Chapter 20 Master 8

Ah! Ah!

Suddenly, two tragic howls resounded through the world, and they broke the silent night. Before half a minute, there were two howls.

"Oh, it's been found!" Jiulong secretly shouted no, and it seemed that the problem was the last two servants.

"Lockus, go!" Paris was well prepared. As soon as he heard the tragic howl, he was the first to react. With a big hand, he suddenly put his sword in his hand, shooting like a wild leopard ready to go, and rushed directly into Count eng's residence.

Others are not slow. When they hear the howl, the roaring sounded together. They pulled out their weapons and fought hard. At this time, it was too much to hide. Only taking Count Enger's servant as soon as possible was the absolute truth!

"Up!" Jiulong stabbed and pulled out the long sword in his hand. Boom, the golden true air suddenly filled his whole body, completely wrapped his body, and the strong light pierced the night sky. He jumped out like a civet cat and ran directly to Count ENG's bedroom.

Ah! Ah!

There were two more howls, and Jiulong didn't think about it. This must be the killing of the warrior he sent to quietly capture the servant of Count Enger.

"Come on!" Paris was the fastest, and a jump had entered Count eng's bedroom. The flame swallowed an uncertain light, and his whole body was as dazzling as the scorching sun, piercing the night sky, like the sun!

qiang lang——qiang lang——

The war was imminent. With Paris shouting, there was a bursting battle sound in the room. The strong fighting spirit collided, and the shaking earth trembled.

brush——

After fighting with the servant for two rounds, Kowloon finally rushed in. What came into view was that Paris actually fought against two, and the firelight tumbling up and down, rolling like a fire dragon, with a long breath and lasting for a long time.

What surprised Jiulong was not the fierce battle of Paris, but the two servants, one of whom was only responsible for assisting in the battle, while the other servant actually fought equally with Paris. All kinds of combat skills emerged one after another, and again, they were all equally divided.

"Another seven-level warrior!" Jiulong was shocked that there was also a seven-level warrior under Count Enger, which he had expected. When Jiulong glanced at the seven-level warrior fighting with Paris again, Jiulong suddenly stopped.

Jiulong's sharp and indifferent eyes are still fresh in his memory. The owner of those eyes is the real culprit of the assassination of Mesomea. It seems that his guess is not wrong at all. Count Enger is indeed very resourceful, and the behind-the-scenes man is Count Enger seems to be convinced.

kill——

Jiulong didn't think about it. With a long sword, like a horse moving forward, the golden true qi rose to the sky like an angry dragon, gushing out crazily. The sword was surrounded by bright golden light, like swallowing a poisonous snake, step forward, a kind of sky horse suddenly stepped out, and the meteor hit the moon!

Boom——

This move 'meteor hitting the moon' can be said to be extremely sharp. A sword came out, the air trembled, and the sound shook in all directions. With a bang, a half-moon-shaped golden blade suddenly hit another slave like a meteor.

The two slaves here, one is a seven-level warrior and the other is a six-level warrior. The seven-level warrior naturally has Paris to deal with it, and the remaining one is naturally handled by Kowloon.

The six-level warrior saw Jiulong constantly making various moves, and his eyes suddenly shot fiercely. His muscles bulged, with a bang, his clothes shattered, and there were strong muscle blocks. Judging from this strong body alone, this man must not be a slave. The six-level warrior is the best among martial artists, but It's not the cabbage in the vegetable market. If you want a few baskets, buy a few baskets!

"What the hell!" The warrior shouted loudly, and his fierce look was suddenly exposed. A sword in his hand suddenly hit out and met the Jiulong True Blade.

"Hmm!" When Jiulong saw that this man was so reckless, he snorted coldly and shouted, "I don't know whether he is alive or dead. In this case, I will go with you to see the king of hell!"

Kuixing moves with a foot, bouncing the dust and golden needle finger in the wind!

Suddenly, Jiulong moved again, flashing under his feet, and the golden light was vertically, like praising his father day by day. The long sword in his hand was directed by day. The golden light was swallowed and vigorous. With a bang, a golden silk line like the aurora suddenly shot out and directly penetrated the six-level martial artist.

Boom——

With a violent sound, Jiulong's first move was wild. The meteor hit the moon and touched the sword in the man's hand. After the explosion, there was a click sound.

Beng-Beng-

Under this blow, the sword broke apart, scattered into pieces of iron and fell to the ground. With the extinction of the golden light, the sword broke into the handle before stopping.

At this time, the samurai knew that Jiulong was fierce. If this blow hit him, he would break through the protective fighting spirit. If it was hit the meat, his flesh would be blurred and become a pool of rotten meat.

Ah——

The samurai roared in the sky and his sword was broken. How could he compete with Jiulong? However, his life was imminent, and his strong desire to survive prompted him to continue to fight. Otherwise, I'm afraid he was really dying, and it was only a matter of time.

With a thorn, the warrior suddenly turned over and picked up a huge sword on the ground. This action was extremely fast and completed in an instant. There was no dullness in the middle, flowing clouds and water, ingenious.

However, Jiulong's bullet dust golden needle finger was faster. With a flash, a golden light flashed away. Unexpectedly, it pierced the huge sword in the warrior's hand with lightning. The golden light did not urge anything and nothing could not be broken. After the huge sword was pierced, the remaining momentum and stabbed again like a poisonous arrow.

pu chi——

There is no doubt that the golden light flashed and pierced the samurai's chest. A small blood arrow shot out and ploped. The samurai fell to the ground and was lifeless. Until the last moment of his death, he couldn't figure out how he died.

But Jiulong was more fierce. His body flashed and brushed the body of the person approaching. The long sword suddenly waved out, and the golden light suddenly shot out, and the whole room was bright.

The thorned--a good man's head flew up, and the blood flowed and scattered.

"Rocksas, why don't you live and kill him? Do you have a plan with him!" Paris suddenly saw that Jiulong killed a six-level warrior in only one round, and was slightly shocked. If he were a seven-level warrior, it was difficult to guarantee that he would kill the enemy in one round, and it was so clean and neat and not dragged!

"Huh!" Hearing this, Jiulong snorted coldly and shouted, "Captain Paris, keep your mouth clean and don't spit blood! I have already recognized that the real murderer is this seven-level warrior. If you catch him, you can know everything!"

"Hmm! If you kill someone, you must not let it go easily. The laborious young master has told him that you can't let go of any clues. Now that you kill someone, there is a suspicion of accomplice. I will let the truth speak!" Paris shouted at Kowloon while fighting.

While fighting, the seven-level martial artist was as black as ink. Suddenly, he saw Jiulong and Paris fighting with each other, with a slight sneer in his heart, a shout, and his voice resounded through the world, "Locus! Hurry up and run away. If you don't escape, it will be too late!"

"What did you say?" As soon as Jiulong heard that he was speechless, the treacherous servant unexpectedly said such a sentence out of thin air at this time. Now Jiulong jumped to the Yellow River and could not be washed. Jiulong opened his mouth, but he closed his mouth again and proved his innocence with practical actions.

Stabbed——

Stabbed——

Suddenly, Jiulong was furious, and the golden true blades tilted out crazily, and the dense sword spirit was intertwined like a net of heaven and earth, crazily splitting the seven-level warriors.

"Hmm!" Paris got the upper hand and took the upper hand. Then he looked at Kowloon's turbulent whole body, his eyes narrowed slightly, and shouted in a low voice, "Locus, don't be pretentious. Until this time, you still paid attention to me and told you that you are the same as this lowly slave today. Is it you who died? The best destination!"

"Lockus, stop hitting me. You have been exposed and there is no value in lurking. Our two brothers joined hands to kill this big man!" The servant suddenly shouted again!

"Shameless!" As soon as Jiulong heard it, he almost fainted. He really can't open the pot. This servant really can find faults and provoke discord. The skill of provocation can be said to be pure. He pestering Jiulong and insists that Jiulong is his accomplice!