This young master is obviously the leader of these people, but his long red lips and white teeth, extremely handsome face, peerless youth and nobility, and a heroic aura between his two thin eyebrows
, its majesty.
Wuwu glanced at the young master for a few times, and then moved his eyes behind him, where he felt a strong aura. This was definitely a first-rate master, but there was only a black mass, vague.
Can't see clearly.
And just when he was looking there, two sharp eyes suddenly looked towards him, and then a thin old man in a black robe walked out of the darkness and whispered in the young master's ear.
After a few words, he retreated back like a ghost, hiding in the darkness.
The young master glanced at everyone with serious eyes, and then said: "You are all martial arts masters in Dali, why are you in such a mess tonight?"
As soon as he said these words, the expressions of several people present were filled with shame and anger. One person immediately came out and said, "Who are you? Are you here to humiliate us?"
"I don't want to humiliate you, on the contrary, I want to save you," the young master said.
"Aren't you with the Shennong Gang? Did the Shennong Gang ask you to come here to intercept us?" another person shouted.
The young master then raised his eyebrows and said with dignity and authority: "Who are the Shennong Gang? How can they touch me?"
As soon as this happened, everyone was startled. Zuo Zimu stepped forward, cupped his hands and said, "I'm Zuo Zimu, the head of the East Sect of Wuliang Sword Sect. I don't know who these people are. What do you mean by intercepting me again?"
After saying that, with a clanging sound, he unsheathed the long sword in his hand and stared with a glare. His long robe was straight and he had a black silk shawl. He seemed to be looking at death as if he were home. Everyone behind him cheered.
On the opposite side, the young master turned a blind eye to his behavior, unfolded a paper fan in his hand and fanned twice, and said with a smile: "Of course I am waiting here to rescue all my martial arts colleagues from escaping to heaven, so as to prevent you from being poisoned by the Shennong Gang.
After we leave this place, we will avenge you, wipe out the Shennong Gang, and bring peace to the Dali martial arts world."
"We are out of danger and don't need your help any more. Please come back." Later, Xing Shuangqing also stepped forward and said, his lips tightly closed and he looked solemnly at the four to five hundred people opposite.
On the opposite side, the young master smiled slightly, fanned the paper fan in his hand, and slowly stepped back. The moment he stepped back, two figures suddenly rushed out from behind and rushed toward Zuo Zimu and Xing Shuangqing.
Passed by.
Qiang Qiang
Before everyone could react to what had happened, they heard the sound of weapons clashing suddenly. In the darkness, the sword light flashed and the white blades swayed. Zuo Zimu and Xing Shuangqing were already fighting with the two opposite men.
The fierce fight only lasted for a while, and everyone saw the shadows of axes and knives flickering, followed by two heavy impacts, Zuo Zimu and Xing Shuangqing flew back and fell to the ground.
Two mouthfuls of blood spurted out at the same time. After struggling for a few times, he slowly stood up and looked ahead.
Everyone looked around and saw two big men standing in front of them, holding a wide ax in each hand. They were all black and didn't know what they were made of, but they looked very simple and heavy, and seemed to have great power.
The other person was thin and held a single sword in his hand. The sword was very narrow and long, almost like a sword. The two of them stood motionless with expressionless faces, like two puppets.
"Everyone, we sincerely save people, but the two masters have misunderstood. Now everyone should have no doubts, so please come with us." The young master said with a smile, but there was undoubted power in his words.
There are several people in the field who are not very famous in the martial arts world. They have never bowed their heads to others. Today, they were first forced to flee in embarrassment, and now they are threatened and intimidated. You can imagine the anger in their hearts.
But looking at the two people standing opposite like two mountains, no one has the confidence to fight with them. Looking behind the young master, there are several such people, as well as the four to five hundred training men around him.
The skilled warriors made it impossible for anyone to resist.
Whoosh
Suddenly two sounds of breaking through the air were heard, followed by two miserable screams. The two people who had been standing there like two iron towers just now had their arms pierced by a wooden branch, and blood was dripping along the dead branches.
, the two of them rolled around and screamed miserably.
Everyone was shocked and looked around in confusion. They didn't know what was going on. Then they looked at the young man opposite. At this time, they saw that he also had a solemn look on his face. He waved his hand, and the two people behind him
He came out and helped the two injured masters down.
"I wonder which master is here, please come out and let Zhao Lin have a look." The young man who called himself Zhao Lin said loudly, looking around among the people opposite.
When everyone saw him, they obviously thought that the person who sent out the two dead branches was among them. They were all surprised, looked at each other, and started to stir.
After waiting for a long time and still no one answered, Zhao Lin frowned and said: "Why, is it possible that you are still a hidden person and you don't dare to come out to meet me?"
Whoosh
Just as he finished speaking, the sound of breaking through the air sounded again. This time everyone focused their eyes, but still couldn't see anything clearly. They saw a black shadow suddenly emerge from behind Zhao Lin, and with a snap, a dead branch fell down.
In front of Zhao Lin, there stood an old man covered in black robes. His white hair was exposed, his back was slightly bent, and he was holding an iron staff on the ground.
He stood there, his whole body seemed to be surrounded by black mist, gloomy and pale, exuding a permeating evil aura, as if an evil god was standing there, and everyone who was oppressed by the aura did not dare to speak.
Everyone suddenly took a breath, and he slowly raised his head, revealing a wrinkled and withered face, like the bark of an old tree that was about to die. The two eye sockets were deeply sunken, the eyeballs protruded, and there were two ghostly eyes.
Light.
"Don't you dare to come out and see me?" His voice was hoarse and extremely old, which made everyone's hair stand on end, as if they were listening to the ghostly sounds from hell.
After he finished speaking, there was silence all around. No one dared to speak or even take a breath. They just kept moving their eyes, looking around in anticipation.
call
There was a roar, and the figure flashed rapidly, like a bolt of lightning striking towards the old man. There was a roar, energy overflowing, the sound vibrated, and a layer of dust and smoke flew up.
Everyone's heart suddenly suddenly surged, and they felt their energy and blood surge. They all staggered a few times before standing still. The young man standing behind the old man was not affected at all because he was protected by the old man, but the one on his head was not affected.
The hair was also blown wildly by the strong wind.
The dust and smoke dissipated, and everyone saw a man wearing the costume of the Dongzong of the Wuliang Sword Sect with his right palm stretched out forward and pressed against an iron rod. On the opposite side, the man with a withered face leaned on the iron rod with both hands.
Stick, push forward horizontally.
Bang bang bang
Suddenly, there were several loud noises out of thin air, like thunder. Both of them took three steps back. A wave of air swayed from the middle, and everyone in shock also retreated.
Xingwu was fully on guard, looking at the old man opposite him with a solemn face, not daring to be careless in his heart. Just at that moment, he felt that the other man's internal strength was like the vast abyss of the sea, incomprehensible, and the strength of Murong Bo's skills was definitely in his mind.
superior.
On the opposite side, the white-haired old man's deep-set eyes were filled with horror. In the previous exchange, the opponent's attacks were swift, powerful and domineering, and at the same time, there was a kind of majesty like a wave and a flood.
, which shocked him. After seeing clearly the age of the other party, huge waves arose in his heart.
"Young, too young," he murmured in a low voice, which contained surprise and an old loneliness. However, this feeling soon passed and suddenly turned into a boundless murderous aura.
Not to mention the horror of the two people, everyone around them was equally surprised and inexplicable. When Xing Shuangqing saw the void, he was both surprised and enlightened, while other people who had never seen the void were full of surprise and confusion, especially
Zhao Lin behind the old man.
I saw him staring up and down into nothingness, his eyes changing unpredictably, as if he was surprised, as if he was thinking, as if he was measuring. In the process, he slowly retreated step by step, and then disappeared into the group of people behind him.
Among the guards, he continued to watch the two people in the field from a distance.
call
The old man's two turbid eyes suddenly opened, and two solid murderous intentions were forced out. His whole body was shaken, his white hair flew, and the iron staff in his hand suddenly raised, and he stabbed towards nothingness.
Xian Wu's face, which was concentrating on vigilance, froze, his eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the iron staff coming straight from the opposite side. The wind whistled, and the silver iron staff exuded a faint brilliance in the darkness. It was simple and sacred, just like a rod.
The scepter that penetrates heaven and earth.
The white-haired old man's internal strength was unfathomable. This iron staff exerted 10% of his power. It was extremely powerful. Wuwu knew that he could not touch it head-on. He stepped forward with his right foot, spread out his limbs slightly, and turned sideways forward.
Flash away.
Just as he was about to dodge from the side of the iron staff, the iron staff that seemed to be going straight suddenly turned, and the tip of the staff was still stabbing down towards his chest.
This unexpected change caused the void's expression to change drastically. He never imagined that the old man could use the iron staff with such miraculous skills. He could actually change his moves temporarily even when using ten power, and he could see his face.
se is as usual, and the breath is not disordered at all.
Without thinking about all these things, he opened his mouth and shouted loudly, the sound wave shook the sky, and the sound wave was surging. The clothes of a disciple of the East Sect were suddenly smashed open, revealing a purple clothes, and his right hand was raised high, and his true energy was transferred to it.
superior.
He slashed at the iron staff that was stabbing his chest. His iron palm was hard and emitted a faint light, like a diamond iron hand, sliding down in the dark night and tearing through the void.dd