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Wang Xiaojian? !

How is it possible, is it Wang Xiaojian?

He obviously suffered a fatal blow, how could it be possible that he was still alive?

Wang Xiaojian's black hair flew up, and his body glowed with golden light.

In his hand, he was holding a green soda can.

He raised his head, "gurgling", and drank the Sprite in the can into his stomach.

Immediately, he threw away his hand and walked out of the pit one step at a time.

Under a pair of shocked, excited, and unbelievable gazes, Wang Xiaojian walked out of the pit.

In his hand, there is an extra silver sword.

His contemptuous eyes fell on the five senior officials of Chunyangmen, and then the corners of his mouth raised, and a mocking expression appeared on his handsome face.

"This is the spicy chicken Chunyangmen, sneak attacking your grandpa?"

"go to hell."

Wang Xiaojian's indifferent opening made one feel like being struck by lightning.

He locked the eyes of the five high-level officials of Chunyangmen, and shot a murderous intent.

He is like a god of death, holding a sickle in his hand, staring at the person who is about to be brought into hell by him.

The word "death" stands out, and Wang Xiaojian's murderous intent is awe-inspiring. With a flick of the long sword, an afterimage of his body is left on the spot, and he shoots out suddenly.

Will be drinking!

7 Chapter Forty

"Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the end and never returning!"

Accompanied by a loud sound, Wang Xiaojian used the skill of drinking wine, and his body appeared in front of a hall master of Chunyangmen in an instant.

The silver long sword turned into a ray of silver light, and pierced his chest with a "poof", causing his blood to drip, and his face was shocked.

Sect Master Yang Feng, Second Elder Shang Zhizhang, and Third Elder Cai Qin were shocked, and then Wang Xiaojian's voice sounded again!

"Don't you see Gaotang Mingjing's sad white hair, the morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow."

brush!

Under the horrified gaze of the sect master Yang Feng, Wang Xiaojian's gaze was like lightning.

He was chanting poems, and the figure flashed again, disappearing from their sight.

Before I could wait, the female Hall Master, who was about forty years old, reacted.

A silver sword light turned into a light that pierced his chest.

puff~

Her body trembled, her pupils constricted.

When there was a stabbing pain in his chest, Wang Xiaojian's unrestrained and unrestrained face appeared in front of his eyes.

She looked down and saw her pierced chest, blood dripping continuously.

As Wang Xiaojian drew out the long sword, blood gushed out, and his body fell to the ground weakly.

Immediately, Wang Xiaojian's cold voice sounded again.

"You must be happy in life, and don't let the golden bottle face the moon."

"I was born to be useful, and I will come back after all the money is gone!"

It was an extremely beautiful poem, full of artistic conception.

Whether it was at the foot of the mountain or the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect, the image of a poetic fairy toasting to invite the bright moon appeared in their minds.

However, in the ears of Yang Feng, the sect master, Shang Zhizhang, the second elder, and Cai Qin, the third elder, there was a cold and icy murderous intent.

There's nowhere to hide.

The hairs stood on end.

The two hall masters around him died one after another, causing the Third Elder Cai Qin to look terrified and collapse inside.

There was only one thought in her mind, and that was to run.

If you don't run, you die!

She urged Chunyangmen's unique body technique, turned around and ran, but before she could take two steps, her body shook suddenly.

A silver sword glow cut through the air and pierced her back.

puff!

Ah!

The blood-stained sword tip protruded from Cai Qin's chest.

The heart-piercing pain made her let out a scream of fear.

Blood spurted out from the throat.

With the drawing of the long sword, the third elder Cai Qin's chest spurted blood, and his body slowly fell down.

Her eyes dimmed, and her body slowly turned into a cold corpse.

However, Wang Xiaojian didn't stop, he held the Silver Snake Sword in his hand, and the voice sounded again.

"It is fun to cook sheep and slaughter oxen, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time."

In the plain, everyone is excited about it.

Looking at the figure of him holding a long sword and reciting poems.

Many people only reflected it one after another.

He is not only a marquis of the state, but also a poet.

At this moment, he was obviously killing people, but the poems in his mouth made the picture in front of him have a bloody beauty, full of artistic conception.