Mistress, I am a real gentleman

Fang Sheng couldn't believe it at all.

He obviously didn't hold back his powerful Vajra Palm.

How could it be possible to heal him with one palm.

He determined that Lin Pingzhi was returning to the light and resisting stubbornly.

The corners of Lin Pingzhi's mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes were full of amusement.

Previously, the two fought nearly a thousand.

Killed eight hundred.

Now there are less than 200 people left, although their martial arts are all excellent.

But I am full.

Are you afraid that they will all be injured?

"Want to die?" Lin Pingzhi flicked the Leng Yue Ghost Saber.

A condensed saber energy shot towards Fang Sheng.

Fang Sheng was shocked.

But at this moment, how could he not be at the end of his battle?

"puff!"

Fang Sheng spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards.

"Master Fang Sheng!"

Taoist Tianmen and Lu Jinrong immediately helped Fang Sheng up.

Xue Muhua also hurried over to check Fang Sheng's injuries.

With a solemn expression, he took out a pill from his pocket and stuffed it in for Fang Sheng.

"Master Fang Sheng, you have been seriously injured. The pill is to suppress the sword energy in your body. Your injury will take a long time to recuperate."

Fang Sheng blinked his eyes.

He dared not speak.

Because once you open your mouth, you will move your whole body with one hair.

His body would immediately be ravaged by Lin Pingzhi's berserk saber energy.

Resulting in death.

Everyone looked at Lin Pingzhi in horror.

They didn't expect that Fang Sheng would actually "beat" Lin Pingzhi back to life with one palm.

And the strength is not weaker than the original.

Fang Sheng, the most famous and martial artist among them, was seriously injured by one blow.

Now, they don't know what to do.

They all looked at Xue Muhua.

Xue Muhua is one of the organizers.

Although his martial arts is not high.

But his status in the arena is relatively detached.

Yue Buqun and Fang Sheng, who were the most skilled in martial arts, both fell down one by one.

The only thing they can count on is Xue Muhua's spiritual support.

Ding Mian's face was extremely ugly.

His Songshan faction was originally the head of the Five Sacred Sword League.

But at the hero meeting in Juxianzhuang, he didn't show up a few times at all.

All the scenery was taken away by Yue Buqun.

This is what pissed him off the most.

And he felt that Yue Buqun probably learned the evil sword technique.

Otherwise, the sword technique he used was extremely powerful, and it wasn't any of the Five Sacred Sword Techniques.

Not even a shadow of Wuyue swordsmanship can be seen.

Obviously, this is another martial art.

Although he could see it.

But other people didn't see it.

In addition to this sword technique, Ding Mian has never seen it before.

Even if he killed him with one bite, Yue Buqun was using the evil sword technique.

As a hypocrite, he made a few sophistry, but no one paid attention.

But what he didn't understand was that both Fang Sheng and Yue Buqun were defeated and fell into a coma.

Taoist Tianmen and Lu Jinrong beside him didn't come to rely on him at this time.

Instead, he looked towards Xue Muhua?

In terms of reputation, Xue Muhua is higher.

But Ding Mian of his Songshan School is not bad either.

And among those present, he is the only one with the highest martial arts.

But now, Ding Mian is hard to say.

He could only look at Xue Muhua, and asked with some dissatisfaction: "Master Xue, what should we do now?"

When Xue Muhua heard Ding Mian's question, he quickly looked towards Lin Pingzhi.

Now he doesn't know what to do!

So many people died.

Those who were alive were basically injured.

As for combat strength, only Ding Mian has the highest martial arts.

If things go on like this, they won't be able to stop Lin Pingzhi and the others at all.

"Forget it, let's all get out of the way." Xue Muhua wanted to prevent more people from dying.

Had no choice but to give in.

He looked at Lin Pingzhi, disappointment flashed in his eyes.

"Mo Zunlou, this time we lost. If you still want to kill people, just kill me and let them go. If you don't kill them, please leave here."

Xue Muhua said slowly.

Right now, he has no choice.

Lin Pingzhi ignored Xue Muhua.

His eyes were still cold.

Holding the Lengyue Ghost Saber, practicing Qingshang with his arms around him.

He came in front of Qu Wuyi.

Except for Qu Wuyi, the other three leaders are all ready to go.

They were very afraid of Lin Pingzhi's sudden attack.

Lin Pingzhi's gaze towards Qu Wuyi softened.

"Thank you," he said softly.

Immediately afterwards, he retracted the Leng Yue Ghost Knife, and carried A'Zhu back again.

"You're welcome." Qu Wuyi also responded coldly.

Doubt and curiosity appeared in her heart.

What kind of person is he?

Why each identity can cause such a big sensation in the Jianghu.

Why is his disguise technique so brilliant that he can't see any flaws?

Lin Pingzhi couldn't guess Qu Wuyi's thoughts, nor did he want to guess.

He looked at the three of Yilin who had fainted on the ground, and a flash of apology flashed in his eyes.

With the current identity, there is no way to recognize them.

Fortunately, only Qu Wuyi could see his eyes.

After carrying A'Zhu back, Lin Pingzhi led Lian Qingshang towards the gate of Juxian Manor step by step.

All eyes were on Lin Pingzhi's figure.

This man with a woman on his back and a woman in his hand.

It will be a nightmare in their sleep.

A pool of blood had already formed on the ground.

Every step that Lin Pingzhi took while leading Lian Qingshang, there would be some blood sticking up.

When he landed, the blood returned to the pool again.

Surrounding him were the corpses of a bunch of heroes.

This scene, in the eyes of everyone, is like Shura hell.

The god of hell, just returned from hell.

No one dared to speak out, no one dared to stop.

Lin Pingzhi used his actions to prove that he was someone they couldn't afford to mess with.

You Tanzhi, who was originally hiding behind Ding Mian, stared fiercely at Lin Pingzhi's back.

His eyes were full of killing intent.

He gritted his teeth, wishing he could eat his flesh and drink his blood.

But now Lin Pingzhi is leaving!

He was tangled in his heart.

If you don't take revenge for this revenge, you won't be able to take revenge in the future!

"what!"

You Tanzhi roared angrily.

He snatched the iron sword from Ding Mian.

Ding Mian froze for a moment.

He didn't expect You Tanzhi would dare to go up to die.

"Chonglou, I'm going to kill you!"

You Tanzhi roared angrily, he rushed towards Lin Pingzhi.

Seeing this, Xue Muhua immediately wanted to stop it.

"Nephew You Xian, don't be impulsive! Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge!"

However, to no avail.

Because You Tanzhi is very close to Lin Pingzhi.

Lin Pingzhi turned his head indifferently.

His eyes stared at You TanZhi.

You TanZhi was stunned for a moment.

He was frightened by the killing intent in Lin Pingzhi's eyes.

The iron sword that was originally held high was also lowered involuntarily.

Chill hit his whole body.

Trembling, unable to stop for a moment.

At this moment, You TanZhi seems to be in the Asura Hell.

A gleam flashed in Lin Pingzhi's eyes.

His lips moved slightly.

No one heard what he said.

But at this moment, You Tanzhi put the iron sword on his neck.

Xue Muhua was shocked immediately.

"Nephew You Xian, don't!"

He rushed forward quickly, trying to stop it.

But You Tanzhi swiped directly.

Blood spurted from his neck.

When Xue Muhua arrived, You Tanzhi had already collapsed powerlessly.

"No! Nephew You Xian!"