The sunshine above the market was originally very bright.

However, the already bright sky seemed to become brighter.

It was like some fire suddenly appeared and began to burn, but it was so cold and cold, without any heat.

At this time, the petite woman in red and the woman with a big belly who fell from above Wang Jingmeng also felt strange, but they had no time to have any extra thoughts, and their hair was already burning.

Pale flames ignited above their heads.

The flame still has no heat.

After destroying their hair, it seemed to fall from endless high altitude, and the flames condensed in an instant continued to fall with some incredible sword intent, piercing into their scalp and into their minds.

The sword light in their hands suddenly lost its vitality.

Bang! Bang!

They didn't even feel the slightest pain, and they had already turned into two corpses that fell heavily to the ground.

Wang Jingmeng did not go to see them.

He had known that such a result would have been, and that if these people wanted to kill him, they would not arouse his sympathy even if they were killed.

Just killing people will certainly not feel any pleasure.

The vendor with his feet broke all the way to look at this scene. He sat in a pool of blood and screamed in fear.

He looked at the empty sky above, and it seemed that there was an invisible terrible monster in the endless altitude.

His hands fell on his throat, and there was a slight click.

The true energy sent by his hands shattered his Adam's apple and then destroyed his cervical bone.

He suffered his life in great fear.

Countless horrifying screams sounded.

Those who had discovered Wang Jingmeng and wanted to get closer to Wang Jingmeng retreated one after another.

"Changing the Star Fire is a Sword?"

Ye Xiao took a deep breath.

The long street was full of bloody smell, and his nose and chest and lungs were filled with a strong smell of blood. He determined the source of this strange flame, but for a moment, a trace of fear appeared in his heart.

He could not sense the other person who took action.

This man is far beyond his perception.

Several violent sounds of breaking through the air fell.

Several officials from the Shendu Superintendent fell into a pool of blood on the ground.

Wang Jingmeng coughed gently, and he looked at the officials of the Shendu Supervisory Commission with a calm expression and said, "It is them who want to kill me first, I am just defending myself."

The officials of the Gods and Capitals were covered in haze. No one even responded. They just squatted down and inspected the five dead practitioners.

Wang Jingmeng was not surprised.

He knew that today, there would be no one who would care about him or the rest of the Bashan Sword Field.

The Shendujian was originally founded by the old emperor on the sickbed. What the old emperor on the sickbed wants to see today is the standing tree moving from outside the south gate of the market to outside the north gate.

He walked by these officials of the Gods and Capitals and walked out of the blood-soaked ground.

His eyes fell on the porter carrying a standing wooden trunk.

At this time, not many people paid attention to the porter.

Most people were watching him.

Many people have seen his sword competition here before, but after seeing his attack today, these people finally understood that swords are not for viewing, swords are weapons, and these powerful sword masters can kill people with such amazing means.

...

"If the people from Gongsun's family don't move, and if the people from Li's family don't move, then they will naturally be from the Nangong's family."

A middle-aged man in blue clothes was also watching quietly in an elegant room where you could see this long street.

Looking at this scene, he smiled slightly and said to a practitioner wearing light yellow clothes beside him: "The people of the Nangong family have always acted fiercely. They were able to stand firm in Changling and have such a foundation because their behavior was more intense than any other. However, this habit did not work in this matter. They didn't think about it. No matter how intense they acted before, who was their opponent, but this time, who was their opponent?"

There are four major clans in Changling.

Gongsun family, Li family, Lu family and Nangong family.

In addition to the Gongsun family and the Li family, they insisted that it was the Nangong family, and they could speak in such a tone, naturally they were from the Lu family.

This middle-aged man in blue shirt was doing business in Zhao in his early years, and later returned to Changling, but within less than ten years he became the head of one of the four major clans of Changling.

He is Lu Fei.

One of the legends of Changling.

The Lu family has never been a wealthy existence among these four clans, nor is it an existence with the most powerful practitioners. Even the Lu family is in the court.

There are not many prominent senior officials.

But even those three companies dared not underestimate him.

Because he saved the life of the old emperor on his sickbed, and more than once.

"Is it Mo Shoucheng?"

After he jokingly said the Nangong family, he turned his head to look at the practitioner wearing light yellow clothes beside him and said, "So, even the city gate guards have such a clear position? Are they really optimistic about Ying Wu and the Bashan Sword Field?"

"It's not Mo Shoucheng."

The practitioner wearing light yellow clothes looked only over thirty years old, but his demeanor was extraordinary. He shook his head without any doubt and said, "It's even higher than Mo Shoucheng, but the true energy power is not enough. He should be a rising star."

"Isn't Mo Shoucheng?" Lu Qi did not doubt the practitioner's statement. He pondered slightly and said, "Where is such a sword technique?"

"I heard that Jiaodong County once had such a sword technique." The practitioner in light yellow clothes turned his head and looked at him and asked.

Lu Fei suddenly became enlightened and thoughtful, "It turned out to be Jiaodong County."

...

Wang Jingmeng stopped.

He had just walked out of the places that were soaked in blood, and stopped and looked to the right side of his body.

It was a small alley, a very narrow alley.

A coldness came out of the alley.

It was not an illusory feeling, but the person who came out of the alley was really cold. The sword hanging on his waist was also very cold, and the cold air was flowing.

This is a white-clothed boy, who is almost the same age as Wang Jingmeng.

He is very handsome, or in more precise words, very cold.

"You just wanted to deal with them?"

Wang Jingmeng seemed to have felt the existence of this person a long time ago. There was no unexpected expression on his face, but just asked curiously: "Are you?"

The young man in white clothes did not reply to his question as soon as possible, but looked at him coldly and asked back: "What are you doing? How can you interfere with such a thing really help to track down the murderer behind your master?"

Wang Jingmeng nodded.

He replied seriously: "Since it is only possible that those people, such a fight will take me to that level."

The boy in white clothes was silent for a while, then nodded and said, "I am Baili Suxue."

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