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  As Mo Rou walked out, or was stimulated by her, the pale-faced Wei Daizong, Wei Zixiao, Wei Zifeng and Wei Ziyang also came out one after another, pulling out the steel knives in their hands, facing Zhao Pu.

  Lao Qi Wei Zi Wu also pulled out a steel knife from the corpse of You Jia's child, took two steps forward, and stood alongside Wei Zi Ming, pointing the knife at Zhao Pu.

  The reaction of the Wei family, in the eyes of Yu Gao and Zhao Sheng, was nothing more than a dying struggle, unable to change the outcome. So they watched with amusement, observing how the Wei family was being annihilated, their mouths curled up in a cruel smile.

  Zhao Pu looked at the first one to come out, Mo Rou Rou, and his expression slightly stunned. Through the veil, he saw Mo Rou Rou's delicate face, such a beautiful little girl Zhao Pu had never seen before.

  In his impression, the Wei family didn't seem to have such a number one person, and Mo Rou Rou was not very old, but she had the cultivation of the sixth layer peak, which was not much inferior to that of Wei Zi Wu, a cultivation genius.

  Seeing Mo Rou Rou, Zhao Pu became slightly uneasy, the sudden appearance of this girl meant that the Wei family still had many things that outsiders didn't know about, such as a powerful helper.

  Moreover, just now he was hiding in the dark, but seeing Wei Ziwu's unhesitating single slash killing the You family members, from his reaction, it can be seen that the Wei family has already prepared to go to war with the You family and has absolute confidence in annihilating them.

  At this thought, Zhao Pu's heart began to get angry again. He regretted his actions a bit, but now that things had come to this point, he would see it through to the end, even if the road ahead was dark.

  Zhao Pu's face flashed with a cold light as he suddenly vanished and began to take action.

  Always paying attention to Zhao Pu's movement, Wei Ziming saw him launch a fierce attack forward, and the 'Qing Li' suddenly moved, continuously stabbing out six fine red sword lights in front of him.

  Six scarlet sword edges, with extreme speed and silence, swept through the air, emitting intense heat and sharpness that annihilated the air, swallowed all sound, and left six fine vacuum slashes in the air. All space ahead was sealed off by these six sword edges.

  At the same time, Wei Ziwu suddenly let out a loud roar, his feet stomping the ground, and he rapidly rushed out, transforming into a black line that abruptly charged towards Zhao Pu. The air was violently torn apart with a deafening ripping sound, as if an invisible ferocious beast had let out a mighty roar, sending shockwaves rippling outward in all directions.

  At the same time, in front of Wei Ziwu, a superimposed knife shadow appeared, breaking through the strong wind, with a fierce edge, like a tiger's roar, gathering the power of a hundred knives, man and knife as one, charging forward without hesitation.

  Although Wei Ziming and Wei Zi Wu's reaction speed was fast, Zhao Pu's speed was even faster. Just as the two were about to launch a fierce attack, Zhao Pu had already closed in on them, appearing two zhang away.

  Facing the extremely sharp red sword tip, and Wei Ziwu's powerful slash, Zhao Pu's expression remained unchanged. His rapidly advancing figure suddenly stopped, his feet firmly planted on the sandy ground, transitioning from movement to stillness in an instant.

  With metal gauntlets on both hands, suddenly, the gauntlets clenched tightly, and a mysterious aura shook violently. The next moment, both fists struck out like a stormy rain, simultaneously pounding out six punches forward.

  A solid and hard fist, with an unparalleled force, simultaneously struck the six scarlet sword tips, instantly shattering them. Only afterwards did the sound of the air bursting apart from the swift punch echo out, a total of six overlapping sounds.

  The shattered scarlet sword tip was like a bursting firework, carrying a sharp breath pouring in all directions. At this moment, Wei Ziwu's swift and fierce knife broke through the scattered red light spots, carrying an unstoppable momentum, with a strong edge that directly hacked at Zhao Pu.

  Facing Wei Ziwu's move, Zhao Pu sneered coldly and saw that his right fist transformed into a claw, steadily grasping the steel knife again. At the same time, his left fist struck out and instantly hit Wei Ziwu's abdomen.

  In an instant, Wei Zi Wu, who had suffered a severe blow, flew backwards like a cannonball, spewing out a mouthful of blood. Under the shock of the force, the blood transformed into a misty spray that poured down in mid-air.

  At this moment, Wei Ziming had already burst forth, his scarlet sword flashing with a dull gleam, its sharp edge stabbing straight at Zhao Pu.

  "Hmph! Fool, there's already a precedent, yet you still dare to confront me head-on!" Zhao Pu's mouth curled up with a hint of sarcastic cold smile.

  As for Wei Ziming's sword, Zhao Pu almost didn't need to think about it, and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes again, as he directly reached out with one hand to grab the hilt.

  However, just as Zhao Pu was about to grab the sword, he suddenly noticed that a faint smile appeared on Wei Ziming's face. At this moment, Zhao Pu felt a strong sense of unease.

  But while he still didn't understand the source of his unease, an intense sense of crisis transformed into a chill that rose up from the bottom of his heart, and the fine hairs all over his body stood on end like a porcupine's quills.

  Zhao Pu subconsciously felt that he couldn't use his fists to touch the red sword in front of him, but by the time he reacted, it was already too late.

  A faint sound of "hiss" rose, very light and soft, but this faint sound fell on Zhao Pu's ears, like a raging thunderclap, deafening.

  All that was seen was that the red sword body did not produce a metallic collision sound when it came into contact with Zhao Pu's metal fist guard, nor did it produce sparks from metal friction. Instead, there was only a light sound, and the entire metal fist guard as well as the fist inside were cut off easily by the red sword body, like rotten wood. The entire fist was severed in an instant.

  At this moment, Zhao Pu felt a sharp pain that pierced his heart, and the blood on his arm was scorching hot, like boiling water.

  As he saw his own fist being chopped off, enduring the intense pain piercing through his heart, Zhao Pu suddenly let out a shock. He saw Wei Ziming use the red long sword to chop off his right fist, and as the sword body shook, it cut towards another fist.

  With the lesson of the previous sword in mind, Zhao Pu certainly knew that if the red sword body touched his left fist, his left fist would also be cut off.

  If both fists were cut off, his lifelong cultivation of fist techniques would be completely ruined. Without hesitation, his left fist shook, trying to avoid the crimson sword body.

  However, at this moment, Wei Ziming revealed an even more brilliant smile, a smile that melted the ice and snow with its warmth. Suddenly, Wei Ziming's right hand shook as he held his sword, and the sword's momentum paused for a moment before a crimson sword aura burst out in an instant.

  At such a short distance, Zhao Pu, even if he was an eighth-level cultivator, would not be able to avoid this sword's edge. A red light flashed by in an instant.

  In the next moment, the whole world fell silent and still. Everything came to a standstill, Wei Ziming stopped, Zhao Pu also stopped. The difference was that a line appeared in the middle of Zhao Pu's body, his eyes also dimmed.

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