forces and Shang Cai could barely withstand it. How could ordinary disciples have this ability? As expected, with Li Mochou joining,
A dozen disciples of the Red Flower Club died in an instant.
The seven masters were about to step forward to restrain Li Mochou, but at this moment, a white shadow flashed in front of their eyes, and one more person appeared, it was Murong Fu.
"Murong... Young Master!" The seven of them were all startled. Then they remembered that Murong Fu, the most mysterious and unpredictable martial artist, had not yet taken action. They couldn't help but feel cold, fearing that the Honghua Society would really be doomed.
But at this moment, four figures rushed over at the same time. Two of them were Zhao Banshan and Xu Tianhong, while the other two, to Murong Fu's expectation, were Miao Renfeng and Li Yunzhi.