Liao Xun smiled and said:

"The purpose of luring him out of the city and into the mountains is just to facilitate the destruction of his body and traces of his body, and at the same time, expose his death later, so that we have enough time to clean up the mess and avoid tracing."

With that said, he walked up to Shen Lang, who seemed to be hanging with his last breath, and lightly kicked his thigh with his toes. Seeing that his leg was shaking badly, he couldn't help but frown and muttered:

"This kid looks tall, but he didn't expect to be so light..."

Zhou Shicheng snorted coldly:

"He has been practicing magic in seclusion in a small room in the Sutra Collection Hall for a month, and of course his body has long been exhausted. Stop talking nonsense, cut off his head quickly, and return to the city to receive the reward."

Eunuch Liao nodded and turned around to greet Ding Hao:

"Ding Hao, your sword is big enough, come here and chop off his head!"

After speaking, he turned his back and winked at Zhou Shicheng, making a vague gesture of cutting his throat.

Zhou Shicheng knew that this was to kill people and silence them, and at the same time reduce the number of people who would share the spoils. He immediately nodded slightly with understanding.

At this time, Ding Hao went back and took his thick-backed broad sword, walked up to the dying Shen Lang, swung his sword, and cut off Shen Lang's head with a kacha sound.

The moment he beheaded Shen Lang.

Zhou Shicheng suddenly raised his hand, and just as he was about to cast a spell on Ding Hao, he suddenly felt a chill in the back of his heart, as well as a chill and pain in his chest.

Zhou Shicheng shrank, lowered his head, and saw a bloody sword tip coming out of his chest. The sword tip was narrow and thin, just like Liao Xun's rapier!

"Brother Zhou, I'm sorry. We think it would be more appropriate to share the money with Brother Ding."

Liao Xun chuckled sinisterly, twisted his wrist, and stabbed Zhou Shicheng all the way back and forth. The rapier that also pierced his heart stirred, making his heart even more broken.

A large amount of blood foam overflowed from the corner of Zhou Shicheng's mouth, all his strength disappeared, and his body was heading towards death quickly. Just as he still had some consciousness, he unleashed a last spell and fought with the eunuch named Liao to death together. In the gradually darkening vision, there was another cold light.

A flash.

It was Ding Hao who swung his sword horizontally and cut off his head with a pop.

Liao Xun pulled out the thin sword that had given Zhou Shicheng a piercing blow, shook his hand to shake off the blood stains on the sword, and ordered in a soft and delicate voice:

"Wrap the head of Mr. Shen, chop the body together with the body of Zhou, and throw it into the stream to feed the wild animals."

Ding Hao nodded and was about to take action when he suddenly froze, his lifeless gray eyes fixed on the place where Shen Lang's body lay.

"What are you doing?"

Liao Xun frowned in dissatisfaction and glanced at Shen Lang's body. He was stunned like Ding Hao.

But it was Shen Lang's body and head that seemed to be melting into the air, rapidly disintegrating and disappearing.

Not only the corpses and heads were disappearing, but even the blood dripping on the ground was quickly disappearing!

"What, what's going on?"

Liao Xun was stunned, as if he had seen a ghost in the daytime.

Just when he was shocked, a crisp sound of applause came:

"Wonderful! In just a short period of time, there were several reversals, people's hearts were treacherous, and intrigues abounded. Thank you, Eunuch Liao, for letting me see such a wonderful show!"

Liao Xuntong shrank slightly and followed the sound, and saw that Shen Lang, whose head was obviously missing, was standing on the other side of the stream, smiling and clapped his hands.

"you!"

Seeing this scene, Liao Xun didn't know that he had been tricked by Shen Lang's "blind cover"?

He immediately stared at Shen Lang and said sternly:

"How can you, a mere eighth-grade cultivator, come up with such a clever trick to deceive even Zhou Shicheng and our family?"

Zhou Shicheng has the realm of fifth-level Yuanshen, and Liao Xun is also an early-stage warrior of fourth-level. It is impossible to deceive them with the blinding techniques that eighth-level magic cultivators can use.

What's more, although the corpse just now was a little lighter, it was still an entity with flesh and blood, weight and touch. He even kicked it himself. How could it be an illusion?

"It must be the magic amulet that Master Wanfa rewards you with!"

Liao Xun refused to believe that it was Shen Lang's own ability, and regarded the "deception" as a reward from Master Wanfa, and shouted:

"You have the life-saving means given by real people, and you are just trying to survive. How dare you show up and ridicule our family? You are simply asking for your own death! Ding Hao, cut him into pieces for our family!"

Ding Hao stared at Shen Lang with his lifeless gray eyes, raised his thick-crested sword, and threw it with all his strength. He actually used the long sword as a javelin and threw it at Shen Lang.

After throwing the sword, he struck out with his palms in succession, hitting Shen Lang seven times in a row.

The seven levels of palm power were applied one after another, superimposed layer by layer, and turned into a raging palm power like a violent wave. With the sound of roaring and surging waves, it hit Shen Lang through the air.

Shen Lang tilted his head slightly to avoid the flying sword and said with a smile:

"It seems you are not a swordsman at all!"

As he spoke, he pushed forward with his palm in response to the surging madness.

boom!

Amidst the loud noise, billowing air waves erupted, rolling up the sand on the ground, smashing dead grass and leaves, and turning into a hazy dust ring that impacted in all directions.

But what was a little bit beyond Shen Lang's expectation was that this air-distance palm force actually had more than one level of strength.

After the first wave broke out, there was a second wave, a third wave...

A total of seven waves of palm power erupted one after another, and each wave was more fierce than the last.

If Shen Lang hadn't had the spiritual sense to warn him and practiced "Tide Palm", he would have been used to having several levels of stamina hidden in one palm, and he might have been caught off guard.

Even if you can't get hurt because of the armor, you will inevitably be hit by the force of the palm until your shirt is blown off.

Boom boom boom...

Seven levels of palm power exploded one after another, and Shen Lang also responded with hidden stamina.

Under the impact of palm power, air waves spread out one after another. When all seven levels of palm power exploded, the ground under Shen Lang's feet had been thinned by more than half a foot within a radius of about ten feet and was clean.

There wasn't even a blade of grass or a speck of dust left.

Shen Lang frowned and looked at Ding Hao:

"Tidal Palm Power?"

He had practiced the Tide Palm Power himself, and now he used his physical palm to force the opponent's Sky Palm Power. After experiencing it for himself, he could naturally recognize Ding Hao's martial arts.

Looking at Ding Hao's tall and burly figure, the more I look at him, the more familiar he looks.

"Who are you? Shark King Sha Wanli?"

If Shen Lang knew that after he left Yingzhou, Mu Qingxue, who had planned to escort him secretly, was intercepted by a father-in-law named Zhang, who showed the emperor's decree and demanded that the captives of the Shark King Gang be taken away and serve as "dead soldiers".

"camp", then Shen Lang's tone at this time should be an affirmative sentence, not a question.

Facing Shen Lang's question, "Ding Hao" remained silent. His gray eyes under the black iron mask stared at Shen Lang, and he used his palms again in a series, and used a series of punches in the air to blast towards Shen Lang.

Eunuch Liao looked shocked:

This kid can't release his inner strength outwards, and his martial arts is only at the sixth level, but he can directly match the palm power of Ding Hao, who is at the fifth level. With a weak opponent and a strong one, fighting across levels, he is actually a rare martial arts genius!

Once such a person becomes an enemy, he must be killed completely, otherwise there will be great trouble!

At this moment, Eunuch Liao no longer held back his hands. He let out a sharp roar and flashed like a ghost. He wanted to join forces with Ding Hao to quickly fight and kill Shen Lang.

However, just as Liao Xun flew over the creek.

The slowly flowing, crystal clear stream suddenly rolled up and turned into a wall of water, lying in front of Liao Xun.

The wall of water appeared almost close to the tip of Liao Xun's nose. No matter how weird and fast Eunuch Liao's movements were, he had no time to make any evasive reaction. He could only rush to gather his energy and fight against the wall of water.

The human body of flesh and blood collided with the water wall formed by the stream, making a loud "winter" sound, like an iron man hitting the copper wall.

The wall of water suddenly collapsed, but Eunuch Liao was also hit so hard that he felt dizzy, blood boiling in his chest, and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

However, he is a fourth-level master after all, and his true energy is relatively pure. With the movement of his breath, he can suppress the churning energy and blood in an instant and regain his clarity.

But just as the clarity of vision returned, a giant claw suddenly emerged from the stream.

This claw is shaped like a dragon's claw, with five fingers, and the back of the claw is covered with red scales, shining with a flaming aura.

The "dragon claw", which was only slightly larger than an ordinary person's hand, poked out of the stream and grabbed Liao Xun. However, in Liao Xun's field of vision, he seemed to see a huge claw that covered the sky and the sun, covering the space around him.

It was completely enveloped, blocking all possibilities for him to dodge, forcing him to take the claw forcefully.

ah!

Liao Xun glared angrily, screamed, and exploded with all his energy.

An ordinary hundred-forged steel sword cannot carry the true energy. The moment he burst out the true energy, it turned into countless fragments and shot towards the dragon's claws like a rain of bullets.

At the same time, Liao Xun put his five fingers together and used his palm as a sword. A sword light about a foot long erupted from his palm. Following the scattered steel sword fragments, he quickly stabbed the dragon claw that was grabbing at his face.

clang clang clang clang...

Amidst the dense sound of gold and iron clashing like rain, fragments of steel swords filled the sky and shot towards the "dragon claws".

Each of these steel sword fragments is enough to penetrate the protective inner strength of a fifth-grade warrior and break his flesh and blood.

Even a fifth-grade warrior who is proficient in hard skills will be shot into a bloody gourd by so many steel sword fragments.

But such sharp fragments were shot on the red scales of the dragon's claws that were as bright as fire and glowing, but they didn't leave even a scratch. They were all bounced away with a clanging sound!
To be continued...