"Thirteen thousand!" Zhu Wuwang suddenly shouted loudly, and two figures in green clothes came from a distance, followed by countless figures appearing on the mountain, all of them with stern figures, a total of nearly five thousand people. "Master Marquis, are you alright?" Wan Sanqian looked at Su Changqing and said with cupped hands. Beside him, the second and fourth of the Four Ghosts of Xiangxi stared at Su Changqing with slightly cold eyes. "Su Changqing, you are indeed as talented as Wu Liang and Wu Anjun, and are rare in the world. But at this moment, all your people are underground, but mine are still here." Cao Zhengchun's tens of thousands of black-clad archery troops were all killed, which was the work of Wan Sanqian. Money can help you! "And you are really weak and want to chase after me, so you give me a chance!" Zhu Wulan looked at Su Changqing with extreme indifference. His purpose from the beginning to the end was not to save Chang'an City, but to take away Pudu Cihang's inner elixir and Tianxiang cardamom. "Since ancient times, loyal people have been burdened by loyalty. Marquis Changqing, I respect you, but it's a pity that you deserve to die today." Wan Sanqian looked at Su Changqing and chuckled. All his people were hiding here, and no one took action. Su Changqing was seriously injured and would definitely die! "My culture, military skills, character and magnanimity, and the martial sage in the world, are nothing compared to that dog emperor Ji Yunwen. With my hand in hand, the great merchants will be ten times stronger!" Zhu Wuwang looked up to the sky and roared.
"I am the right one!" Su Changqing faced everyone, his eyes were calm, and he slowly wiped the flower-burial knife in his hand. It was as red as blood, and it made a clanging sound in his hand. "Where is Jiang Han?" he suddenly asked. Among everyone present, Jiang Han had never been seen. He must have escaped. Jiang Han only wanted to save his sister. How could he care about Zhu Yili, this wild father? This man's plan is rare in the world. Wan Sanqian was startled, his eyes slightly focused. Su Changqing said calmly: "There are always some people who think they are right and hold everything in their hands. Friends, brothers, all aspects of life, all have their own ideas. Those who think they control everything will be hurt by it." "I came here to settle all old scores!" Su Changqing stared at everyone present and shouted suddenly. "Let's go together! I, Su Changqing, have nothing to fear!" "It's just that death is imminent. In the realm of the real Zifu in the human world, the true energy is scarce and cannot be used. What's more, let's fight with Pudu Cihang and kill him together! Then go underground to collect the results of our victory." Wan San Qian Ning said. "After today, no one in the world can be an enemy of Shenhou." Thirteen thousand is really impressive, and he is as rich as any country. Not only does he own the Four Ghosts of Xiangxi, but he also has a wide range of friends, among whom there are endless masters. Drizzle is pouring down from the sky, the leaves are green and green, and countless figures are coming straight into the sky. There are many people who are evil in the sky, with terrifying figures. Some are tall and have natural supernatural powers, and some have extraordinary auras. Enter Tiangang. Nearly five thousand people surrounded and killed one person. This scene was enough to make the world tremble. "You are just clowns! What do I, Su Changqing, have to fear!" Su Changqing looked up to the sky and roared, his whole body was surging with true energy, turning into Hunyuan without leakage. He instantly condensed into a golden man, his hair flying in the wind, like a terrifying golden hurricane, with supreme power. Like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, he held the funeral frost and snow in his hand, and the blood instantly dyed the ground red. Countless people scattered in fear, their limbs and heads were cut off, and their blood was sprinkled in the sky. At this moment, the world seemed to be silent. This kind of killing was extremely cruel, and the energy of the lunar sun was swirling around Su Changqing. Zhu Wuli was horrified in his heart. Su Changqing's aura was too terrifying. This kind of fighting power was something that even he had never heard of.
Burying Flower Frost Snow's sword was dazzling, held in the palm of the supreme golden man, it made a clanging sound and roared loudly. The drizzle poured down, mixed with bright red blood, and steamed up, dripping with blood. "He still has the energy and blood to use the indestructible power of the Vajra? Even Pudu Cihang couldn't destroy him?" Wan Sanqian said with wide eyes. He staggered and took two steps back. The unspeakable fear in his heart and the accumulation of decades were all gone in one fell swoop! "You deliberately pretended to be weak, trying to lure me to take action, use all your strength, and then destroy us!" Wan Sanqian's soul trembled, and he said in horror. "What's the difference between you and Pudu Cihang!" he roared. Su Changqing said nothing, his eyes were as cold as lightning, and he stepped forward. The ground rumbled and trembled, and he cut off the head of Tiangang, which exploded in the air and stained the ground red. This scene was simply too horrible to watch. Countless people screamed and fled in all directions, unwilling to obey Wan Sanqian's orders. Su Changqing threw out his two swords, dancing like a whirlwind and sweeping through the low air. Countless people had their legs cut off. The second and fourth of the four ghosts in western Hunan fell behind Su Changqing and attacked at the same time. There were many phantoms. Their movements were exquisite and they carried overwhelming hatred. Su Changqing suddenly turned around and pushed the two of them to the ground with both fists. "You two want to escape, but you can really escape. It's a pity that today can be considered a conclusion." Su Changqing stared at the two of them with stern eyes. He clenched his fists and dropped from the sky. The golden light was bright and smashed their heads, causing blood and brains to scatter on the ground. "You had already made preparations when everyone gathered at the Prince's Mansion. You used Ji Yunwen to lure Pudu Cihang. What a great move." Zhu Wuwu stood in the distance, stared at Su Changqing, and praised softly. Whether it was burying many people underground, burying Pudu Cihang, or fighting Pudu Cihang, pretending that the indestructible power of the Vajra was broken, he was in a weak state, and his speed even slowed down greatly. Just to make him, Zhu Rongli, relax his vigilance. Now, all his people have been buried, and there is no capital to fight for the world. "Amazing talent, there has not been such a genius in the world for hundreds of years." Zhu Wusi fell silent, with endless admiration in his heart. Su Changqing stepped forward, surrounded by golden light, and the aura of the moon and the sun, like a god and demon. He grabbed Wan Sanqian's neck like a chicken. "God, save me..." Wan Sanqian said hurriedly with horror in his eyes. Zhu Wusi was unmoved and watched quietly. "My Lord, I am Shangguan Haitang's fiancé." Wan Sanqian's face trembled and his voice was hoarse. "None of the people who plotted against me will survive." Su Changqing said calmly. Wan Sanqian must pay the price of death! Revenge, there is no such thing as overnight, Jiang Xingxing's death, Wan Sanqian also contributed. Buried flowers without traces, leaving only a faint fragrance. Soon, Wan Sanqian's neck was broken, and he lost his voice, his eyes dimmed, and his body fell to the ground powerlessly. What's the use of being the richest man in the world or the richest man in the world?
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