My wife is the sect leader

An Jing shook his head and said, "She doesn't have such a secret order."

Mu Xiaoyun's heart twitched, and the expression on her face froze for a moment, but she adjusted very quickly, "Maybe the leader didn't tell An Gongfeng."

An Jing said calmly: "Yi Daoyun is now at Sanfengkou, and the masters of the White Tiger are also at Sanfengkou. Who are they?"

His words were very calm, without any waves, but the heart of the man in black opposite was like thunder.

Mu Xiaoyun was silent.

"bass!"

The man in black at the head drew out the long knife at his waist, and the blade reflected a cold light.

An Jing looked at the man in black, and continued, "If I'm not wrong, you should be Zeng Zhen."

There are many masters in the Houjin Suoming Mansion, apart from Qiu Fengsheng, there are naturally masters, and Soul Slayer Zeng Zhen is one of them.

Because Zhanhundao is low-key and introverted, he is not ranked among the top four swordsmen in the world, but everyone knows his strength. His strength is definitely not lower than the four big swordsmen, and he can be ranked among the top five swordsmen in the world.

In this huge arena, some people are famous, and they get fame for profit. Some people don't pursue too much fame because they have convenience, but feel that fame is a drag. The Zeng Zhen in front of him is the latter.

Over the years, he has killed more people for Suoming Mansion than Qiu Fengsheng.

Not long ago in Youshan, the owner of the Tianji Pavilion died at his hands, the purpose of which was to put pressure on the second prince Zhao Mengtai.

When the emperor failed to break through the shackles in retreat and the prince gradually came to power, the pressure in Zhao Mengtai's heart was like a spring, and he only needed the last straw to make him bounce back.

And Zeng Zhen's goal is to let go of this last straw.

In addition, he has done many things, such as the assassination of Wang Shiyi, which ended in failure, and then pretended to be a master of the White Tiger seat to assassinate in Yan Guo Jianghu. He has long been familiar with these things, so this time he pretended to be a master of the White Tiger seat Entering Dongluo Pass, he felt very calm in his heart.

Zeng Zhen took out two pills from his cuff, put them in his mouth, and said, "Did Palace Master Qiu die in your hand?"

"Yes."

An Jing didn't deny it.

It was no secret that Qiu Fengsheng died at his hands. With his identity exposed.

Zeng Zhen's eyes were cold, and the long knife in his hand was shining coldly, "He is kind to me."

"So you want to kill me for revenge?"

"All the masters in Dongluoguan are transferred to Sanfengkou."

"I understand."

The two stopped talking, and the entire dark street became quiet.

Zeng Zhen's aura continued to soar, and the aura of mountains and tsunami erupted, which was extremely frightening.

With a swipe of his palm, Zeng Zhen's figure was erratic, he swayed left and right, approaching An Jing with a curve, and the battle soul knife in his hand was erected, carrying an unpredictable phantom to attack.

Clang!

An Jing flicked his finger, and a burst of sword energy shot out.

The first confrontation between the two was mainly based on probing, so looking at the mediocrity, I can only say that there is a murderous intent in the mediocrity. Once the opponent can't support it, the mediocre moves can also evolve into a killer move that can severely damage the opponent. Trick to end the fight.

Phantom!

Zeng Zhen practiced the Soul of War Saber, this kind of sword technique is known for its treachery and fierceness. The billowing fog centered on him and spread in all directions. areas of dense fog.

Blossoms of mist flowers condensed, Zeng Zhen stepped on the mist flowers, silently, but as fast as lightning, attacked An Jing, every move and style was indescribably weird and tricky, Zeng Zhen Going the wrong way, winning by odd.

Although it was the first time for An Jing to fight Zeng Zhen, with his seasoned eyes, he naturally knew the opponent's moves and routines very well.

A sharp sword energy blasted through the thick fog, only to see that the thick fog was directly separated.

Zeng Zhen was shocked by An Jing's insight, the opponent not only parried his attack, but also took advantage of the situation to counterattack with a sword, which broke through the thick fog.

An Jing's complexion remained unchanged, even though Zeng Zhen's aura was still skyrocketing.

With a flick of the wrist, An Jing's fastest sword technique was displayed. The fierce sword energy filled the dense fog, and a breathtaking wind blade appeared in it, and finally roared and vented in all directions.

Seen from the outside, the dense fog area several feet away looks like a big hedgehog, with a slender sword that is fast and sharp.

A muffled groan came from the thick fog, and a figure was shot out of the thick fog. It was Zeng Zhen, who was in a bit of a panic at this moment, with a shallow sword mark on his chest.

Zeng Zhen forcibly swallowed a mouthful of blood that was about to spurt out. Although An Jing's sword wasn't fatal, the sharpness contained in it combined with the fierceness of the Suppressing Evil Sword broke through his protective qi.

Seeing this, Mu Xiaoyun was shocked.

With just one move, Zeng Zhen showed signs of decline. You must know that he had swallowed two burning blood pills. This kind of pill can speed up the burning of essence and blood, and the cultivation level will skyrocket in a short time.

Behind Zeng Zhen, a large area of ​​dense fog poured out. This time, the thick fog did not spread in all directions, but gathered behind Zeng Zhen, connecting with his back, like a small sea of ​​fog, with rough waves , both true and false.

boom!

Stepping through the hall with one foot, Zeng Zhen rushed towards An Jing in a straight line, supported by the sea of ​​fog behind him, appearing majestic and unstoppable.

The air couldn't bear the impact of Zeng Zhen's momentum, and swept towards both sides.

Zeng Zhen slashed out with the Soul Knife exuding black air. At the same time, the sea of ​​fog behind him suddenly broke away from Zeng Zhen with a more violent attitude, and swallowed An Jing all at once. Extraordinarily small.

If it is an ordinary person, if he is hit by the sea of ​​fog without substance, he will definitely panic and develop flaws. Even a person with a calm mind will be affected to some extent, not to mention, there will be Zeng Zhen's onslaught in the back, because Wu Haishun It spews out of his body, so he is the only one unaffected and can attack the opponent as much as he wants.

Under the ebb and flow, people with a slightly higher level of strength must be placed in Zeng Zhen's hands.

This is Zeng Zhen's ultimate move, a combination of virtual and real, the sea of ​​fog affects the opponent's mind, and the move attacks the opponent's body.Make the other party tired.

boom!

The monstrous wave of zhenqi rushed towards the four directions, and the waves were turbulent.

Zeng Zhen's Battle Soul Knife was resisted by An Jing's Suppressing Evil Sword, and Zeng Zhen's sea of ​​fog did not let An Jing have any openings.

A strange look flashed across Zeng Zhen's face, the Soul Knife was attached to the Suppressing Evil Sword, and he sent it forward, and with a chirp, a slender sharp blade shot out from the front of the Soul Knife, piercing An Jing's front, if it was caught When this sharp blade stabs, it is inevitable that flowers will bloom on the face.

The left hand was like lightning, An Jing smiled coldly, as if he had expected it a long time ago, he stretched out two fingers like lightning to hold the sharp blade.

Since the opponent is attacking with the Suppressing Evil Sword, the strength is inevitably a little weaker. An Jing's two fingers not only clamped the sharp blade, but also ended the opponent's offensive. Organize the second wave of powerful killing moves in a short time.

"not good!"

Zeng Zhen was afraid of An Jing's tricks, so he let go of his hand and retreated.

Zeng Zhen's speed was extremely fast, and An Jing fought against him, directly bearing his incomparable strength, and immediately his body staggered and took three steps backward.

An Jing raised his arm, and hundreds of sword glows rushed out from An Jing's blade, rushing towards Zeng Zhen who was in front of him.

Four Elephants Sword Fight!The wind does not stay!

Whoa!Whoa!

Where the sword light passed, a fierce and boundless gust of wind suddenly turned.

Zeng Zhen's heart was shaking violently, and the blood vessels became transparent. Visible to the naked eye, on the skin of his right arm, the whole body's true energy was frantically gathered, and the whole body was surging with red blood energy.

puff!

The mighty blood energy formed a red barrier.

Zeng Zhen knew that he couldn't stop An Jing, but it didn't matter, his real goal was to move his right hand. He rubbed his thumb, closed the iron knife, poured a lot of true energy, and swung it sideways.

Countless sword qi surged, densely covering the surroundings, and in an instant the world became a Shura hell, and Zeng Zhen turned into an evil ghost who came out of the underworld.

The blood energy barrier combined with the treacherous sword light, this is Zeng Zhen's killer move.

After An Jing swung that sword, his expression was indifferent and calm, even though Zeng Zhen swung countless knives, he didn't blink his eyes.

"Tom!"

The cyan sword light I saw floated past and surged forward.

It pierced through the blood-gas barrier, shattered countless sword lights and rushed forward.

A cold voice pierced through the heart, and the blood of everyone around was frozen.

That sword was as bright as a starry sky, and a kind of pitch black like a black moon enveloped the sky and the earth in an instant.

fast!

too fast!

Zeng Zhen only felt a bright light appear in front of his eyes, and then he felt his neck warm up, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch it.

It was hot blood.

He didn't know his throat was pierced until he saw the blood.

"thump!"

In the silent night, only the sound of the body falling to the ground was heard.

Two strokes!

Suoming Mansion's second expert fell under that sword in just two strokes.

For many masters in the Suoming Mansion, this scene was like a bolt from the blue.

Seeing this, Mu Xiaoyun gently let go of his hanging heart, and then sighed as if relieved.

After about a few breaths, they also came back to their senses, and each of them rushed towards An Jing with beast-like gazes in their eyes.

They didn't have the pill from Suoming Mansion, they could only die, and they still had a chance to kill the ghost swordsman in front of them.

An Jing looked indifferent, took away the two heaven and earth spirits from Zeng Zhen's body, and rushed towards the dozens of Suomingfu masters who came to kill him.

With a slap of the Suppressing Evil Sword, it immediately turned into six beams of sword light and surged forward.

"Puff puff!"

The sword light slashed across, and the cold air pierced away, and the air on both sides was like separate air waves.

Among the masters in the world, the swordsman is the fastest to kill.

The two-edged sword is to put people to death.

As the sword light dissipated into the sky and the earth, dozens of corpses fell neatly on the ground, and the six blades of the Suppressing Evil Sword fell into An Jing's hands once again.

Hot blood continued to flow down the neck, staining the bluestone slab red.

All the masters of Suomingfu are dead.

An Jing looked at Mu Xiaoyun in front of him.

Mu Xiaoyun laughed, "As expected of the world's top swordsman."

For some reason, she felt a little more emotional in her heart. When she was in Yuzhou City, An Jing was only a cultivation base of the first rank, but now the masters of the second qi are all the souls of his sword. Such a speed of progress , it is hard to measure.

The temperature at night makes people feel cold.

The sword body that shone with cold light made people feel cold.

People standing under the moonlit night also make people feel cold.

Seeing that An Jing didn't speak, the smile on the corner of Mu Xiaoyun's mouth couldn't hold back, and he lowered his head and said, "How do you know?"

An Jing asked: "Liu Qingshan in the Shuangmu Forest on Jiangnan Road was rescued by the people of Houjin, right?"

"It seems that you have suspected me because of this."

Mu Xiaoyun smiled wryly, and said, "Houjin has a deep layout in the Jianghu of Yan Kingdom."

An Jing naturally knew that Fengyulou, one of the five gangs, was supported by Houjin, and now the back of the Cao Gang has also become Houjin. This layout is more than deep.

An Jing was silent for a long time, and said, "Go see the leader."

"No need."

Mu Xiaoyun shook his head.

If in the Demon Cult, she must find someone who makes her feel guilty, then it must be Zhao Qingmei.

Joining the Devil's Cult and being able to have the current status and identity, all of these were given to her by Zhao Qingmei, she was afraid of seeing those eyes.

Some people are not afraid of being treated badly by others, only they are afraid of being treated kindly to her, because she cannot bear it.

No matter what she did, she felt that she owed someone something.

He owed his parents money, so he married Liu Qingshan, the leader of the Cao Gang, whom he didn't love.

I owe it to Liu Qingshan, so I have been trying to find a way to rescue him, and even joined the Demon Cult because of Liu Qingshan.

At this moment, she felt tired.

The feeling made her suffocate.