When Liancheng learned that the person who kidnapped Zhang Haichao was in the same group as Jinshi Media.

He decided not to hold back.

The power of cultivation has not penetrated too much into the government. A country based on the modern scientific system has its mighty luck to the cultivators without any benefit. It will greatly suppress the cultivators' cultivation speed and may even cause irreversible damage to the state of mind.

Unless you are dedicated to seeking wealth and practicing without intention, you will deal with the government representing the collection of national consciousness.

The peace on the surface of today's society relies more on checks and balances between the power of cultivation and sects and written agreements, so that it maintains the secular and supernatural isolation, and does not affect the lives of ordinary people. The government knows the existence of the world of cultivation and has conducted some research in secret, but cannot participate on a large scale. In most cases, it plays the role of wiping the butt.

Centralization and cultivation are two completely different paths.

Lian Cheng keenly noticed this.

He was not worried about exposure. On the contrary, fully exposing his strength was an excellent protective umbrella. Things in the world were unpredictable, and the problem could not be solved by temporary fire fighting alone.

From now on, as he goes deeper into the world of cultivation, there will be more and more troubles. At the same time, it will gradually affect people around him, strangers, relatives and friends, and will be involved in danger because of Liancheng.

The Qionghua Sword Sect is the tiger skin he made up. He wants to make this layer of tiger skin stronger and more gorgeous, making Xiaoxiao feel afraid.

Today is Zhang Haichao, and tomorrow it will be Xiaohua, a friend, or even a relative of Liancheng.

Lian Cheng was angry at Jinshi Media's false charges, and even more annoyed by Jinshi Media's small actions against Daewoo Entertainment. He really needed the money that Xiaohua and Youqianyu signed, and copper coins were even more needed.

Cut off people's wealth and wealth paths, and there are hatred and hatred.

Cut the road of life, deep hatred!

If Lian Cheng holds on to this, he is not worthy of calling himself a monk.

In the courtyard.

The black and red cloak of the ghost soul was windless, holding the serrated sword in his hand. The red evil ghost behind him emitted a ghost energy, firmly grasping the sword body and acting as a scabbard to accumulate power.

"Who is this person!" Geng Jun was surprised. Seeing that the situation was wrong, he immediately called Su Kaiwei: "Another person came outside the house."

"It's okay, let's talk about the situation here." Su Kaiwei was about to hang up the phone.

The wind in the courtyard was moving.

The leaves and sand floated freely under the guidance of the airflow. The flowers drooped low, and birds and mice hid, and from then on, they looked up at the sky. The night seemed to be covered with scarlet red. When the wind blew, it blew on the villa glass, as if it was hitting violently with its hands, making a series of rapid and violent sounds.

Geng Jun's heart was getting more and more uneasy. "That man is probably a monk..."

Su Kaiwei didn't care.

He has practiced the Taoist method of killing and attacking for decades. Even famous and surnamed cultivation sects such as Longhu Mountain, Yulintai, and Yinmingsi in Nanyang Province have also heard of Su Kaiwei's name "Zang Jian" and are afraid of it.

There are countless monks who died in Zang Jian's hands, and even masters from Pi Realm cannot escape death.

The woman beside Geng Jun whispered to Geng Jun: "Zang Jian never fails, he has his own judgment. Mr. Geng, you just need to wait with peace of mind."

How could he calm down!

The sound of the strong wind hitting the glass seemed to be knocking on his heart.

Bang bang bang bang!

The sound is getting louder and louder!

The tall figures in the courtyard were motionless, and the air vaguely turned away from the direction pointed by the sword tip and surrendered to it. The plants and trees pointed to by the sword body withered withered withered withered in a visible trend of naked eyes and turned into powder all over the sky.

Liancheng's mind was extremely quiet. Everything around him was covered by his thinking, and no action could escape his perception.

The wind storms, trying to dig open his heart.

The cold red moon could not see the shadows under his breath.

This is a sword that Liancheng concentrated his cultivation and insights, and it is his understanding and expression of Tao and sword. Using the ghost soul as the carrier, this sword gradually changed, distorting the peace of spiritual energy and becoming extremely ferocious.

Su Kaiwei noticed the change outside the window. He looked at the moon, and the dazzling red color made his pupils shrink.

"The strange phenomenon of heaven and earth..."

It is not that the moon has really changed color, but that the light in the surrounding space has gradually lost its original appearance under the influence of some unknown force. Everything people see is actually a deception of electromagnetic waves on the brain. Liancheng's sword has reached the state of affecting vision.

Su Kaiwei once had the honor to meet a master of swordsmanship.

The old man was only at the middle level of the Fighting Realm. After a sword was released, Su Kaiwei even saw the hallucination of tragic death. The next second, the tip of the sword hit his throat. The most extreme sword technique can affect the scene a person sees.

He knew this truth.

but……

The old man eventually died at his hands. Now this person is no exception.

"Kill him." Su Kaiwei gave an order to Zhang Haichao's talisman paper villain.

Adu lay in a pool of blood.

The little man from Fu Paper immediately faithfully executed the order. It controlled Zhang Haichao's right hand and slowly pressed towards Shi Yiren. The knife covered with Zhang Haichao's fingerprints was aimed at Shi Yiren's throat, and at an orderly speed, it got closer and closer.

Zhang Haichao tried hard to resist the control of the villain Fu Paper, but he could not stop the trend of the knife moving forward.

Shi Yiren was stabbed by the spell.

He stared at his eyes in horror, his lips broke through the thin gap, his voice was muddy, and he couldn't say a complete sentence. He had a lot to say.

He can't die, if he dies, the mastermind behind the scenes will get the advantage.

He wants to inherit the family business of Jinshi Media.

He wants to live.

That's all.

The tip of the knife was less than the palm of his throat, and the cold light seemed to have been stuck to his hair. Once it was stabbed, the crazy revenge after Shi Zhongwen lost his son.

Shi Yiren wanted to live...but he could do nothing.

"She is still standing there."

The woman looked at the surveillance camera: "Even if there is something to rely on, Zang Jian has already come out, and she can't survive the next breath of meeting. Zang Jian never missed and is invincible in Zhaoping. It's over, and what should be over is over."

Geng Jun's hand was tightly clutching the handle of the chair, and his nails were about to cut into the wood. "I hope."

Su Kaiwei was bathed in the scarlet moonlight.

The Zang Tian Divine Sword with him was quietly suspended, aiming at the center of the courtyard, the center of the storm, the mysterious man holding the sword, and the soon-to-be dead man.

"You shouldn't have come out." Lian Cheng's voice was very soft.

Su Kaiwei frowned. He couldn't see the realm of this person. But he was not worried that even in the realm of the masters, the master among the masters was destined to become the soul of Zang Tian's destined to become the dead soul under the sword of Zang Tian.

Unfortunately, he was facing the half-step innate Liancheng.

"All nonsense!"

Su Kaiwei pinched the sword technique, and Zang Tian's magic sword disappeared out of thin air. The next blink of an eye had arrived in front of Liancheng. This was his sure-winning attack and killing spell. He had never lost for decades, and he directly took the head with a flash of sword light.

Easy and natural!

He suddenly felt happy when he saw Zang Tian's magic sword passing through the body of the man in the red robe, and he had no time to outline a smile on his lips.

Su Kaiwei heard a whisper.
Chapter completed!