Killing requires understanding people first!
The state of a master can also have its ups and downs.
Seizing the enemy's weakest mont for a fatal blow is Zhao Jinci's secret of winning with the weak over the strong!
Therefore, this sword strike is inevitable!
And this sword is extrely poisonous!
"Die!!"
Zhao Jinci roared in her heart, and the poisoned sword in her hand kept approaching!
Closer! Closer! Just a short distance away!
Zhao Jinci was unprecedentedly focused, so she didn't notice the flash of golden light quickly passing before her eyes.
Szz!!!
The sword lightly pierced Fang Yu's body.
And at that mont, Zhao Jinci's head flew high.
The headless body sprayed blood madly and slowly fell down.
The woman behind widened her eyes, covering her mouth in a shocked exclamation.
"Sister?!!!"
Thud.
Zhao Jinci's body fell.
The famous Poison Marrow Sword, Zhao Jinci, just like that, forever laid down in this ordinary small inn.
The cold floor beca her final resting place.
Her sister, Zhao Yinxin, slumped on the ground, unable to believe as she looked at the headless body.
As the head, which had flown high, landed on the ground beside her, Zhao Yinxin tremblingly reached out to pick up her sister's head.
"No..."
"No!!!"
Her eyes turned red, her hair disheveled, she suddenly looked upward.
That youth, like an Asura, who single-handedly repelled all the inn's enemies, stood as a War God, calmly watching her.
"You're next."
Zhao Yinxin escaped.
Holding her sister's head, she got up and turned to flee!
Behind her was the entrance to the inn, and she almost instantly reached the entrance.
But the next mont, she felt the wind.
A fierce wind followed instantly like a storm!
Right behind! Right at her back! Very close! Very close!!!
Zhao Yinxin almost reflexively struck backwards with a whip!
Snap!!
The whip missed!
Clearly, her senses told her the enemy was behind her, her years of experience told her this whip should land at this position.
But the whip still missed.
Before Zhao Yinxin could react, a large hand suddenly covered her face like a curtain of darkness.
"Wait..."
Boom!!
Zhao Yinxin barely had ti to plead, as her head was slamd downwards heavily onto the ground by the large hand.
The intense pain, accompanied by ringing ears, left her dazed, her vision blurring a little.
As she saw the boy's fist raised once again to smash into her face, Zhao Yinxin suddenly awoke in shock.
"Wait..."
Her words had just started when the fist suddenly punished down again.
At that mont, ti seed to slow down. She almost watched that massive fist shadow grow larger and larger in her eyes until it nearly obscured all her vision.
She's going to die.
This was almost her last conscious thought.
Because in the next mont...
Boom!!!
Her head was smashed into the ground ten centiters deep, the floor cracked, her head burst, she didn't even have ti to react before becoming a headless corpse like her sister, joining her on the journey.
"Huff..."
Fang Yu pulled his fist out of the pit, thick blood dripping from his fist onto the ground.
But before he could relax his Spirit, his eyes suddenly shifted, his head tilting slightly.
Whoosh.
Sothing brushed past his cheek.
Fang Yu saw clearly that it was a sword, an excellent sharp sword.
He turned his head, looking in the direction from where the sword was thrown.
[Zhao Wutian: 500/500.]
The guy who threw the sword still maintained his throwing posture, yet to fully swing his arm, that furious glare, and his trembling body, seed he was at the peak of his anger.
However, Fang Yu didn't feel he had done anything wrong.
His sight shifted slightly from the swordsman.
His gaze fell on the old man beside the young boy, who was wearing a bitter smile and shaking his head with a sigh. Fang Yu tilted his head slightly, wiped the remaining blood off his face, and spoke.
"Do you also want to dance?"
Humblebane Plague didn't understand what the words 'also want to dance' ant.
But he was certain, he definitely didn't want to be an adversary to this Monster!
Yes, the only way to describe this person is as a Monster!
Lin Yi Yuan, Poison Marrow Sword, Bone Piercing Whip... which of these people isn't a top-notch talent in the circle, who has made a na for themselves with their strength!
But these few people, before this Monster, didn't last a few rounds, and were directly taken down, mostly killed on the spot!
Humblebane Plague considered himself stronger than those people but not strong enough to kill them round after round.
So, there's no doubt, his initial feeling was not wrong.
This guy... is rather tricky!
And he personally has absolutely no intention of opposing this person!
Money can be made again, but once life is gone, everything is truly gone.
But his disciple, Zhao Wutian, obviously acted impulsively...
"Misunderstanding! Sir, there's a misunderstanding, we didn't..."
"Demon! If you have the guts, fight ! You kill without rcy, how are you different from a demon!"
Humblebane Plague was still smiling apologetically, but his disciple Zhao Wutian had already blocked the way.
He truly wished he could slap himself a few tis.
He had been wicked all his life, done all sorts of bad things, and at the end, he appreciated the greatness of Life, found a disciple, and tried to nurture him towards truth, kindness, and beauty.
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