"Who are you!?"

Although Jin Youzhong was surprised by the speed of this man's attack, he did not lose his balance. He slowly put his hands on the two swords on his waist to be on guard, and calmly observed Su Wangting's next movements.

Su Wangting did not answer, but turned his head and looked coldly at Jin Youzhong's red-shirted men.

The nine men in red shirts all took two steps back at this sight.

It seems that just by the collision of their eyes, they can feel that their own strength is completely different from this person!

Su Wangting stretched out his hand and slowly pointed at the man in red shirt who was holding Granny Zhifeng hostage with a knife: "Let her go."

The man in red shirt swallowed his saliva and looked at Jin Youzhong, asking for his advice.

Jin Youzhong was indifferent and just stared at Su Wangting.

"Don't let go?"

Jin Youzhong frowned slightly but remained silent.

It seems that he is deliberately testing the other party's depth.

Su Wangting snorted softly and looked at Qingwen with tears in his eyes: "I'm sorry, I was late and the female disciple of your sect was injured. Please help her out for treatment in person, Master."

Qingwen slowly stood up and looked nervously at Jin Youzhong, who was holding the handle of the knife at his waist with both hands in front of him, but his feet did not move.

"Don't worry, come over here. He doesn't dare to move." Su Wangting said calmly.

"Are you sure?" Jin Youzhong finally spoke.

Su Wangting said in a deep voice: "You have to pay close attention to your hands holding the handles of the swords. If the two swords at your waist are only withdrawn by even half an inch, you will die immediately."

Jin Youzhong gritted his teeth when he heard this and was speechless.

"Don't bet." Su Wangting added.

Jin Youzhong's hands holding the handle of the knife had blue veins popping out!

Su Wangting waved to Qingwen: "Come on, help her out. Don't worry."

Qingwen took a deep breath and nodded firmly: "I believe you!"

After talking, Qingwen and Jin Youzhong passed each other!

Although his teeth creaked, the hands holding the handle of the knife did not move at all.

He doesn’t dare to gamble!!

At this moment, he felt vaguely in his heart that this person's words might not be a bluff!

After Qingwen helped the female disciple leave the main hall, Su Wangting once again pointed to the man in red shirt who was holding Granny Zhifeng hostage: "Let her go."

Jin Youzhong gritted his teeth and said, "Don't let go. I want to see what you can do!"

"very good."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Wangting's figure gradually became disorganized.

"Afterimage!?" Jin Youzhong took a breath.

"thump!"

A red-shirted man fell to the ground.

In the roar, a thin line of red!

The remaining eight red-shirted men were shocked, and they all widened their eyes and turned to look behind them.

Immediately, the eight people jumped out of the way as if they had seen a ghost!

How did this person suddenly appear between them in full view of everyone!!

"Let her go." Su Wangting repeated.

"Kill him!!!" Jin Youzhong roared.

"yes!!"

Eight hands quickly touched the handles of the knives at their waists!!

Sixteen daggers, all unsheathed!!

"call!!"

A strong wind suddenly passed by.

Jin Youzhong’s pupils shrank suddenly!!

I saw a rusty long knife in Su Wangting's hand, already unsheathed!!

When did he pull out the knife!!

Even though I kept watching closely, I didn't see his action of drawing the sword clearly!!

"Thump, thump, thump, thump..."

Eight people fell to the ground!

After all, those sixteen daggers still didn’t have time to be fully unsheathed!!

"Bat...Bat Sword Technique!!!" Jin Youzhong shouted.

Jin Youzhong only guessed that it was the sword-drawing technique.

Because he didn't see clearly Su Wangting's action of drawing his sword and wiping it at everyone!

Not even a trace of movement could be seen clearly!

Su Wangting slowly returned the knife to its sheath and repeated again: "Let her go."

In an instant, almost all his men were killed.

Terrible instant kill!!

Fear finally arose in Jin Youzhong's heart!

"You...who are you?!"

Su Wangting said coldly: "You deserve to die if you kill a woman!"

"You...have you never killed a woman!!!"

Su Wangting nodded: "I killed him. Although he was in a state of losing his mind, he did kill him."

"If you say that, then you deserve to die!!!"

Su Wangting sneered and said: "Yes, I deserve to die. So I killed all the other sects, and no one said I deserved to die anymore."

"It's a joke, one person destroys a sect, do you think you are a blood Shura!!??"

But as soon as these words came out of his mouth, Jin Youzhong himself was stunned.

After staring at Su Wangting for a long time, his hand trembled and left the handle of the knife at his waist.

He seemed to understand something.

"I...I should have thought of you...you..."

He seemed to be awakened by himself.

"You...are Blood Shura!?"

Su Wangting frowned slightly: "This name is really unpleasant."

Jin Youzhong's legs weakened and he collapsed on the ground.

The face is earthy.

"Bang!"

The short knife in front of Granny Zhifeng's neck fell to the ground.

The remaining man trembled and staggered back until he hit the wall behind him. His legs were still pushing back hard, as if he wanted to squeeze through the wall and did not want to stay here for a moment.

Su Wangting stared at the limp Jin Youzhong and said coldly: "You, the Red Maple Society, have been a wallflower from the beginning. When the three pillars of Silla were in the past, you had been colluding with the White Tiger Hall and preparing to attack the Frost Flower Palace. And when the White Tiger Hall was about to be defeated,

When I was destroyed, you ignored their calls for help and simply turned to the Frost Flower Palace. Humph, they are just a bunch of people who follow the trend."

Jin Youzhong seemed not to have listened to these words. He just stared at the ground and murmured repeatedly: "I should have thought of it, I should have thought of it... That is the long sword of Frost Flower Palace... the sword drawing technique of Frost Flower Palace... Flower

Lang Dao Jue...you are Blood Shura..."

He knew that his life was about to end!

Blood Shura, who had furiously killed more than 300 masters in the past, was now standing in front of him. How could he still have any hope of survival!?

Absolutely not!!

"Su... Mr. Su." At this moment, Granny Zhifeng spoke tremblingly.

"What's the matter?"

Granny Zhifeng looked at the bewildered Jin Youzhong and sighed, and whispered: "In this matter, our Huanyan Pavilion broke the contract first. Although they seriously injured a female disciple, they also paid the price of ten lives.

.Can you...spare his life and let them go?"
To be continued...