Chapter 53 Horror Zhuanzhu!

"Who the hell came up with such a vicious plan to burn Jinji Ridge! If this king finds out, I will definitely have my skin cramped and make you die without a place to bury me!"

In a small mountain depression not far from Jinji Ridge, King Xian angrily pounded the ground with his fists, roaring like a beast.

Millions of troops marched to Jinji Ridge in mighty force, intending to fight a beautiful victory.

As a result, he didn't even see the enemy army, and there was no army of millions, and even many people from his family who followed him died in the sea of ​​fire due to poor cultivation.

Now, the number of people who have escaped from Jinji Ridge alive and came to this small mountain depression, including King Xian himself, is less than a hundred.

It can be said that the good situation has come to an end!

"Li Ru, the only person in the Tang Dynasty who can plan such a poisonous plan is Li Ru!"

Mo Xianhua's eyes were full of sternness. In this battle, all his planning and painstaking efforts were in vain! In this battle, his fame will be ruined for the rest of his life!

From now on, no one will say that he, Mo Xianhua, is a wise man. People only know that there is a fool, Mo Xianhua, who ruined millions of troops!

"Li Ru, I swear to you that I will never let you go!"

What the virtuous king said was gnashing his teeth, wishing he could eat his flesh and drink his blood! His eyes were even colder and more breathtaking.

"Li Ru, damn it!"...

For a moment, the entire small mountain was full of abuse against Li Ru.

"what!"

Suddenly, a person screamed loudly.

At some point, the throats of the people around him were silently sealed with a sword, and blood gushed out from their necks like a fountain.

The moment this person screamed, he felt a chill on his neck, and he fell silent.

"Who?"

Everyone around was also shocked.

Silently, an ink-colored sword light flashed across, and dozens of people who got up seemed to be beheaded in line, and their heads fell to the ground one after another. The scene was extremely strange and thrilling.

A shadow looms in the nothingness, like a seducer from hell, every time it fluctuates, one person dies.

"Assassin, the ultimate assassin!"

But in a short while, there were only two living people left in this desolate small mountain, King Xian and Mo Xianhua.

Mo Xianhua murmured in a low voice, with sweaty palms, unstoppable fear in his heart, and his legs were trembling violently.

He was powerless to resist this assassin. After all, Wang Duanshui, who was on par with him in strength, was easily killed, and his throat was sealed with a sword!

How did he escape the assassin's hunt?

"Brothers, help!"

At the critical moment of life and death, the virtuous king took out a jade talisman, crushed it, and shouted for help!

Phew, there was a slight sound of wind, and Mo Xianhua's head fell off in response.

"Who, come out! Don't hide your head and show your tail, if you have the ability to fight this king fairly!"

Big beads of sweat on King Xian's body kept falling to the ground like rain hitting plantains.

step, step, step...

In a daze, King Xian seemed to see one, two, three or even countless figures appearing in front of him...

With a thud, King Xian fell to the ground, a small blood hole appeared between his eyebrows, and drips of blood remained, and there was no more sound.

Before the big dream is realized, the body is dead, and the virtuous king is gone!

"Junior Brother, Junior Brother..."

Half a quarter of an hour later, five middle-aged men stepped out of nowhere.

Looking at the virtuous king who had been dead for a long time, there were endless cries of grief.

"Huh? You have so much courage, you dare to stay here after killing someone!"

Among the five, the elder brother Di Jingyun is the strongest, with a cultivation level of the seventh level of transforming the gods. His spiritual sense is extremely sensitive, and he can feel even a slight leak of Zhuan Zhu's energy.

"Following the king's order, I will kill you and others!"

A cold voice came out of nothingness, and it was impossible to tell where Zhuan Zhu was located.

"Sword out,

The storm rises! "

Di Jingyun shouted loudly, and dozens of sword shadows rushed in all directions, trying to find Zhuan Zhu's real body.

The other four juniors also sent out dense sword energy towards the surroundings.

However, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't find a trace of Zhuan Zhu.

It's so strange to hear his voice but not see his person!

Di Jingyun frowned, and his face was extremely ugly. He has been famous for hundreds of years, and he has never seen such a weird and difficult opponent!

This feeling is very aggrieved and very bad!

Gradually, waves of powerlessness swept towards him, making him feel at a loss.

With a thud, the fifth junior brother fell headlong to the ground and died unexpectedly.

"Fifth Junior Brother!"

Unconsciously, there was an unspeakable tremor in Di Jingyun's voice, the fifth junior brother is a master of the fourth level of transformation, so he died without any fluctuation?

How is this possible?

To kill a master of the fourth level of transformation so easily, even his master who dominates the Quartet can't do it, right?

With a snort, another black sword light flashed, and the third and fourth junior brothers fell to the ground.

"Third Junior Brother, Fourth Junior Brother! Ah, bastard, I want you to die!"

Such a weird attack method made Di Jingyun's heart gradually collapse, and he roared loudly.

"Ha ha!"

A devil-like chuckle came from behind, and another ghostly sword pierced through the eyebrows of the second junior brother.

Another one died, and he was the only one left alive among the five seniors. The strange way of death and the terrifying atmosphere made Di Jingyun feel horrified.

"Using blood as a guide, Beirong Excalibur!"

At this moment, Di Jingyun didn't care about the future troubles of any cultivation techniques anymore, he only knew that if he didn't work hard, he would die!

Di Jingyun's body was bleeding from seven orifices, and the drops of blood merged and fused in midair. Not long after, a giant sword with a fierce aura soaring into the sky hung high in the sky.

The giant sword turned into a flood dragon, roaring again and again, the blood flood dragon surrounded Di Jingyun and rushed around.

Boom, boom, boom...

While the blood dragon was rolling and moving, all the surrounding hillsides and houses were destroyed.

However, Zhuan Zhu seemed to have disappeared, and the blood flood dragon couldn't detect it at all.

At this moment, Zhuan Zhu appeared in front of Di Jingyun, grinning, even though it was a smile, it was more terrifying than angry, his poker face was covered with congealed blood, his mouth opened and closed with a hideous and terrifying look.

"You dare to come out, die! Sacrifice my soul, turn into a dragon with blood!"

Di Jingyun's hair was unkempt, his body was soaked in blood, and his expression was crazy, giving people a sense of bloodthirsty and brutality.

The blood dragon roared in the sky, rolled and roared, and disappeared without a trace.

After a few breaths, a blood-colored dragon came from the sky, set off a huge blood-colored wave, and rushed to Zhuan Zhu with soaring evil spirit!

Accompanied by the attack of the blood dragon, there is also the endless blood-colored sword aura, which is sharp and breathtaking!

"Useless means, bells and whistles!"

Zhuan Zhu shook his head and laughed, and commented disdainfully.

A gust of wind blew past, and Zhuan Zhu's figure disappeared again.

In the next instant, two figures of Zhuan Zhu attacked Di Jingyun one after the other.

"Blood dragon, strangle!"

The blood dragon raised its head and spit out thousands of sword lights with a mouthful of dragon breath, hitting the figure of Zhuan Zhu ahead.

With a flick of the dragon's tail, a surge of blood rushed towards Zhuan Zhu behind him.

"Fish sausage type two - side attack!"

Another figure of Zhuan Zhu appeared beside Di Jingyun, with the force of thunder, he could kill with one blow!

Di Jingyun, suddenly!