But it is definitely possible to warn your companions or ring a gong to warn them.

But the scene in front of him made Yang Beihan feel secretly cold.

The whole village was silent.

Or even people are poisoned.

Either, they were all killed.

Although there is almost no blood in the night.

Yang Beihan's left hand gently brushed against the hilt of the knife behind his back, and his breathing became longer at this moment.

A flush appeared on his face. This was to use true energy to forcibly protect the unhealed heart meridians in his body, so that his force would not be affected by pain in a short period of time.

The visitor must be a master!

The wind under the night had brought a few traces of anxiety, but every breath made Elder Beihan feel like he was inhaling the gloomy cold air, just like the heart, lungs and five internal organs were frozen bit by bit.

He is ready to face a strong enemy.

I was thinking in my heart, who was the visitor?

There is absolutely no such master in this place in Guanzhong. Could it be that the Tiance Army has invited some powerful support?

"If you don't show up again, I will leave."

Yang Beihan shouted again.

This time, there was a hint of teasing in his voice, as if provoking and sarcasm, but the elder's perception had already reached the limit, and the movements within twenty feet of the surrounding area were all in his ears.

But still no

"Bang"

A loud noise interrupted Yang Beihan's thoughts. He raised his head and saw a wooden wall in the attic in front of him shattering, a figure swirling and flying towards him.

"Clang"

Yang Beihan took a leisurely move to the left.

The man was allowed to wipe his body and blast into the room behind him, causing a noise, smashing the desk table, and then hitting the wall, and blood splattering the ground.

The elder's exquisite wooden house was broken down under the bombardment of this "flying man".

Yang Beihan did not look back at the ruins of that place.

There is no need to watch it.

Such force, such speed, such impact.

If you are not a top expert, even if you barely survive, your whole body will be broken and you will have to live with porridge for the rest of your life.

"Liangyi Divine Fist?"

Yang Beihan was amazed.

He looked at the familiar figure walking out of the broken wooden house in front of him, and said:

"I haven't seen each other for half a year. Shen Daxia's fist has already had Ren Hao's six-point skill. He is worthy of being the successor of the martial arts leader. He is really extraordinary."

"Sixty percent?"

"Elder Beihan looks down on Mr. Shen."

Shen Qiu lowered his hands and walked forward. With each step, blood drips fell from his ten fingers, but as soon as he left his fingers, the blood drips frozen into blood beads in the faint cold air.

It drips into the ground, but it cannot splash dust.

"It is a blessing to have the best of Mr. Shen's boxing that he can have Uncle Ren's skills."

Shen Qiu raised his head, and against the backdrop of the firelight behind him, his figure became more and more slender, and the shadows projected on the ground were also stretched into a strange appearance.

It seems that there is an evil ghost who wants to jump out of the beating shadow and harm people.

"Ga"

A strange scream sounded over the confrontation of Shen Qiu and Yang Beihan.

Elder Beihan's face showed a hint of disgust. He couldn't hear the cry of the crested eagle the most, which would make him hear the experience in Luoyang City.

Shen Qiu raised his left hand, and something fell steadily from the sky on his palm.

A letter.

A letter stained with blood and broken eagle feathers.

"Who is this letter from the elder to whom?"

Shen Qiu asked.

Yang Beihan did not answer, but just slowly pulled the knife, his movements were extremely slow, and his snow-white blade body slid out of the scabbard inch by inch.

With the moonlight in the sky and the fire on the ground, the murderous aura on the elder was also stirred up.

Shen Qiu seemed to not feel Yang Beihan's murderous aura at all.

He spread the letter in his hand and looked at it in the light of fire. After a few breaths, he raised his head and said:

"You really treat Zhang Chu as your own son. You remind me of everything, worry about him at all times, plan for him, and advise him. Unfortunately, that person is not worthy of a cool father like you."

"Wow"

A ball of fire ignited from Shen Qiu's palm and burned the letter that Elder Beihan wrote with care.

The sharp wind flew around Chen Qiu, blowing the ashes in his palm away. At the moment when the last wisp of ashes scattered in the dark, Yang Beihan and Chen Qiu started at the same time and turned into two blurry shadows.

Crashed together fiercely.

It will disperse at once.

Chen Qiu returned to the same place, and Yang Beihan also landed in the same place.

"Click"

The knife in the elder's hand was like glass like broken spider webs.

In the crisp and crisp sound, the pieces broke.

Yang Beihan's expression changed a little.

In front of him, Chen Qiu stood with his hands behind his back. He looked at the broken knife and whispered:

"Seeing the sword like a man."
Chapter completed!