On the road from Yanshan to the city, a Dongfeng armored vehicle with a flat tire was parked on the side of the road.

Tanlang, Pojun and Qisha got out of the car with gloomy expressions and looked at Shi Shiran, a man in ancient costume standing on the road.

Greedy Wolf's pupils shrank and he said coldly: "Elder Chixia of the Holy Medical Sect!"

"Yes, you must be the famous Brother Greedy Wolf, right?"

The man in ancient costume was none other than Yan Tong's master Chixia. He had a warm smile on his face and bowed politely with his fists clasped, as if he were meeting an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

Greedy Wolf raised his eyebrows: "I wonder what Elder Chixia has to say when he stopped our car."

"I don't dare to ask for advice. I just heard that there are three outstanding people in the Imperial Palace, and I specifically want to ask for advice."

Elder Chixia said tepidly, but the words were full of provocation.

"Hahaha, doesn't Elder Chixia want to stop the three of us on his own?"

The three greedy wolves looked at each other and laughed together.

"I don't dare. I, Chixia, am not that overestimating my abilities. I just want to ask Brother Tanlang for a few tips."

Chixia turned sideways to get out of the way and made a gesture of invitation: "You two, please help yourself."

Tanlang nodded: "In that case, I will have a discussion with Elder Chixia, you go ahead."

"Be careful!"

Po Jun and Qisha knew that this was not the time to hesitate, so they nodded and ran forward without even looking at Chi Xia.

Chixia always stood on the side of the road with her hands behind her back, showing no signs of wanting to take action. It wasn't until Pojun and Qisha walked away that she smiled and said, "The moonlight is pretty good tonight."

"Yeah, it's just rained, the air is fresh, and the moon is bright. It's really not a good time to kill someone."

Tanlang said calmly, but the smile on Chixia's face froze, "You want to kill me? I'm just looking for you to learn from each other."

"Although the weather is not suitable for killing people, there is only one outcome for those who dare to challenge our country's civil servants. Either you die or I die."

As soon as Greed Wolf finished speaking, his whole body turned into an arrow as fast as thunder, carrying the howling wind and heading straight towards Chixia. The cold murderous intention made Chixia's whole body feel cold.

He just wanted to stop Greedy Wolf, but he didn't want to fight him desperately, but Greedy Wolf directly put on a desperate posture, forcing him to go all out.

"Red clouds fill the sky!"

As soon as the palm came out, the world was shocked, and the red clouds in the sky were like gorgeous fireworks, protecting the whole body.

"Bang!"

The silhouettes of people intertwined, and Tanlang's whole body shone with a strong and domineering starlight, standing proudly behind Chixia.

The glow around Chixia extinguished, and an abnormal flush appeared on her face. She reached out to cover the blood hole in her chest, and asked in disbelief: "Why, aren't you afraid of death?"

Greedy Wolf's body was as tall as a mountain, and he said loudly and forcefully: "The Imperial Palace cannot be humiliated!"

After finishing speaking, the man jumped forward like an eagle striking the sky, ran forward as fast as a shooting star, and disappeared into the darkness.

"A good official should not be insulted. Greedy Wolf, I am not as good as you!"

Chixia looked up to the sky and sighed, closed her eyes dejectedly and sat cross-legged in meditation.

Greedy Wolf did not dodge or dodge, trading injuries for injuries and lives for lives, with an indomitable momentum. At the final moment of hand-to-hand contact, Chixia was finally afraid, and his attack was delayed for a moment, causing him to be seriously injured.

I won’t be able to fight with anyone in a few years.

In the dark distance unknown to him, Greedy Wolf suddenly stopped, opened his mouth and spat out a blood arrow with white smoke. His face turned pale, and he sat on the ground meditating listlessly, showing a bitter smile:

"As expected of a strong man at the pinnacle of the True Martial Realm, just being hit by the wind from his palm, the power of the flames caused my meridians to be injured, and I lost the power to move. Otherwise, I would have killed him, what a pity! Po Jun, seven kills, I

I've tried my best, it's up to you."

Breaking the army, the Seven Killers walked hand in hand. From a distance, they saw a strange monk wearing emerald green cassocks sitting cross-legged in the middle of the road. He looked at his nose, nose, mouth and heart, as if he existed forever.

"Qisha, you go first, leave this bald donkey to me!"

Po Jun shouted low and took a step forward full of fighting spirit, pressing towards the monk blocking the road with a mountain of momentum.

Qisha nodded silently and ran past the monk without stopping. The monk didn't stop him either. He raised his eyelids and stared at Po Jun, as if there was no one else in his eyes.

"If I'm not wrong, there are still people waiting for Seven Kills ahead, right?"

Po Jun asked calmly.

"Amitabha, why should the donor ask even though he already knows!"

The monk announced the Buddha's name and stood up slowly, "I have no intention of taking action with the donor. I just ask the donor to wait for a moment."

"You don't want to fight me?"

Po Jun seemed to be questioning, but also seemed to be mocking. He suddenly assumed an extremely weird posture, his left hand was like a bow, and his right hand was holding an arrow. A terrifying and terrifying murderous intention enveloped the monk, and his icy voice was bone-chilling: "Stop.

Those who pass by me will die!"

The monk's face changed drastically with fear, and he said in shock: "Donor, why is this happening?"

"As one of the four holy sects, the Holy Medical Sect is still barely qualified to block the way of our country's scholar's palace. You, Fanyin Pure Land, don't even have a strong man in the Holy Martial Realm. I really don't know where you, Fankong, got the courage to block my way.

Make way or die, it's your choice."

Po Jun's momentum became stronger and stronger. The terrifying pressure made the monk feel like he was stuck in a quagmire. He didn't even dare to move. His face flashed with hesitation and confusion. Just when Po Jun's momentum was about to reach its peak and the empty arrow in his hand was about to be launched.

…

"Amitabha, I give way, the poor monk is no match for the donor!"

After all, the monk could not withstand Pojun's overwhelming pressure, so he shouted the Buddha's name and stepped out of the way dejectedly.

"You know the truth!"

Po Jun snorted coldly, and the terrifying power burst out. The man made a loud sound like an arrow and disappeared into the distance in an instant.

The monk wiped the sweat from his forehead and comforted himself with lingering fear: "I didn't expect that this broken army has reached the peak of the Grand Master of condensing Qi and transforming weapons. It is possible to break through the Martial God at any time. The poor monk is powerless to stop it. I guess the master sect

You can’t blame me.”

In the darkness in the distance, Po Jun looked around and saw that there was no one around, and then he lay limply on the ground, unable to even move a finger. He smiled bitterly and murmured: "Oh my God, I scared the baby to death, MD, I am

It was at the early stage of the Grand Master Realm that he actually sent Brahma from the eighth level of Zhenwu.

Monk Kong came to stop me. Do you really think that I am a god? Fortunately, fortunately, I used the force of the sky-shattering arrow that has only form but no god to frighten this bald donkey. Otherwise, I will not die tonight but will be crippled. Hey, brother

I won’t be able to move within an hour, Qisha, it’s up to you.”

The Qisha he was talking about was currently hunting in black clothes, staring expressionlessly at a handsome young man in white clothes with an ancient sword on his back, frowning and saying: "When did the Holy Sword Villa have a genius like you?

, you entered the True Martial Realm when you were only forty years old, why have I never heard of you."

To be praised by Qisha, who was always taciturn, even the young man in white could not remain indifferent. A secret joy flashed in his eyes, and he pretended to be humble and said: "Brother Qisha is overly praised. I am Xuanyuan Ao.

Our Holy Sword Villa has a lot of people like me, so how can we talk about geniuses..."

"You know what I hate most?"

Qisha asked calmly.

"What do you hate most?"

The young man in white was startled. His mission was to stop Qisha and delay it. Qisha was willing to waste time chatting with him, which was exactly what he wanted.

"Zheng!"

The sword came out of its sheath, glowing like a dragon. Before Xuanyuan Ao could react, he felt a chill all over his body. His snow-white and elegant clothes had turned into rags hanging around his body. He only had a pair of boxer briefs on his body.

Complete, even the long sword behind his back fell to the ground.

"I hate wordy people the most!"

Qisha's calm voice came from a distance, and the person had already disappeared into the darkness.

Xuanyuan Ao was dumbfounded, with a look of shame and anger on his face. He spat out a mouthful of blood in frustration, covered his vitals, and roared crazily into the darkness: "Ah ah ah... damn seven kills, today's

I will repay the humiliation a hundredfold!"

Qisha has already gone far away, and his yelling and cursing can still be heard. Even if he heard it, he would not take it seriously. He just took advantage of his unpreparedness to attack Xuanyuan Ao. If there is a real open and frontal battle, the outcome is still unknown.

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Xuanyuan Ao, the youngest son of the owner of the Holy Sword Villa, is already thirty-seven years old and is already a strong man in the third level of the True Martial Realm. He has unlimited potential and is an absolute genius with the ability to fight across levels.

Even though his realm is comparable to that of the Grand Master Qisha in the early stage, his strength cannot be measured by an ordinary realm. Qisha just used words to disturb his mind and defeated him by surprise.

After passing Xuanyuan Ao's level, Qisha breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking that he was about to arrive at the scene, his spirit jumped up. It seemed that the task should be completed. I hope that boy can hold on for a while.

But soon, his face darkened, and when he looked at the woman in red Shi Shiran standing alone in the middle of the road, his pupils shrank violently and said, "Fairy Chixiao?"

"Seven kills? Even Xuanyuan Ao couldn't stop you. It's really extraordinary, really good!"

Fairy Chixiao clapped her hands gently, with a look of extremely sincere admiration on her face, as if she was heartily applauding Qisha.

Qisha frowned: "Two of the seven deacons and elders of the Holy Medical Sect actually sent out. I'm really curious about what your purpose is? Don't talk to me about sparring, and don't tell me that it's for the Witch Demon Cult.

Or lies like corpse exorcism, I'm not that stupid."

"You are a smart man, why bother fighting and killing? Why don't we sit down and have a good chat, and maybe we can develop some feelings?"

Fairy Chixiao smiled brightly and did not answer his words. Instead, she sat down on the curb and patted the place next to her to signal him to sit down.
To be continued...