On the night of September 1st, the Blood Slaughter King fought against the five powerful Ming dynasties of the Song family and died together!

Song Kongde, the peak strength of the Song family, died, and Song Hongli, the second-generation martial arts genius, died. Free e-book download.

As soon as this news came out, the martial arts world was in turmoil!

No one expected that the Blood Slaughter King would have such strength! He did not expect that the Blood Slaughter King would die in less than three months after he was named King!

The Song family quickly recalled Song Kongxin, quickly gathered the strength of the Song family, and tightened the capital and did not leave.

Many warriors in the southern martial arts world were ready to point their swords at the capital. For a moment, the martial arts world's powerful men appeared one after another, and a momentum suppressed the entire martial arts world.

...The Southern Wushu Society, the hall was silent.

"Zhang Yang is dead..."

Wang Hai was stunned for a long time, and his throat seemed to be stuck. The bastard who called him brother was dead!

Liu Jun was silent for a long time and slowly said, "Uncles, what should we do now?"

"What else can I do? Gather the troops and fight to the capital, gather the seniors from the headquarters of the Martial Arts Association to destroy the Song family!" Old Man Zhang roared, sparks spurting in his eyes.

Seeing his senior brother silent, Old Man Zhang shouted angrily: "Do you want to endure it any more? How did Xiaoyuan die back then? Now Zhang Yang is dead, our Nanwulin is over!"

After saying that, I couldn't help but feel sad. Should the Southern Wulin really become the dust of history?

Wang Zhongshan seemed to see Xi Yueer's voice, appearance, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Looking at his junior brother's angry eyes, he closed his eyes and said softly: "You can't move. The seniors are not ready yet. Our years of plans must not fail!"

"Bastard! Just wait for old age to die. Now I will not go out of seclusion. I will not care about everything about Wuxue learned!" Old man Zhang kicked the stool angrily and turned around and left.

After Old Man Zhang left, Wang Zhongshan waved his hand tiredly to Liu Jun and others and said, "You go down, Zhang Yang's family must take good care of you, don't tell them about this for the time being."

Liu Jun nodded and retreated with his two junior brothers and several Mingjin warriors.

Liu Mingwei slowly stood up, shook his head bitterly, and his whole body seemed to have grown a lot older, and said in a low voice: "The younger generation of Nanwulin is here, so we old guys can hold on for a day."

After saying that, he staggered away. The young man who he thought could make the Southern Wulin rise went like this. It was such a thing that the world was so messing with people!

"Old Wang, let's forget about this?" President Bai looked sad and angry. He finally found a young strong man in the southern province. Could it be that he was killed in such a voice without saying a word!

Wang Zhongshan's face suddenly became cold, and he gritted his teeth and shouted coldly: "Forget it! I want to join forces with all the kings to issue a killing order in Nanwu, kill all the brothers from the Song family!"

As soon as these words were said, President Bai was shocked!

The Nanwu Killing Order is an order issued by the joint forces of the major kings in the Nanwu Realm. It is an order issued only when the Nanwu Realm is related to life and death!

...The Nanwu must-kill order was ordered, and the martial arts world was in an uproar.

Several powerful people from the Northern Wulin who had been hidden in the world for many years also appeared to negotiate, but were jointly expelled by Wang Zhongshan, Lan Wulong, Sikong Ming and Li Yuanchao, the four perfection powerhouses in the Southern Wulin, led by Wang Zhongshan, Lan Wulong, Sikong Ming and Li Yuanchao, who were promoted to the country.

Even Li Yuanchao, who had a lot of hatred with Zhang Yang, came forward. This matter not only concerns Zhang Yang, but also the face of the Southern Wulin.

Once concessions are made in this matter, the decadent Nanwulin may really fall.

But once he returns with a serious injury now, who knows whether those people will have other thoughts? You must know that there are many good things on him, and it is hard to guarantee that they will not take risks.

Walking all the way, when the sun was about to set, Zhang Yang finally walked out of the mountains.

Looking at the road in front of him, Zhang Yang wished he could whistle and cheer. Some people were about to die when Zhang Yang was not dead!

After touching his face, Zhang Yang was very angry. These bastards ruined his appearance. If the system had not had the recovery pill, how could he see a few girls in the future?

However, those pills are not cheap, so he doesn't have much energy now, so he should save some use. In addition, his injuries have not healed and his facial injuries have been cured, so he saves the trouble of being recognized.

Looking at the vehicles coming and going on the road, Zhang Yang waved his hand and no one stopped.

He was now covered in blood and ragged clothes, and no one dared to take him, as if he was neither human nor ghost. When passing vehicles saw him wavering, they galloped away.

Zhang Yang cursed resentfully. These bastards must find and beat them one by one when they recovered their skills, without any sympathy.

After muttering a few times, Zhang Yang didn't expect these people to be kind.

He took out ten red tickets from the Sumeru Ring and waved them. This was left behind when he was planning to buy small things for several girls to pay the bill.

Sure enough, the truck stopped slowly, and a bearded uncle stretched out his head and shouted, "Brother, what happened? Was it robbed?"

Zhang Yang snorted angrily, can you still have money if you are snatched away?

However, he still responded: "No, I accidentally rolled down from the mountain. Please give me a ride, so you won't have any money."

Beard breathed a sigh of relief. He wouldn't bother to take a trouble if it weren't for the sake of money.

When Zhang Yang got into the car, he realized that this guy was going to S Province and couldn't help but grin. That was Li Yuanchao's nest, but no one would associate him with the Blood Slaughter King in the martial arts world with this appearance.

After stuffing all the dozen tickets in his hand to the driver, Zhang Yang fell asleep. He was too exhausted now and after rushing for a while, he couldn't stand it anymore.

When he saw Zhang Yang sleeping, he was relieved and looked at the more than 1,000 yuan in his hand with a smile. He only earned so much after a long journey, but he didn't expect that he would earn so much by just taking someone.

As for whether Zhang Yang was covered in blood and rolled down the mountain, he was too lazy to care.

The road was bumpy, Zhang Yang was awakened in a daze and couldn't help but be shocked.

When I opened my eyes, I felt relieved when I saw that it was a beard. I sighed in my heart that I was not able to do it now. I was shaken for a long time before I woke up.

"Little brother, I'm here. Do you want me to call a car to take you to the hospital for you?"

Zhang Yang shook his head, feeling that his body was feeling much better than before, and then he smiled and said, "Thank you, brother, I'll be here, no need to worry."

I got out of the car shakingly and glanced at the place where I was. It was almost the same as my hometown, probably which county town in S Province.

Along the way, Zhang Yang finally found a hotel that looked pretty good, in line with passers-by's disgust and terrified eyes.

The front desk lady frowned when she saw Zhang Yang's body.
Chapter completed!