In less than fifteen minutes, nearly a hundred people fell on the ground.

The killer brought by Jia Mingzhu and Rongguang was almost completely killed by Rong Shengli.

At this moment, the halls of the four turrets were all shrouded in thick red fog, and the smell of fishy smell made people vomit.

The mutilated corpse was splattered with blood and ink, and the scene was extremely tragic.

It's just that Jia Mingzhu and Rongguang still didn't stop charging. In the battle tonight, Rong won the victory, that is, they died.

The glory of the moment is pressing with both hands again.

"kill him!"

Eight young people with different costumes and colors sprang out from behind and attacked Xiang Rong with a wave of sabers.

Compared with the assassins who attacked just like the tide, these eight people were more indifferent and tougher, as if nothing in the world could defeat them.

Rong Shengli felt the chill: "Use Tianyao No.1 test product against me? Rongguang, you are really unscrupulous."

Rongguang is neither overbearing nor overbearing: "I am just following the appearance of a father."

While they were speaking, eight young men with flat heads had already been killed in front of Rong Shengli, and they shot without mercy.

The momentum is amazing.

"Want to use a beast against me?"

Rong Shengli sneered: "It's not that easy!"

After speaking, he shook his wrist and waved his saber to block the sharp weapon dropped by the eight people.

The nine people shook their bodies almost at the same time, and the eight flat-headed youths looked pale and took three steps back.

Rong Shengli didn't move, but his blood was also rolling, and he felt a little bit cold all over his body, and his skin began to hurt severely.

Especially the eyes, although they tried their best to close, they still had tearing pain. Obviously, the poison was the cost.

However, Rong Shengli did not reveal any flaws, and maintained a strong fight with the eight flat-headed youths.

In order to better deter the enemy, Rong Shengli's saber slashed out like lightning, like a thunderbolt, shaking all the enemies that rushed back.

But after seven rounds, with the clash of "dang", his saber was actually blocked.

Three sharp weapons held Rong Shengli's sword. Although the bodies of the three enemies were shaky and their faces turned red, they were still held.

"Swish swish!"

Because of the gap created by the saber being blocked, Rong Shengli suffered five stab wounds.

However, Rong Shengli seemed to be unaffected by the impact, and with a flick of his wrist, he retracted his saber, and then swiped in a line, killing all three of them in front of him.

Then he slashed the five enemies behind with a backhand.

"when--"

It's just that Rong Shengli's speed is fast, and the opponent's speed is also fast. Together, the five set up Rong Shengli's knife.

Both sides surged with brute force.

Rong Shengli's blood boiled and he couldn't help but let out a cough. This time the cough was more intense than any one.

Rong Shengli's face showed an expression of uncontrollable pain, and just at this moment, he felt a glacier coldness behind him.

"kill--"

Rong Shengli subconsciously wanted to shake off five knives, but suddenly he lost his strength.

At this moment, a murderous opportunity shrouded victory.

"not good!!!"

Rong Shengli's complexion changed slightly, and he wanted to step back and evade.

But it's too late!

"flutter--"

A corpse on the ground suddenly sat up, and a dagger was thrust into Rong Shengli's waist at close range.

Although Rong Shengli retreated with all his strength, he still slowed down a bit, snorted, with a knife in his waist, his expression a little bitter.

"Swish—"

When Rong Shengli was angry that someone lying corpse attacked, another unstoppable sword light flashed from the side, and the whole hall lit up.

This sword is as powerful as a rainbow, this sword is aloof in the world, this sword is difficult to resist.

One sword breaks mountains and rivers.

Rong Shengli resisted with a backhand, but heard a bang, the saber broke, and Jianguang bit Rong Shengli's chest.

Rong Shengli, who has fought against a hundred people, retreats with all his strength, but is still half a beat slow, with a hideous blood in his chest!

One of the ribs was also broken.

As the blood rain dissipated, there were two more figures in the hall, one was a young man wearing a mask and the other was a blank-faced young man with a sword.

The former is cold, but exudes an elegant aristocratic atmosphere. The sword-holding youth has no emotion at all, but stands beside the young man indifferently.

"Rong Xueli, Zhao Junbao?"

After Rong Shengli stabilized his body, the corner of his mouth was joking: "You are here tonight."

"Xueli... I didn't expect you to rebel with your father. It really disappointed me."

Rong Shengli coughed: "It's just a rebellion and it's rebellion. Why don't you wear a mask and can't see people?"

"What is rebellion?"

Jia Mingzhu snorted: "This is what people want. You have disappointed too many people. You have to blame for what you are today."

The young man with a mask straightened his body and faintly said: "Grandpa, I don't want to be sorry for you, I don't even want to be involved in the grievances of the older generation."

"But Murong Ningyan is dead, but you don't want to avenge her. I am very disappointed and sad."

Rong Xueli didn't cover up too much: "And my father is my father after all, but my grandfather is not my grandfather."

"Don't talk about so many useless things."

There is a touch of coldness on Rong Shengli's face: "You and Murong Ningyan are a political marriage. You know how much affection you have."

"Looking for Murong Ningyan's excuse is just to hide her shame."

"You participated in the action tonight, but because of Ye Tianlong's pressure, you feel that he threatens your future."

"Plus Ye Tianlong's previous actions have harmed you and Rongguang many good things."

Rong Shengli snorted, "You are worried that I will regard Ye Tianlong as my successor, so you want me to die soon to protect your interests."

Rong Xueli didn't speak any more, just stood there quietly.

Jia Mingzhu came up from behind, as if the winner looked at Rong Shengli: "It doesn't matter what you think."

"The important thing is that you are already injured and poisoned, you are about to die."

Jia Mingzhu yelled: "Rongguang, let's go together and kill him."

After speaking, she grabbed her right hand and picked up a sword.

Rongguang also raised the knife: "It's time to end."

Rong Xueli and Zhao Junbao slowly surrounded them, preparing for the life of Jie Rong victory...

"cough--"

At this time, Rong Shengli coughed again, and his voice was extremely harsh and alarming.

He stood between his hellish limbs and arms, his clothes covered with blood.

He leaned down, propped his knife on the ground, coughing extremely hard, his pale face had risen to grayish purple.

The blood on his body slowly flowed down, staining the ground crimson.

It's just that although Rong Shengli was coughing in pain, he still took a black box out of his arms, opened it, and took out a white pill.

He took it as quickly as possible, and a glacial chill instantly dissipated.

"The return of spring?"

Jia Mingzhu was shocked: "How is it possible?"