Jun Ziqian frowned coldly, and the lingering wind swept out by the jade fan also disappeared under the finger wind.
At this moment, the woman looked at the man in front of her with hatred and shock.
With just one move, dozens of masters were killed!
So superb...and ruthless!
He is indeed the God of War, King Qin, who is known as both immortal and evil!
Mo Zhu and the others all breathed a sigh of relief. In their hurry, they had forgotten about their master's superb martial arts.
In the pool of blood and among the corpses, the man looked back and smiled. He was dressed in beautiful clothes and his fan was as white as snow.
He is full of fairy spirit, and his lips are curled up in a smile. He is not as gentle and elegant as jade, nor is he as pure as a fairy.
It destroys hundreds of flowers and trees, turns human souls into ashes, and is also a frightening evil charm.
Jun Ziqian has always been ruthless towards his enemies. He is enchanting and charming. He shakes his fan and chuckles: "The red sleeves move one of the four protectors, Rouge!"
Her voice is as beautiful as a clear spring, and her face is as beautiful as a banished immortal, but it can make your ears tremble, your heart tremble, your eyes and your soul tremble.
The woman was shocked that he knew her identity so well!
It seems that there is no way to avoid this life and death disaster today. Yanzhi's eyes were sinister and he laughed: "Jun Ziqian, you kill my master and destroy my sect. Today... you and I will fight to the death!"
What she is talking about is that her former master and her former classmates were all destroyed by Jun Ziqian, and now only a scattered group of people are left holding on for dear life.
If it weren't for the new master as the backbone, their red sleeves would have been disbanded long ago.
Jun Ziqian closed his jade fan, his eyes were evil, and he smiled lightly: "It's a small sect, but it's just struggling to the death."
He still doesn't see it.
That faint smile, with a strange and evil charm that no one can resist, men, women, old and young, is bewitched and addicted, giving rise to a kind of fear... If you sink, you will never recover!
This man, both on the outside and on the inside, is a terrifying existence to the world.
Yanzhi, who was almost confused, suddenly felt a chill in her heart.
When she regained her composure, she sneered: "Do you think I only brought so many people?"
As soon as he finished speaking, two figures jumped out from the left and right, attacking Jun Ziqian at extremely fast speeds...
No, it should be said that they threw the hidden weapons, poisons, even poisonous needles and poisonous powder in their hands at Jun Ziqian.
Mo Zhu and others were startled and went up to protect their master.
Those four people are notorious poison ghosts, good at poisoning, they are the most ferocious killers and the most violent demons. It is true that they are famous in the world, but they are also known to make people become frightened and change their temper even when they talk about it.
Unexpectedly, these four people actually entered the Red Sleeve Recruitment.
This is a big killer!
Mo Zhu and others were frightened. Their master was not good at poisoning, so they rushed over to protect him.
Yanzhi laughed wildly: "Jun Ziqian, do you think that no matter how great your martial arts skills are, your poison skills are also good? Haha..."
The four poisonous ghosts threw almost all the poison they carried into Jun Ziqian.
Jun Ziqian's eyes are dark and sinister, and he waves his jade fan, just like the flower of forgetfulness blooming on the other side. It is extremely beautiful, leading you to the road to the underworld!
"ah!"
Several screams surrounded my ears...
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Three days later, Xinghua Village.
It is summer, the busy farming season.
The life of farmers is very regular. They always get up at sunrise, then start working non-stop, and don't rest until after sunset.
Cutting the rice, threshing and drying the rice, shoveling the seedlings, picking the seedlings and then planting the seedlings.
The hard-working villagers put on bamboo hats and carried sickles and worked hard in the fields, just for this whole year's income.
The old man Xiao from the house next door stepped on the muddy field and straightened his aching waist: "Hey, it's useless because I'm old. I used to be able to finish it in one morning, but now the sun is going down.