Chapter 52 Tragedy at the Cliff of Death

In the simulator, even though Lu Changsheng became a master of swordsmanship, he was still tortured by the insidious tricks of Leng Qingwu and the people behind him.

If they were not allowed to taste the taste of despair, Lu Changsheng felt that he would not be able to eat well or sleep well.

And in this process, you can easily establish your own power, killing two birds with one stone.

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"Master Leng, where should we go next? Yanyu Tower or Tianying Gate?"

Zhou Ming was a little dejected after running into walls one after another, but with his ruthless existence, he had not completely lost confidence.

After all, the one standing behind Leng Qingwu was the imperial court, and there were several great masters. Although the Martial Alliance was strange and mysterious, in his mind, it was still far different from the imperial court.

"No! Let's go to Jueming Cliff!" Leng Wuwu said coldly.

"Destiny Cliff? I heard that there are a bunch of lunatics there..."

Zhou Ming was pounding in his heart, wondering why Leng Qingwu gave up on the plan he had made.

Seeming to see Zhou Ming's confusion, Leng Qingqing said: "It is precisely because they are a bunch of lunatics that we have to go! Don't forget, our first target is always Lu Changsheng, and all the Jianghu forces in Qingzhou may defect to the Martial Alliance. , but those lunatics definitely won’t!

Lu Changsheng killed Master Tian Jue and formed a blood feud with them. They are also the force we are most confident of winning over! "

"You are also a madman..."

Zhou Ming muttered in his heart.

Although he didn't want to cooperate with a group of notorious lunatics, Zhou Ming had to admit that they had no better choice now.

After making the decision, the two bought two good horses nearby and headed straight for Jueming Cliff.

Jueming Cliff is one hundred and eighty miles north of Sanhe City.

With the foot power of a fast horse, it only takes one and a half hours to arrive.

But after the two of them beat them hard, it took only an hour to reach Jueming Cliff.

Abandoning the two fast horses that fell to the ground twitching and foaming at the mouth, the two came to a manor gate.

"It smells like blood!"

Leng Qingqing sniffed and his expression suddenly changed.

Zhou Ming shrugged and said indifferently: "The people at Juemingya are just a bunch of lunatics. They often conduct various experiments on living animals. The smell of blood is normal. It's impossible for people from the Martial Alliance to come again, right?"

They rushed here non-stop, and Zhou Ming didn't think Wu Meng could move faster than them.

Moreover, everyone in Juemingya is a top-notch expert. In addition to Master Tian Jue, there are also three powerful masters.

They are Snake Lord Zhao Wencai, Evil Sword Xu Xian and Kuai Jian Changming.

Even if the Grand Master wants to capture three people, it will take a lot of effort.

Now that everything is calm, could it be that the people from the Wu League killed them all in such a short period of time?

Zhou Ming pushed open the door of the manor, but then he wanted to slap himself twice.

I saw blood flowing behind the door and corpses all over the ground.

As far as the eye can see, corpses opened their eyes unwillingly, with confusion and fear, as if asking the sky, why is this?

This is simply like coming to Senluo Hell!

Zhou Ming covered his mouth and almost vomited.

Even though he has been the head of the Zhou family for many years, he has never seen such a scene.

"The blood is warm. These people died not long ago, and judging from the wounds, they were all killed with one sword. The sword technique was from the same sword as the one that killed the little dragon Zheng Haisheng!"

Leng Wuqing walked into the manor with an expressionless face. In just a few breaths, he saw a lot of things.

As you continue walking inside, the scene inside becomes more and more terrifying.

Snake Lord Zhao Wencai's head was cut off with a knife and placed on the table.

Evil Sword Xu Xian's sword was broken into several pieces, just like his body.

Kuai Jian Chang Ming's sword was not broken, but was inserted into his own head.

These three were all evil and murderous beings in their early years. Later, they fled to Jueming Cliff, hugged together with Master Tian Jue to keep warm, and formed this notorious Jueming Cliff. Even the Qingzhou government could only turn a blind eye. Close your eyes.

I thought the disaster would last for thousands of years, but I didn't expect that everyone would die tragically today.

Could it be that there is really reincarnation of cause and effect in the world, and retribution is unpleasant?

Zhou Ming thought of the immoral things he had done, and fell silent for a moment.

"We are still a step too late..." Leng Wuwu shook his head.

Zhou Ming wondered: "Isn't the purpose of the Martial Alliance to conquer the Jianghu forces? Why did they massacre all the people in Juemingya? Could it be that they failed to conquer and became angry from shame?"

"Perhaps we fell into some kind of thinking trap from the beginning..."

Leng Wuqing sighed with a rare sigh and said: "Perhaps we both have been the targets of the Martial Alliance for a long time..."

Zhou Ming has been the head of the household for many years and has a calm demeanor. However, at this moment, he was so frightened that he took a few steps back and said in a trembling voice: "We have no grudges against the Martial Alliance. To deal with the two of us, the leader of the Martial Alliance does not need to be so powerful." Fei Zhouzhang, right?”

"Maybe it's not a big deal, but a cat and mouse game!"

Leng Tianqing shook his head slightly, feeling a strong sense of frustration in his heart.

This feeling is obviously extremely incredible for a high-ranking divine hunter like him.

"Let's go! Go back to the Dragon King Gang's helm! These are just second-rate forces, and the Dragon King Gang has a great master. No matter how arrogant the Martial Alliance is, they will definitely not dare to attack their helm in a short time." Leng Wuqing said.

Zhou Ming nodded in approval.

There is a world of difference between a Grand Master and a Grand Master. Even if the Martial Alliance has more than one Grand Master, it will certainly not easily offend another Grand Master to death without making complete preparations.

But the only problem now is that the two good horses before were broken by the two of them and can no longer be ridden.

The two could only use Qinggong to rush back.

Zhou Ming was exhausted from the 180-mile journey.

If I had known earlier, I would have been gentler and not ridden so hard.

When they entered the city and came to the Dragon King Gang's branch, they heard a loud fight from afar.

The two looked at each other and felt something was wrong.

When they got closer, they saw a dense crowd of gang members wearing various costumes, strangling the Dragon King Gang disciples together!

Judging from their costumes, they were the four major gangs of Jiaolonghui, Mabang, Yanyulou and Tianyingmen!

"Are these people crazy?"

Zhou Ming murmured. If they really wanted to destroy the branch, these four gangs would fight to the death with the Dragon King Gang!

"Six Gates, stop it!"

Leng Wuqing took out a purple token that belonged to him alone, trying to use his status as a court official to pressure others.

"Since when did the imperial court's lackeys also intervene in the affairs of the martial arts world?"

A thin young man in a brocade robe with eyes as sharp as an eagle's came over with several followers.

"Who are you?" Leng Wuqing frowned.

"You don't even know our Little Eagle King of the Sky Eagle Sect, and you still say you are from the Six Gates!" The people behind the young man with eagle eyes laughed.

Leng Wuqing was about to get angry when he saw the Little Eagle King's face darken first: "I have said it many times, from now on there is no Sky Eagle Sect, only the Dingzi Hall of the Wumeng! Slap yourself!"