"Luo'er, don't think about it if you can't remember it. There will always be a moment when the truth comes out. Let's just focus on watching the baby fight." Liu Wuchen's clear and light tone is like a soft breeze passing through the ears, which can soothe people's hearts and make people feel comfortable.
calm.
Xia Ziluo lowered his head and thought for a moment. He felt that Liu Wuchen's words were reasonable, so he stopped thinking and looked up at the ring where his outstanding son was fighting against the current martial arts leader.
She was extremely proud in her heart.
Xia Baobao swung his long whip mixed with internal force. Xie Tiancheng did not dare to take a hard hit and was forced to take a few steps back. At the same time, he turned his wrist and stabbed Xia Baobao with the sword in his hand. Xia Baobei wrapped his whip around
, tightly wrapped around the extremely sharp long sword. Xie Tiancheng's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and while Xia Baobei's long whip wrapped around the long sword, he shot a hidden weapon with two fingers at the little man.
go.
"Damn, you are a despicable, shameless and insidious guy. You have to use a hidden weapon to fight against a child. You are really too shameless and insidious." Xia Ziluo cursed loudly, and knocked down the hidden weapon shot by Xie Tiancheng with two fingers mixed with a silver needle.
As he finished speaking, a familiar scene suddenly flashed through Xia Ziluo's mind. Back then, the sky was thin outside the Wuyou Valley, and the leader of the Hell Sect, Yan Ming, was like this when fighting, and he liked to use hidden weapons.
"Wuchen, I remembered that I have seen these vicious eyes before. Yan Ming, the leader of the Hell Sect, also has a pair of equally vicious eyes." With Liu Wuchen's ears attached, Xia Ziluo said in an extremely low voice. Thinking of this
, it can also explain why mother and son hate Xie Tiancheng, whom they have never met before.
"Are you sure?" Liu Wuchen couldn't believe that the mighty martial arts leader actually had another identity, the leader of the Hell Gate.
"You ask Chisel Tooth, he should be more familiar with it than me."
After finishing speaking, Liu Wuchen and Xia Ziluo both looked towards Zhi Ya. At this moment, Zhi Ya's brows were shrinking tighter and tighter, and there was astonishment and great shock in his cold eyes. Zhi Ya, who had always been expressionless, also
The fact that he can change his face undoubtedly explains everything.
Seeing Chi Ya's expression, Xia Ziluo was even more sure of his thoughts. He didn't care much at the moment and jumped directly to the ring. He raised his sword and stabbed straight at him. He taunted in a cold voice: "Yan Ming,
We really are enemies on a narrow road. I never thought that you, the leader of the Hell Sect, would become the leader of the martial arts alliance."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the ring was in an uproar. There were many who were half-believers and half-doubts. They all looked at the martial arts leader on the ring with suspicion. After all, no one would be boring enough to wrongly accuse a martial arts leader, but they couldn't believe it. The majestic martial arts leader
How could the leader of the alliance be the cult they often call, Yan Ming, the leader of the Hell Gate? It’s really incredible.
"What nonsense are you talking about, you witch?" he defended hurriedly.
"Look at the guilty look on your face. Being so eager to defend clearly shows that there is something wrong in your heart. But I remember firmly that you called me a witch in the same way last time in Wuyou Valley." Xia Ziluo raised the corners of his lips.
He smiled evilly, and a hint of cunning flashed through his bright spring eyes, which disappeared in an instant.
"You're talking nonsense, last time I called you the lady who plays the flute in the Worry-free Valley." Yan Ming didn't think about it and retorted along with Xia Ziluo's words. As soon as the words came out, he regretted it so much that his intestines turned blue. Isn't this true?
This is equivalent to indirectly admitting that he is Yan Ming, the leader of the Hell Sect.
"Let's all come together. There is no need to talk about martial arts morals for such evil sects. Let's kill Yan Ming, the leader of the Hell Sect, and eliminate harm to the martial arts world." Zhao Qingshan stood under the ring and shouted loudly. He wanted to use this incident to establish a good reputation for himself.
Prestige, but it's a pity that this time his cleverness was used in the wrong place, and he forgot the saying that the first bird will be shot with the gun.
As soon as Zhao Qingshan shouted, those martial arts people who claimed to be righteous jumped onto the ring one after another. At the same time, behind the ring, the four guardians of the Hell Gate and their disciples also rushed onto the ring at the same time to fight with those who claimed to be righteous but were actually hypocritical.
, the hypocritical heroes from all walks of life fought together, and the arena was in chaos.
A unique melee began, and everyone used their special skills to deal with the enemies in front of them. Some righteous people actually took advantage of the chaos to eradicate their opponents, not thinking about eradicating the gates of hell.
I saw Tieshan, the leader of the Iron Blood Sect, taking advantage of his arch-rival Qingcheng Sect Master Zhou Zhentian to confront his enemy. He placed a cold sword behind his back and thrust the long sword forward, stabbing Zhou Zhentian's back vest. Fortunately, Zhou Zhentian reacted.
He was agile, teleporting with his feet, and took two steps to the side to avoid this fatal move. He glared at Tieshan with his shining eyes, scolding and scornfully saying: "Tieshan, you are still a generation of the Iron-Blooded Sect.
Sect Master, you are not even as good as Yan Ming, that evil sect."
Then, Tieshan and Zhou Zhentian started to fight. Zhao Qingshan, the first bird, had a hard time. Just when he finished his words of encouragement, Yan Ming's ghostly and strange figure flashed, and he had already drifted away.
In front of him, a ghost-claw-like hand stretched out, and Zhao Qingshan's neck was pinched in Yan Ming's hand. His internal energy focused on his hand, and he squeezed hard. After a crisp sound, Zhao Qingshan's neck tilted, and a young and passionate life was gone.
After killing Zhao Qingshan, Yan Ming's cold eyes kept searching for Xia Ziluo's figure. If it weren't for her today, he would definitely not let anyone expose him. After searching around, he didn't see that damn woman. Although Yan Ming
Unwilling to do so, he had no choice but to give up first. Today he had a more important task, which was to eradicate all these decent sects who claimed to be righteous and hypocritical.
I saw Yan Ming's figure flashing out of the chaotic ring. He let out a sharp whistle, and the hell disciples who came to compete in the martial arts conference flashed out of the ring one after another. On the ring
The heroes from all walks of life were stunned for a moment, wondering in their hearts, why did they leave?
At this time, there was a sudden loud "bang" sound on the ring, which resounded through the sky. It turned out that explosives were buried under the ring. Yan Ming's sharp whistle just now was the signal to light the fuse, so those disciples of Hell Gate were all killed in an instant.
Evacuate. The explosion in the ring came suddenly. Those decent warriors were immediately blown away with their flesh and blood. Broken limbs and broken arms were everywhere. Some people even had their eyes blown out and separated from their sockets, leaving them lying on the ground.
The ground is rolling.
Cries of pain, wails, screams... were heard endlessly. The arena had been blown up into a pile of sawdust, and the broken limbs and arms were spread on the ground. The whole scene was so tragic that it was indescribable.
Xia Ziluo and his entourage left the ring when the chaos started, and while they were leaving, they kidnapped Liu Xiangyu, the wife of the current martial arts leader, and after interrogating them, they learned the truth.