I run a funeral home, I don't know how to teach people how to slay demons

Snap! Snap! Snap!

Zhou Xiong, who was on the war horse, raised his hands slightly and gave a gentle high-five.

"Brother, do you know?"

"Some things are best kept in your heart. Once you say them, you can't take them back."

Zhou Xiong held on to the horse's pad and gracefully raised his legs to turn over and jump off the horse's back.

A gentle smile appeared on his face, and his eyes were unusually calm.

"I don't know why you look at those 'untouchables' differently, but it doesn't matter. I have always been very patient with talents and have the tolerance to tolerate others."

"If you think what I did tonight was inappropriate, for your sake I can rescind the order and let those untouchables live a little longer."

"Or if you are willing, I can give you all these thousand untouchables as your slaves. What do you want to do to them..."

"It's up to you."

Chen Yi twisted his neck stiffly, as if he was meeting Zhou Xiong for the first time, and his eyes were full of ghosts.

"Brother Xiong, you..."

Zhou Xiong glanced at Chen Yi coldly, which frightened the latter so much that he shrank his neck and suppressed the words in his mouth.

He raised his hands with a smile on his face, a harmless expression on his face, as if he wanted to hug Lu Changsheng.

But the next second, four figures suddenly rushed out from behind Lu Changsheng.

The four of them cooperated with each other very quickly and attacked Lu Changsheng's blind spot from four directions: left, right, up and down.

In addition, more than a dozen surging pressures descended at the same time, accurately covering the area where Lu Changsheng was standing.

Zhou Xiong's eyes finally turned cold, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth slowly lowered.

All his subordinates knew what he meant by clapping three times. The reason why he said so much to Lu Changsheng just now was just to paralyze him.

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't want to..."

Zhou Xiong's declaration of victory came to an abrupt end before he could finish speaking.

Almost at the same time that the soldiers around him took action, Lu Changsheng reached out with one hand and pulled out a long sword as black as ink from the void. A strange, cold fire ignited from his body, wrapping around the owner's body like a poisonous snake. whole body.

As he waved lightly, the tip of the sword touched the void, and a circle of bright and gorgeous black sword light burst out, like a blooming flower of the night, instantly illuminating the surrounding area.

This sword light is not only deep in color, but also contains the power to destroy the world. It rotates at an incredible speed, forming a perfect black vortex, cutting the surrounding space into pieces.

Those figures that suddenly came from all directions seemed so small and fragile in front of this unrivaled sword intent.

Wherever the sword light passed, whether it was the assassins rushing from all sides or the surrounding cavalry, they were all ruthlessly devoured by this force.

As the sword light rotated, one after another figures were cut into two pieces like fallen leaves blown up by the strong wind. Blood and residual limbs splashed in the night sky, but they were instantly evaporated by the black sword light, leaving no trace behind. trace.

Only the echo of sword clanging remained in the air.

Zhou Xiong's pupils shrank instantly, his Adam's apple slid up and down quickly, and his heart instantly jumped into his throat.

He bit his tongue hard. Stimulated by the severe pain, he briefly restrained himself, slapped the horse beside him, and at the same time turned around and galloped backwards.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him immediately, immediately!"

Zhou Xiong shouted while running as fast as he could.

He knew that he had hit a brick wall this time. With his fifth-level awakened strength, it was absolutely impossible to defeat such an enemy.

The highest level of the subordinates brought tonight was only level six. Asking them to resist Lu Changsheng was tantamount to hitting an egg with an egg against a stone, but he had to do it.

Zhou Xiong's only chance of survival is to run back to the city and find shelter from the elders of his clan.

"Ah!!" A cavalryman tried to sneak attack from behind. Before his sharp blade touched the corner of Lu Changsheng's clothes, he was mercilessly devoured by the rotating black sword light. His body seemed to be cut by an invisible giant blade, and he was cut into pieces in an instant. For two, blood spurted out and dyed the ground red.

The flying corpse still maintained its momentum of impact, flying several meters before falling weakly to the ground.

"Haw him to death...Hurry and kill him!" A certain cavalryman's horse lost control due to fear, kicking its hooves wildly, but still could not escape the pursuit of the fatal sword light, and both the man and the horse were sucked into the black whirlpool. Among them, only a series of desperate screams and a gradually dissipating blood mist were left.

"Help!!! Someone help me!" This is the cry of a young soldier. He fell to the ground, leaning against a boulder, holding his head tightly with his hands, his eyes full of death. fear.

However, his cry for help was quickly drowned out by more screams, and the black sword light was like the sickle of death, ruthlessly harvesting every life.

"Help me..." "Help...help..." These weak calls for help seemed so small and helpless on this bloody battlefield.

They drifted away with the night wind, and finally disappeared into the endless darkness, leaving only corpses on the ground, blood splattering everywhere, and the thick smell of blood in the air.

As Zhou Xiong ran wildly, his ears were filled with these terrifying sounds. His heartbeat accelerated to the extreme, as if it would jump out of his chest at any time.

He didn't dare to look back, nor did he dare to stop. He could only run forward desperately, hoping to escape from this Shura hell.

Zhou Xiong's eyes were already full of bloodshot, his vision was red, and there was only one thought left in his mind.

Faster, faster...

Suddenly, his legs stumbled and he fell to the side of the road.

Right in front of Zhou Xiong, a black shadow stood quietly in the middle of the road, as if it had been waiting for a while.

Zhou Xiong's back was already soaked with cold sweat. He raised his head tremblingly, and his sight gradually moved up.

He saw Chen Yi's terrified eyes and the pale head dripping with blood.

Lu Changsheng raised his hand and threw Chen Yi's head out, and it rolled to Zhou Xiong's feet.

"Brother... no no... sir... I will go back and inform all members of the Zhou family, and tell them not to go near the slums any more, and let all the lowly people in the slums... all enjoy the treatment of direct members of the three major families."

"If they want to leave, I will arrange for someone to escort them."

"Believe me, sir, if you kill me, it's nothing more than venting your anger, but keeping me... keeping me... is very useful."

Zhou Xiong didn't dare to look down at the head at his feet, and crossed his hands in front of him, begging quickly.

"Three major families... Zhou family... Chen family... Li family..." Lu Changsheng walked towards Zhou Xiong step by step, speaking slowly.

"Aren't you superior to others?"

"Why do you look so ugly?"

Lu Changsheng's body was covered with blood, and in the faint moonlight, he looked like the god of death.

The Ten Thousand Gods Sword slowly approached and pressed against Zhou Xiong's chest.

"Sir... I was wrong... I know I was wrong..."

"Please... Please..."

"I really know I was wrong."

Zhou Xiong didn't dare to run away, nor did he dare to resist. He could only let the tears slide down his trembling cheeks and beg continuously.

Lu Changsheng looked at Zhou Xiong quietly and spoke coldly.

"Do you know you are wrong now?"

"It's too late..."