Chapter 212: Blood slaughter

“puff”

Murong Ba, who was pierced through the heart by a black-clothed man’s dagger, suddenly vomited blood.

The blood dripped from his mouth.

Then follow the clothes, dripping to the ground.

Hiss… Hiss… Hiss…

The blood flowed through the clothes, and the clothes were corroded instantly.

Together with the hard ground, small holes were also corroded.

The poison on the dagger passed through Murongba’s heart to the blood throughout his body.

The poison is diluted by blood, and it can still have such a strong corrosive power.

Presumably, Murong Ba’s internal organs had already been corroded at this time.

The next second, Murong Ba’s face turned black, and his hands trembled and pointed at Murong Qianjun.

Only had time to say, Kill him for me.

He was stiff and fell to the ground.

Not long after, it was completely depleted and became a corpse.

The dignified Xuan-breaking eighth-layer martial artist died so easily, and died so miserably.

“What a domineering venom.” Xiao Yi was also taken aback.

“Patriarch…Patriarch.” A group of Murong family martial artists were chaotic, with different looks.

There is panic, sadness, and horror, but more often it is anger.

“Animal.” Several Murong elders looked at Murong Qianjun and Murong Xuan with murderous intent.

The Murong family is a big family.

Basic cohesion is still there.

The family members could not remain indifferent when the owner of the family was killed.

One by one, the people of the clans began to surge in momentum, ready to take action.

“Looking for death.” The black-clothed man’s face became cold, and his surging aura pressed towards the Murong family.

The strength of one person actually made them breathless.

“Humph.” The black man snorted disdainfully.

All the Murong family members vomited blood and flew away.

The Murong family members gritted their teeth with hatred after standing up again.

Murong Qianjun and Murong Xuan are just two of them, but two ants.

It’s just the black-clothed men in Bloodmist Valley, leaving them at a loss.

“Poxuan Nine Layers.” Xiao Yi kept watching, without moving.

Only then did he move slightly.

“I don’t know how you hired the Blood Mist Valley Killer.”

Xiao Yi glanced at Murong Qianjun and Murong Xuan.

“But it’s him who took my Uncle Xiao Zhong abducted.”

With indifferent and sharp eyes, he looked directly at the man in black.

“So what.” Murong Qianjun sneered.

“No, just ask to be clear, lest you kill the wrong person.” Xiao Yi sneered and shot instantly.

An extremely hard barrier wrapped Xiao Zhong.

Then, the figure flashed, and the blood slaughter sword pierced the man in black.

“The little one who breaks the mystery of the five layers, dare to shoot at me, and can’t help it.” The black man smiled contemptuously.

With a big wave of his hand, the dagger originally inserted into Murong Ba’s body instantly returned to his hand.

“Fu Hai Zhan.” Xiao Yi shouted loudly.

Such as the tide of sword sound attacked the black man.

“Peak level martial arts?” The man in black looked surprised.

“Blood Mist Slash.”

As soon as the black-clothed man made a move, he was an advanced martial art.

Boom, the collision of the sword sound and the dagger made a roar.

But in the end, it is clear that the sea is dominated.

The man in black was hit by the sound of a sword.

The dagger came out.

Then Jian Yin hit him without hindrance.

“Puff.” The black-clothed man vomited blood, instantly showing panic on his face.

Obviously, he can see a huge wave against his lifeless eyes.

Like the tide of sword sound, they continued to hit him.

His footsteps are constantly retreating.

Hum, hum, hum,

With every step back, a **** spurt came out of his mouth.

After retreating ten steps, the sound of the sword disappeared, and he finished retreating.

However, the blood has dyed his clothes red.

His face also became extremely pale, and he was obviously seriously injured.

At the same time, the panic on his face became more intense.

The kind of helplessness and panic like standing alone in the ocean, welcoming countless huge waves, without resisting oneself, is very human to bear.

The dignified Blood Mist Valley Assassin’s gaze at Xiao Yi now completely changed.

It was a kind of fear from the heart.

“So strong.” All the Murong family members showed joy.

They also seem to want Xiao Yi to kill the man in black.

“Blood dagger, stand up for me and kill the little trash.” Murong Qianjun ordered angrily.

The man in black didn’t move, not because he didn’t want to move.

Rather, he cannot move.

He had already been shaken by the sword sound and his body was surging with blood.

The bones on the limbs were broken into pieces.

When he moves, it is very likely that his limbs will be scrapped.

How domineering and powerful is the pinnacle martial arts passed down by the Sky Splitting Sword Demon.

What’s more, Xiao Yi was used by such an astonishingly big evil spirit.

How can it be blocked by a mere Po Xuan Nine Layer.

“Die.” As soon as Xiao Yi’s blood slaughter sword came out, he took the head of the man in black and went straight away.

Whoosh, just at this moment, a figure appeared beside the man in black.

With a pair of slender hands and one gear, Xiao Yi’s sword was easily retreated.

“Huh?” Xiao Yi was startled, and returned with his sword.

The visitor is a woman, about 17 or 8 in age, with a good face, and she can be regarded as an allure.

There was a sense of indifference in his eyebrows.

The icy breath that rejects others thousands of miles away makes it clear that she is not a good-looking person.

“Sister.” Murong Qianjun was overjoyed.

“Murong Jiao’er.” Xiao Yi frowned.

Speaking of it, it was the first time I saw this fiance.

No, I have retired long ago and have nothing to do with each other.

Of course, Xiao Yi has no interest in this kind of woman.

It’s just that I was a little surprised when I first saw it.

Moreover, in his perception, Murong Jiao’er was actually a triple cultivation base of Xuan Xuan.

“Miss Jiao’er.” The black-clothed man actually knelt down on one knee in front of Murong Jiao’er respectfully.

“Xiao Yi.” Murong Jiao’er ignored the man in black, but looked at Xiao Yi.

“It seems that the person who really invited the Blood Mist Valley is you.” Xiao Yi said coldly.

“Yes.” Murong Jiaoer answered indifferently.

“Of course, that is also thanks to you.”

“You destroyed my Murong’s house back then.”

“My brother and I have no choice but to go away.”

“My brother and Murong Xuan came to Murong’s house in Beishan.”

“And I, fortunately, met a strong man and was accepted as a direct disciple by this strong man.”

“Now, he is a high disciple under the elders of Blood Mist Valley.”

Murong Jiao’er looked at Xiao Yi proudly, “Do you think that you are now, Xiao Yi.”

“It’s not that waste anymore.

“It’s a strong man who can even destroy a behemoth like Beishan Murong’s house.”

“You can be proud and feel great?”

“It feels even more that I abandoned you back then and broke the marriage contract between you and me.”

“It will be my loss, should I regret it?”

“No.” Xiao Yi shook his head lightly.

“Oh?” Murong Jiaoer’s arrogant expression was slightly taken aback.

“Heh.” Xiao Yi smiled faintly, “Do you need to feel about a dead person?”

“What?” Murong Jiao’er was surprised.

In the next second, Xiao Yi had already shot in an instant.

Xiao Zhong was taken captive, and Xiao Zhong was tortured into such an appearance.

If he doesn’t kill the person in front of him, how can he give up?

Who dares to stop, only death.

“Fu Hai Zhan.” Xiao Yi shouted loudly.

Like the tide of sword sound, gushing out again.

The man in black, and Murong Jiao’er, could not fight back at all.

The black-clothed man was directly swallowed by the sound of the sword and fell to the ground, not knowing his life or death.

Murong Jiao’er retreated steadily and was almost injured.

“presumptuous.”

Just at this moment, a cold shout came.

A man in blood stood in front of Murong Jiaoer.

Xiao Yi’s sword sound disappeared instantly.

“Earth Element Realm.” Xiao Yi’s eyes dazzled.

Blood Mist Valley, as the Yanwu Kingdom’s first killer force.

The killer within, the class is distinct.

Black clothes represent ordinary killers.

The blood coat is at least the deacon status.

“Jiao’er, are you okay?” the blood-clothed man asked.

Murong Jiaoer shook her head and said, “Thanks to Uncle Xuetu, Jiaoer is fine.”

The blood slaughter, the warrior of the Yuanyuan realm, is one of the famous killers in the blood mist valley.

“Are you the **** in the small family that entangled Jiaoer before?” Xuetu looked at Xiao Yi indifferently.

“Entangled?” Xiao Yi smiled coldly.

“What right do you have to sneer in front of me.” Xuetu said indifferently.

The momentum of the Earth Element Realm pressed against Xiao Yi incomparably domineering.

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