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Chapter six hundred and thirty fifth sleepy kill

"Bai Jiannan lost?"

Wei Sandao, standing in the pavilion, looked at Bai Jiannan's back with a look of surprise.

Although he has never seen the power of the Sword Immortal Soldier Talisman, he has heard of a lot of them.

Until Bai Jiannan's figure disappeared into the night, Wei Sandao, who was standing by the window, shook his head and sighed: "Why is Bai Jiannan's courage getting smaller and smaller? He was defeated with the sword fairy weapon talisman. If the immortals in the Sword Sect know, they would probably be so angry that they would be so angry that they would smoke!"

Hearing Wei Sandao's evaluation, the old man who was always standing behind him chuckled softly and said, "I guess he is not sure that he can kill the boy in the 'dark world' with the Sword Immortal Soldier Talisman! Although his Sword Immortal Soldier Talisman is not weak, the devouring golden elixir on that kid is also very strange. If the Sword Immortal Soldier Talisman cannot kill the boy in the 'dark world', he, a genius figure who is rare in a thousand years in the Sword Sect, may have died here today..."

"That's right." Wei Sandao nodded and signaled the old man to take him down.

The old man used his light force and came to Zi Chen with Wei Sandao lightly. Wei Sandao, whose face was filled with smiles, looked at Zi Chen up and down, and then said with a smile: "Brother Zi is really extraordinary! Even Bai Jiannan, a genius known as the Sword Sect, was defeated by your hands. Once today, I am afraid that Brother Zi's name will spread throughout the world..."

"He didn't lose." Zi Chen shook his head and said, "The sword immortal weapon talisman he finally sacrificed is very strong. It's a pity that he didn't take action. If he takes action, I'm afraid the person who loses will be me."

"Senior Brother..."

A disciple of the "Demon Academy" covered in blood stumbled over and saw Zi Chen, a hint of urgent joy appeared on his face, and said anxiously: "Senior Brother, we were ambushed by the Twelve Holy Kings. Now, everyone is trapped in an attic..."

When he heard Augustine and Ye Zhihan and the others were ambushed by Tang Zhulu, not only Zi Chen, but also Wei Sandao on the side had a drastic change in his face. He asked directly: "What's going on? Why did Tang Zhulu's people let you be ambushed?"

Zichen’s plan.

As an ally, Wei Sandao also knew it very well. They divided into three groups to separate Bai Jiannan, Tang Zhulu and the people from the "Wan Yao Kingdom". Then he sneaked in secret with his clone technique and joined forces with him to attack Bai Jiannan. After he got rid of Bai Jiannan, he then went to solve Tang Zhulu and the monsters from the "Wan Yao Kingdom".

Logically speaking, the people Zi Chen brought were enough to take Tang Zhulu and the others around the "Dark City". It was impossible for Tang Zhulu to ambush.

Hearing Wei Sandao's inquiry, the disciple of the Demon Academy smiled bitterly: "The Twelve Saint Kings bribed the people from the 'dark world' and secretly opened the Xicheng Gate. As soon as we led the people of the Twelve Saint Kings to the Xicheng Gate, we were attacked by the people of the Twelve Saint Kings..."

After hearing the words of this disciple of the "Demon Academy", Zi Chen's face turned pale. He was not afraid of a wolf-like opponent, but was afraid of a pig-like opponent. Now, the Xicheng Gate has been opened, and I don't know how many people from the Twelve Saint Kings have poured in. Zi Chen, who took a deep breath, nodded to the disciple of the "Demon Academy" and said, "Okay, take me over immediately..."

Seeing Zi Chen going to break over to save him alone, Wei Sandao, whose face was still extremely pale until now, pursed his lips, looked at the dozen remaining masters of the Ninth Heaven of Wuzong on his side, and said in a deep voice: "All of you go to save people with Brother Zi to save them, everything is enough to follow Brother Zi's arrangements..."

"Yes, young master..."

When Zi Chen was slightly stunned when he heard that Wei Sandao actually handed over the dozen remaining masters of the Ninth Heaven of the Wushu Sect to him, he nodded slightly and said, "Thank you."

"No matter how we say it now, we are standing on the same front!"

Wei Sandao waved his hand and smiled bitterly: "It's a pity that I can't use any force at all now. I can only help Brother Zi to shake the flag and shout."

"kindness!"

“…”

West City Gate.

Tang Zhulu, with his men who were crowded with people, trapped Ye Zhihan, Augustine and a group of disciples of the "Jiuzhou Demon Academy" in a single-family attic.

The entire attic was surrounded by people brought by Tang Zhulu, and the tide of ghost king disciples rushed in. The disciples of the "Demon Academy" guarded all the import and exports, with the momentum of being a one-man as a pass and ten thousand men could not open.

Seeing that at least hundreds of people died on his side, they were unable to rush into the attic. Tang Zhulu, who was standing at the door, had his face turned pale. He said coldly to the powerful man in the "latest stage" of the Ninth Heaven of Wuzong beside him: "Breaking the entire attic to pieces. I want to bury them all in it alive, leaving no one..."

After hearing Tang Zhulu's words, the old man who was responsible for arranging the attack said bitterly: "Young Master Tang, it's not that we don't want to smash this loft, but mainly because the loft is made of 'Yinshan Black Iron'. Even if we all take action together, unless we keep hitting it for three days and three nights, it will be impossible to smash this loft..."

After listening to the old man's words, Tang Zhulu's face also became gloomy.

He didn't want him to be devoured to the bugs from the "Jiuzhou Demon Academy" here all the time, and Bai Jiannan and the old man from the "Wan Demon Kingdom" dealt with the others, he shared everything from the "Dark World" with his back.

Taking a deep breath, I said in a deep voice: "Listen to everyone, I will give him a top-grade immortal weapon to the first person to break in. Who can kill the boy from the 'Dark World'? I will give him a top-level immortal weapon..."

"The best immortal weapon?"

"Top Immortal Artifact?"

When he heard Tang Zhulu take out two immortal weapons as rewards, not only those ordinary disciples, but also the old men in the ninth level of the Wushu Sect’s Ninth Heaven around him all had their eyes hotter.

Originally, Tang Zhulu's aura was much stronger, but now, when he heard that someone who was the first to break in would get a top-grade immortal weapon, he became more brave and good at fighting...

"Puff!"

A young man from the second level of Wuzong found the right opportunity and slashed at the two disciples of the "Demon Academy" who were holding his hands at the entrance of the attic.

Just by hearing a "puff" sound, I saw the two "Demon Academy" disciples fighting bloody battles at the entrance of the attic, and their heads flew up instantly.

This scene happened so quickly that even the disciples of the "Demon Academy" in the attic who were ready to support the door had not yet reacted. This young man with only the second level of Wuzong's heavenly realm rushed in with the weapons in his hand...

"Run..."

In a moment, I saw Tang Zhulu's subordinates outside the attic pouring in like a tide. The first young man who rushed into the attic never dreamed that he was the first person to break into the attic. Seeing more and more people rushing in, he shouted like crazy: "Haha, I was the first to rush in. That top-grade immortal weapon is mine. I was the first, I was the first..."

"Puff!"

Before the young man could relieve his excitement, he saw Augustine, who was covered with wounds on his body, shaking his wings behind him with force, and his whole person instantly turned into a afterimage and appeared in front of the young man.

With one hand, he grabbed this young man with only the second level of Wuzong's realm and brought it back with a slight lift. He said with anger: "Damn it, it's simply a matter of seeking death to kill the people of our 'Demon Academy'..."

Augustine stroked her hand with one stroke.

I saw the young man's head flying up, blood squirting everywhere, and the disciples of the "Demon Academy" were forced to retreat into the corner of the attic.

Seeing that his people finally broke in, Tang Zhulu's face was filled with smiles again. He walked in step by step with seven or eight powerful men from the late Ninth Level of the Wuzong. Seeing Tang Zhulu come in, the disciples who were still pressing step by step also stopped and shouted respectfully: "See the young master..."

"kindness!"

Tang Zhulu nodded with satisfaction, his eyes fell on Augustine, Ye Zhihan and others. When he found that there was no Zi Chen here, his face also slightly darkened. He looked at Mei Jian and said coldly: "Where is your master? I remember in the Murong family's hall, your master looked like I was the best in the world? Why? He abandoned all of you as soon as he escaped from the hall? You are still here to help him fight to the death? Now, I will give you one last chance, and I will surrender all of you. I will spare your life..."

"Tang Zhulu, young man farts here. If we let the people of the blood clan know that I died at your hands, even if the old Ghost King stands up, they will not be able to protect you..." Augustine looked at Tang Zhulu with a ferocious face.

"oh?"

Tang Zhulu, who had completely gained the upper hand, shrugged and smiled: "Augustin, Augustine, I didn't expect that the pure blood descendant of the prince of the blood clan would have fallen to come here to be someone else's legacy. If the old people in your blood clan know what you did, they would probably be angry to death!

It’s a pity that even if you die here today, those old people from your blood clan will not know what’s going on here. Now, I will give you three breaths to consider whether to continue to fight back or surrender to me at will..."

"One breath..."

"two……"

"Three..."

After Tang Zhulu finished speaking, he saw that no one surrendered, his face instantly became gloomy. He waved to the subordinates in the attic and said coldly: "Kill them all, no one left..."
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