"Roar!" The dozen Beitang family masters, led by Beitang Ao, roared and charged towards the Haotian caravan. The eyes of these dozen people were sharp and terrifying, without a trace of emotion, their steps were steady, and they moved quickly, absolutely.
Are dozens of killing machines.
"Protect the young master, kill him!" The twelve yellow-clothed bodyguard commanders of the Haotian caravan raised their arms and shouted at the same time, rushing towards the masters of the Beitang family who were charging towards them.
"Kill!" Hundreds of green-clothed guards shouted in unison, their momentum was like a rainbow, and their weapons were hidden. A cold light suddenly flashed on the ancient road, and a tragic aura of killing immediately filled every inch of space on the ancient road.
The green-clad guards of Haotian's caravan all know Ling Luoyan's identity. Although Ling Luoyan is a woman, she disguises herself as a man. In front of outsiders, everyone calls her a young master, and no one calls her a young lady.
A group of guards, in addition to charging forward with fear of death, dozens of other guards protected Ling Luoyan and retreated back. The workers had already fled in all directions.
"Canopy!" Like dozens of whirlwinds, the dozen black-clothed experts from the Beitang family crashed directly into the group of guards. Suddenly, blood burst out, broken weapons flew up, and then people also flew up.
. Like a broken sack, thrown away by a violent force, the person is already dead in mid-air.
A killing broke out on the ancient road under the moonlit night.
"Vulnerable!" Beitang was as proud as a black sharp sword. He directly attacked hundreds of guards. A strange energy wave surged from his body. All the weapons that were struck at him were inexplicably intact.
The one who was motionless was turned back and slashed at the guards who were attacking him.
Beitang Ao didn't bother to pay attention to these guards. He put his hands behind his back and quickly passed through hundreds of guards. Wherever he passed, the guards beside him were all gone.
He did not take action against the guards, who all died under their own swords. Such unpredictable magical powers made all the guards tremble with fear.
But no one backed down because of this, and no one backed away because of Beitang Ao's unpredictable magical power. A group of green-clothed guards still charged towards Beitang Ao fiercely.
"Hand over that thing, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse!" Beitang Ao swept away the extremely embarrassed look that Gu Fei had just made, and chased Ling Luoyan and the others with extremely powerful strides.
A group of guards rushed to kill Xiang Beitang Ao. The weapons in their hands could not even touch Beitang Ao's clothes, and they died inexplicably under their own weapons.
All the way towards Ling Luoyan, who was retreating in a panic, the sounds of bodies hitting the ground kept coming. Blood dyed the bluestones on the ancient road red, and then seeped under the road from the gaps.
The Tsing Yi guards of the Haotian Caravan are simply not on the same level as the masters trained by a cultivating family like the Beitang family. The shouts of killing were earth-shattering. The screams of the Tsing Yi guards at the moment they died were shrill and harsh, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.
Damn it, the ancient road instantly turned into a hell on earth.
"Beitang Ao..." Uncle Zhong saw that most of the guards he had trained were killed or injured in an instant. He couldn't help but cracked his fingertips and said "Wow!" and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"Hehe!" Beitang smiled arrogantly and approached Ling Luoyan, Uncle Zhong and others. A black hole seemed to be formed around him, making it impossible to feel any of his breath. He... seemed to not exist.
A guard in yellow put his feet on the ground, jumped up, and the long sword in his hand turned into a bright stream of light and struck Beitang Ao head-on.
"Go to hell!" the leader of the guards in yellow yelled angrily. King Kong glared angrily with determination on his face. He knew that this demon-like guy would reverse his moves, but he still took action.
"Humph!" Beitang Ao sneered disdainfully and continued to move forward like a leisurely stroll.
Sure enough, before the bright sword light struck Beitang Ao, the commander of the yellow-clothed guards felt his wrist suddenly shake. Then, the sharp sword light he struck was reversed in his horrified eyes.
Then he turned back and struck himself on the head.
The exact same move, the same sharpness, the same indomitable move, "Poof!", a cloud of blood mist burst out in the air, and two corpses fell from the air.
The leader of the guards in yellow was actually split in half by his own sword.
Seeing this scene, the two maids Ling Luoyan, Xiao Cui, and Xiao Yue were so frightened that their faces turned pale. The extremely bloody scene made them feel tight in their chests, and they felt the urge to vomit.
"Master, I don't have time to play with you anymore." Beitang Ao showed an evil smile on his face, and then grabbed the seriously injured Uncle Zhong with his right hand, completely ignoring the twenty or thirty guards who were protecting Ling Luoyan.
Of the dozens of Tsing Yi guards who had protected Ling Luoyan, Zhong Bo and others from retreating, only twenty or thirty people were left, and even their commander died tragically.
However, it has to be said that the Tsing Yi Guards of the Haotian Caravan are extremely loyal to Ling Luoyan. Even in the face of a terrifying enemy like Beitang Ao who they know to be invincible, they still show no sign of collapse and no one dares to do so without permission.
get away.
Thousands of cyan energy threads shot out from Beitang Ao's right hand like silk, and wound towards Uncle Zhong who was protected by a group of guards.
"Chi chi chi..." The extremely thin green threads of energy quickly traveled through the void, making a slight sound of breaking through the air. Everyone's expressions changed horribly, and they felt desperate.
Even Uncle Zhong's arm was cut off by this weird black hair! This ghost thing can even cut weapons. If a person is entangled, why not die in court without a complete body?
Just when Ling Luoyan and others thought that they would inevitably die, a small purple shadow suddenly shot out from the dense forest next to the ancient road.
The purple shadow came so quickly that it was snatched away from Beitang Ao's energy and fell into the crowd before it rushed into the group of guards in an instant.
With a sound of "Lie!", everyone felt a purple shadow flash in front of their eyes, and the clothes on Uncle Zhong's chest split open, revealing the close-fitting clothes underneath.
"Not good!" Uncle Zhong's thoughts came to him, and he spread out the five fingers of his left hand and immediately grabbed the purple shadow on his chest. Although he broke his arm, his reaction was very fast.
However, the purple shadow had already put its claws on Uncle Zhong's chest and flew out. At this time, everyone saw clearly that this fast-moving little thing was actually only the size of a fist and was extremely cute.
Little mink.
This little mink is different from ordinary sables. It is much smaller than ordinary sables. It has a pair of big ruby-like eyes, revealing incomparable spirituality. On its forehead, there is a deep purple vertical stripe, like
It's a closed eye.
"Three... three-eyed mink!" Beitang Ao couldn't help but be moved when he saw this little beast at first sight. What shocked him the most was that the little beast actually held a small box in its claws.
This is a brocade box, three fingers wide and less than half a foot long. It is covered with spiritual talismans. The spiritual power is flowing and seems to be emitting a dim light. Obviously, this is a box sealed by spiritual talismans.
The little beast was holding the box, which was extremely funny, just like a child carrying a big stick, which was very awkward.
The movement of the little beast holding the box has obviously slowed down, but it is still very fast. It is like a purple shadow leaping quickly among the crowd, trying to pounce into the dense forest next to the ancient road.
"Hurry up and grab that sable!" How could Beitang Ao care about Ling Luoyan and the others at this time? He waved his right hand, and thousands of green threads immediately changed direction and shrouded the three-eyed sable.
After hearing Beitang Ao's shouts, the dozen or so men in black also rushed towards the little beast. They had only one purpose, and that was the brocade box held in the little beast's claws!