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Chapter 279: Who Exactly Is It?


At this moment, everyone's eyes turned to Prime Minister Zuo.

Prime Minister Zuo was a bit bloated, with a fat head and big ears, and his small eyes were slightly narrowed.

He didn't seem to take this matter to heart.

He coughed lightly, glanced at the twelve people in front of him, waved and said, "Look at how you look. , do you still look like an important official of the imperial court?

Isn't it that terrible to die?

Please be careful.

I want to see who dares to kill someone in front of me."

Zhao Yufan was also very curious.

There were many Martial Emperors near the twelve people, and they were surrounded by Martial Emperor-level masters.

How could the demonic people kill them?

At the moment when everyone was thinking, one of the twelve people bled from all his orifices and died suddenly.

The dead body fell to the ground, and there were bursts of exclamations and slight screams in the living room.

Really dead.

Prime Minister Zuo shook his fat head and big ears, glanced at the dead body, and said calmly: "It's just poisoning, but he is the only one who was poisoned, you are fine."

As soon as these words came out, the remaining eleven people smiled bitterly.

Although they were not poisoned, the feeling that they might die anytime and anywhere made them almost collapse.

Zhao Yufan's pupils shrank and he kept staring at the poisoned corpse.

He remembered that the poisoned corpse was the same as the poisoned corpse described by Hong Ling.

The poisoned corpse described by Hong Ling was caused by the poison on the list.

The corpse of the dead elder.

Could it be said that they died of the same poison?

But who poisoned it?

Zhao Yufan looked around and his expression became solemn.

He didn't know when the poison was administered, so it was extremely difficult to find it.

At this time, everyone seemed to smell the aroma of wine.

Before they could react, pieces of gold paper penetrated the roof and fell in front of everyone.

In an instant, screams resounded throughout the entire mansion.

"Eighteen Years of Wine, White Mountain layman" Zhao Yufan's expression changed slightly.

The Twelve Envoys of the Holy Fire have also arrived, so the Jueling Swordsman must be here too.

It seems that there are many magic masters hiding in the dark.

In the panic, among the twelve people who were declared dead, another one died at some point.

This person had his throat pierced with a silver needle.

Zhao Yufan scanned the crowd with sharp eyes and did not find your demonic person hidden in the crowd, but the killer just now was definitely among the crowd.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

Some people had already fled crazily.

They did not want to wait for death in Zuoxiang's Mansion.

However, the demonic people did not pursue the escapees, which caused more people to flee crazily.

All those who could run ran away, and the rest were those who couldn't run and those who didn't want to run.

There were more than a thousand people in the hall just now, but now there were only more than 200 people.

Twelve people were declared dead, and now two are dead.

The remaining ten were so frightened that they almost ran behind Prime Minister Zuo.

Several people who were once in high positions were now like hungry beggars, panicked and at a loss.

Prime Minister Zuo, who had looked calm just now, became unnatural, and his eyes swept over the crowd sinisterly, as if searching for the murderer hidden in the dark.

"Well" A painful muffled sound suddenly sounded, and everyone looked at the person who made the sound, but that person had already fallen to the ground.

Another person died.

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In the following time, people died one after another, but no one discovered who did it.

This made many powerful Emperor Wu dumbfounded.

He could kill people invisible in front of Emperor Wu.

This person must be Emperor Wu, and he is extremely powerful.

Emperor Wu.

When only two of the twelve people who were declared dead were left, their breathing became slightly rapid and their expressions were extremely solemn.

Everyone knows that this is their last hope of finding the murderer.

Because the number of people is decreasing, the chances of finding the real murderer are also decreasing.

The remaining two people are Zhang Liang and Man Jinghua.

At this time, ten powerful Martial Emperors protected the two people from behind, staring at the people in front with burning eyes.

Anyone who wanted to kill them had to pass through the ten Martial Emperors.

Everyone's nerves became tense, and a depressing atmosphere spread in the air.

Suddenly, Zhang Liang said: "Idiot" Everyone's expressions were startled, and then they heard a scream "Ah" Man Jinghua suddenly died, and Zhang Liang suddenly leaped up from the top of the ten warriors, seeming to rush out of the living room.

The ten warriors reacted instantly and each launched an attack.

Unfortunately, Zhang Liang defeated their attack with a wave of his hand, and it fell on the beams in front of the courtyard.

Everyone looked up and suddenly realized that the person standing on the beam was not Zhang Liang at all, but Liu Wuhen, the leader of the Black Robe Party.

"Hiss!"

Zhao Yufan took a breath and was shocked.

It turned out that Liu Wuhen was dressed like Zhang Liang and had been mixing in the crowd.

The most terrifying thing was that he had just fought with ten Emperor Wuwu, and with the power of one person , completely fought against ten Martial Emperors, this kind of strength is simply unbelievable.

Prime Minister Zuo looked at the dead man, his expression suddenly extremely cold, "Liu Wuhen, are you provoking me?"

Liu Wuhen curled his lips and Feng Qingyun smiled lightly: "Haha, damn fat man, you should consider your own safety."

When Prime Minister Zuo heard what Liu Wuhen called him, there was a smile on his lips.

He glanced at the corpse beside him indifferently, waved his hand and said, "I know."

He returned the sentence and immediately cursed: "Asshole, you Do you want to die if you dare to come to Kyoto?"

Liu Wuhen lazily patted his black robe and chuckled: "Why, do the four masters from Kyoto still want to compete with me?"

The Four Masters of Kyoto refer to the Prime Minister Zuo, the Prime Minister Right, and Lin Tao and Zhang Qing's father: Lin Tianfeng and Zhang You are responsible.

The four of them are the Four Masters of Kyoto, but this is what they were called when they were young.

Liu Wuhen, Prime Minister Zuo and others, as well as the heads of the six major sects, all have the same seniority.

They were all once ranked high on the Golden Dragon Ranking.

Zhang Youyi glared at Liu Wuhen and said coldly: "Liu Wuhen, the four of us can take off your veil if we come forward."

When Liu Wuhen heard this, he looked startled, and then smiled and said: "Hahaha, I think we can only compete with old guys.

Among you young people from the righteous way, it seems that no one can beat us young people from the evil way. ” As soon as these words came out, the young people in the living room were unwilling to do so.

Someone among them angrily said: "Liu Wuhen, you still remember that Zhao Yufan, one person in the Zimang Academy competition, is enough to defeat you demonic disciples."

As soon as these words came out, except for Liu Wuhen who was smiling, everyone else's expressions were extremely ugly, because they knew that Zhao Yufan was not a person of the righteous way, but a person of the evil way.

The defense just now is tantamount to mocking them as righteous people.

"Hmph, Zhao Yufan is only a few dozen on the Golden Dragon Ranking.

It's easy to beat him."

At this time, Yi Ming, the son of the leader of the Divine Sword Sect, suddenly spoke.

As the number one master on the Golden Dragon Ranking, he naturally had to defend himself.

Hearing Zhou Yiming's words, Zhao Yufan frowned slightly.

He had a feeling that Liu Wuhen was transferring the matter to him.

Liu Wuhen's words just now were obviously intended to make righteous people dissatisfied with him and even resent him

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