They knew that Jiang Tian was difficult to deal with, and Master Huajing was no joke. They had been lurking around King No. 1 Villa for half a month, with the purpose of kidnapping Zhao Xueqing to coerce Jiang Tian.

But when one of the tombstones saw Jiang Tian vomiting blood, they changed their plan and took advantage of his illness to kill him and attacked Jiang Tian directly.

And during half a month of latent observation, they found no sign of Zhao Xueqing's cultivation. She was completely a weak woman with no power to restrain a chicken.

I never expected that Zhao Xueqing's strength would be so terrifying, no less powerful than Jiang Tian.

Even one Transformation Master can't handle it, let alone two. This task is simply too deceptive!

He was still hesitating whether to give up the mission, but one of the tombstones had already turned around and ran away.

"When you have finished eradicating evil, don't let the tiger go back to the mountain!"

Jiang Tian sipped his tea and admired the killing of his beloved wife.

Well, the growth is still very rapid.

In fact, there was no need for Jiang Tian to remind Zhao Xueqing that she had already stretched out her right hand towards the tombstone of the escaping tombstone.

A surging force of attraction suddenly formed.

call!

The killer had already run to the door of the living room, but suddenly his body flew into the air uncontrollably.

"Let me go!"

He screamed miserably and danced, but Zhao Xueqing had already grabbed the back of his neck.

Click!

Qing'eryu twisted her hand, and the tombstone's cervical vertebra was broken, his head tilted to one side, and he died.

Without waiting for the others to react, Zhao Xueqing danced her hands quickly and hit the air with her fingerlights continuously.

Boom, boom, thunder, several extremely powerful finger lights blasted out like heavy cannons,

The remaining tombstones also fell out and fell to the ground, motionless.

Their death conditions were extremely miserable. Some had their heads shattered and no corpses were left intact. Some had collapsed chests and spewed out blood mixed with organ fragments. Some had broken bones and muscles, and some were shattered into a puddle of flesh.

In an instant, the situation took a turn for the worse.

In less than a minute, only the leader of the tombstone, "The God of Death", and Anthony, the bloody totem, stood there with a horrified face, messy in the wind.

"Haha, you two masters of transformation, your flesh and blood are already very nourishing, please become my blood slaves!"

Suddenly, Anthony's face changed from surprise to joy, he laughed ferociously, clasped his hands on his chest, and silently recited a few spells.

Two fangs suddenly sprouted from the corners of his mouth, tearing! The clothes on his back were torn, and two black bat-like wings stretched out from his back.

"Go to hell!"

He opened his mouth wide, flapped his wings, and flew toward Zhao Xueqing with a roar.

The curved bone spurs on the edges of the wings flash with cold light and are extremely sharp, capable of scratching through steel.

"Phoenix feathers fill the sky!"

Zhao Xueqing let out a sweet shout, and the aura of Wushou Phoenix Fairy's body increased steadily. Two phoenix wings suddenly condensed and swept out.

Boom! With a sound, the two giant wings collided together, creating a torrent of air.

Suddenly, Anthony's wings, which could not be broken by bullets but could break gold and cracked stone, split like rags, and blood flowed like a stream.

"So strong!"

Anthony was frightened and cast a secret technique. A ball of blood suddenly burst out from his chest. The thick snow dance instantly enveloped him. The next moment, he suddenly disappeared and appeared in the courtyard. Then he flapped his wings rapidly and soared into the sky like a big bird.

Get up and fly into the distance

go.

"It's not easy to escape from such a serious injury with bleeding!" Jiang Tian said with a slight smile.

"You want to run, but can you?"

Zhao Xueqing snorted coldly, her eyes flashing.

"Lihuohuangmu!"

A flame about tens of meters long shot out from his eyes.

"What's this!"

Anthony felt a scorching heat coming from behind, and when he looked back, he was horrified.

He tried several secret ways to dodge and save his life, but they were all useless.

Red flames immediately enveloped him.

Anthony let out a shrill scream and fell from the air to the lawn. Amidst the shrill scream, he struggled hard. First his head, clothes and then nails, skin, flesh, bones, internal organs, burned every inch from the inside out.

Finally, it was completely reduced to ashes.

Finally, when Anthony's body was completely burned out, the flames still could not stop.

Only a faint red shadow was seen struggling inside, as if trying to break free from the body, but as Zhao Xueqing spurted out another flame, the red shadow was completely destroyed.

"This is... blood soul?"

The "God of Death" was so frightened that he was trembling all over, dumbfounded, and fear gripped his entire body and mind.

It can be said that Zhao Xueqing's flame is so powerful that it can't help but burn the body of the blood race, which is impervious to water and fire, to ashes, and even destroy the blood soul. This is the legendary "destruction of body and soul".

When Anthony's soul disappeared, Zhao Xueqing slowly turned around and asked in a cold voice:

"Is your name the God of Death? Tell me, who is the mastermind behind the murder of my husband?"

"Goddess, please forgive me, this is a 'hidden flower' posted on the dark web. I don't know the financial backers behind the scenes either..."

Under extreme fear, the God of Death could no longer control himself. His knees softened and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Think about how powerful and proud he is as the leader of the world's seventh-ranked killer organization "Tombstone"?

He was once surrounded by the FBI in the United States, but he was able to talk and laugh freely, and escaped unscathed. He killed as many as 100 to 80 rich people and dignitaries, his hands were stained with blood, and he regarded human life as nothing. The word "fear" has never been mentioned in the dictionary.

Two words.

But at this moment, he was really afraid. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of being burned to ashes and dying like this.

"Don't know? Then go die!"

Zhao Xueqing's beautiful eyes flashed, and she struck the air with her finger. The God of Death's head exploded, and he fell to the ground, dead.

The huge lawn has almost become a shura field, with flesh and blood all over the ground, corpses all over the ground, and the bright red snow water pouring into the withered yellow turf, which is particularly dazzling on an early winter night.

At this time, the blood-red murderous aura in Zhao Xueqing's beautiful eyes slowly receded and became clear again. She glanced around in confusion, and her hands could not stop trembling.

She looked down at the blood on her hands again, and said in a trembling voice: "I killed someone!"

"Do you regret it?"

Jiang Tian came over, held her crumbling body, his eyes flashed with a hint of gloom, and sighed: "Actually, I regret a little, maybe I shouldn't have brought you on this path..."

"No, I don't regret it!"

Zhao Xueqing took two deep breaths, calmed down, shook her head and said firmly: "Even if time goes back, I will still kill them!"

"Well, actually, it's my first time to kill someone.

I vomited for three days and three nights!"

Jiang Tian's eyes lit up and he smiled softly: "Don't think too much about trivial matters. Now, you just need to remember why you swing the sword and strengthen your belief when you swing the sword. As long as your belief is firm and correct

, that is a choice without regrets. No need to put pressure on yourself..."

…

The next day, Jiang Tian washed up and got up, and went to the living room. He found that Zhao Xueqing had regained her composure and had made a table of breakfast.

"Jiang Tian, ​​we have to go back to Jinling!" Zhao Xueqing asked worriedly.

"Well, actually, Shen Mange and the others should be almost there when they go there, but to be on the safe side, we'd better go back!"

A cold light flashed in Jiang Tian's eyes and he said:

"The money master behind the dark web has actually found out my identity. Those powerful men who covet the bounty may take action against the Jiang family to blackmail me and make me throw a trap!"

Last night, he used his spiritual consciousness to scan the entire Linzhou, and there was no sign of any strong people. I am afraid that more strong people will appear in Jinling.

"Well, then we can set off!"

Qing'er nodded, and the two of them immediately packed up and saluted, took the little monkey Qitian with them, got into the Rolls-Royce Phantom, and headed straight for Jinling.

Sitting in the car, Jiang Tian felt depressed again. He didn't dare to take a plane now.

Because if the enemy attacks the plane, Jiang Tian will definitely die if he falls from a thousand meters altitude with his current weak body.

"My weak physical body is, after all, my biggest fetter at the moment..."

Qing'er was worried about Jiang Tian's health and insisted on driving. Jiang Tian sat in the passenger seat, looking at the fleeting scenery outside the window, frowning and feeling depressed.

Even if he refines a flying sword, he cannot fly at a speed that breaks the sound barrier, otherwise his physical body will not be able to withstand it.
To be continued...