At this time, the table in front of Song Yulang had been punched with many dents, and many places were about to be penetrated. It was absolutely impossible for it to withstand the close range bombardment of the MP5.
Just when Ye Shaoliu was about to pull the trigger, a man wearing a black robe and long hair shawl floated out from the corner at the end of the corridor like a ghost.
A group of guards subconsciously blocked the way and all raised their guns.
The man in black snorted coldly, and a dazzling red flame bloomed from his eyebrows.
As the red flames between his brows lit up, everyone in the venue suddenly felt an invisible pressure coming over them, as if a huge mountain was pressing on them, making it difficult for them to even breathe.
Everyone's expressions changed.
Including Ye Shaoliu.
The man in black took a few steps forward, and the guards in front of Ye Shaoliu spurted blood from their orifices at the same time, fell to the ground one after another, and lost their voices.
More than twenty experts were killed by the man in black before they even took action.
Although Ye Shaoliu managed to withstand the pressure, he was still shaken. A large mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face instantly turned as pale as paper.
He looked at the approaching man in black with a surprised look on his face, and said coldly: "Xuanjing?
Who are you?"
Song Yulang laughed and walked out of it, saying with disdain: "Boy, after practicing the three-legged cat kung fu, you dare to be arrogant here?
I leave my words here, today next year will be your death anniversary."
Chu Tianqi followed him out, and then he realized that Song Yulang was not willing to risk his life, but wanted to force Song Zing out in this way.
Song Yan stood there quietly, like a towering pavilion, with a sharp edge that no one dared to look at.
Shen Yuanyuan quietly looked at Song Zhen, her expression became very solemn.
Song Yulang looked at Shen Yuanyuan and said with a ferocious smile: "I told you, third uncle crushing a transformation realm is as easy as crushing a bedbug."
Song Zing looked at Song Yulang's hand and frowned: "Where is Song He?"
Song Yulang gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle He was killed by them."
"Damn it."
Song Yi said in a deep voice, murderous intent looming in his eyes.
His Qi machine locked onto Ye Shaoliu.
Ye Shaoliu spurted out another mouthful of blood and fell to the ground on one knee, bloodshot eyes and ears overflowing from his nose.
"You bully my brother like this in front of me, do you think I don't exist?"
At this time, a clear voice came from the side.
Everyone followed the sound and saw Chu Tianshu, dressed in ancient armor and carrying a simple long sword, slowly walking up the stairs.
A flash of hatred flashed in Chu Tianqi's eyes, he pointed at Chu Tianshu and shouted loudly: "Senior Song, this bastard killed your disciple."
Song Yan's cold eyes fell on Chu Tianshu, and he said solemnly: "Come on yourself, otherwise I will make your life worse than death."
Chu Tianshu sneered disdainfully: "Are you taking yourself too seriously?
Do you think you can scare people to death with your own mysterious realm?"
Song Yulang said coldly: "Boy, are you stupid because of cosplay?
Dare you talk to my third uncle like that?"
Chu Tianshu glanced sideways at Song Yulang and sneered: "He is your third uncle, not mine. Why can't I talk like this?"
"Shabi."
Song Yulang grinned and said to Song Zheng: "Third uncle, needless to say, kill him to avenge Uncle He."
Song Yan said quietly: "I'll give you one last chance to commit suicide and apologize."
Chu Tianshu rolled his eyes, looked at Song Yulang and said, "You did something wrong, but you also paid the price. How about we end this matter today?"
"That's it?"
Song Yulang twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at Chu Tianshu with a look as if he was looking at something evil: "I was injured and so many of my subordinates died. You tell me to stop talking about this?
Do you have a brain problem, or do you think I have a brain problem?"
Chu Tianshu glanced at Song Zhen lightly and said coldly: "Do you really think you can defeat me if you have a mysterious realm?"
"Yes, that's what I think."
Song Yulang said with a arrogant look: "Isn't the mysterious realm not enough to defeat you?
My third uncle will crush you to death as easily as crushing an ant."
Chu Tianshu sneered disdainfully: "Then just give it a try."
“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities!”
Song Yan snorted coldly, pulled out a long and narrow lancet from behind his back, waved it with his hand, and directed a sharp force towards Chu Tianshu.
A few meters away and there in an instant.
Chu Tianshu's eyes narrowed and he pulled out the long knife in his hand.
bass!
The blade was unsheathed, and a black light flashed across the blade.
Then, the black light transformed into a goshawk made of light and shadow, facing the oncoming fierce energy.
Seeing this, Chu Tianqi and Song Yulang both widened their eyes.
There was a loud "bang" sound, and the sharp sword energy struck by Song Xing instantly collapsed.
The strong wind spread in all directions, and the clothes and hair of everyone in the venue were blown up.
Seeing this, the expressions on Song Yulang and Chu Tianqi's faces suddenly condensed.
They never expected that Chu Tianshu could actually meet Song Zhen's move.
You know, Song Yi is in the Xuan realm.
Even at the peak of the Transformation Realm, there is a gap that is easy and difficult to cross between the Xuan Realm and the Xuan Realm.
Although the difference is only one level, the difference in strength between the two sides is the difference between heaven and earth.
Ye Shaoliu and Shen Yuanyuan looked at each other, unable to hide the horror in their eyes.
Song Yan stared at the simple long knife in Chu Tianshu's hand: "Where did your knife come from?"
There was a trace of greed in his eyes.
Chu Tianshu said angrily: "It's none of your business."
"Give me the knife."
Song Yan stretched out his hand towards Chu Tianshu, "You are not worthy of holding such a good knife."
“When you see someone else’s good stuff, do you want to grab it?”
Chu Tianshu looked sideways at Song Zhen and sneered: "Are your ancestors of the Song family born as bandits?"
"Give me the knife and I will spare your life."
Song Yan said coldly: "Although the sword is domineering, with your cultivation level, it should be difficult to activate it, right?
If you risk your life, how many more blows can you make?"
"How many cuts I can make, you will know after you try it."
Chu Tianshu hooked his fingers at Song Zhen and said with a disdainful expression: "If you want my knife, you can get it yourself."
"Shuzi is rampant."
Song Yan gave a sharp scolding and rushed towards Chu Tianshu like a ghost.
Chu Tianshu raised the long sword with both hands and stepped forward to meet him.
The animal head shoulder pads on the shoulders of his armor seemed to come alive. As Chu Tianshu stepped forward, they gradually expanded and transformed into the light and shadow of two tigers, crouching on Chu Tianshu's shoulders with a golden light.
Seeing this, Song Yan's eyes became more intense and at the same time more solemn.
He shouted sharply and waved the scimitar in his hand.
In the space of the purple electric disk, sharp sword energy flew towards Chu Tianshu.
As the sword energy struck, the light and shadow of the two golden tigers on Chu Tianshu's shoulders turned into strands of golden threads, which converged in front of Chu Tianshu and formed a golden light and shadow barrier.
The sword energy hit the golden light and shadow barrier and disappeared without a trace.