() The spectators separated to the left and right and were forced to make way. Huadang and dozens of tribal warriors and warriors rushed into the field.
Not only the people from the Huadang and Remu tribes, but also the Hurricane Regiment who had not yet recovered their strength came. Ma Wuji also walked into the field wearing his black armor and dragon armor. Behind him, the warriors of the Hurricane Regiment came.
The bandits also wore armor and carried knives and were murderous.
Luo Manduo, who was weak and weak, was no longer alone. There were about a hundred people on Zhong Shan's side, and nearly a hundred people on his side. Moreover, he also had two Xuanjia. Even if
The rest of the people did not take action and just stood there to cheer and build momentum. Even two black armors could knock Zhong Shan's men to the ground.
As far as the level of cultivation of Xuan warriors is concerned, if it weren't for the huge disparity between those with Xuan armor and those without Xuan armor, which was reflected in battle, it would simply be the difference between life and death.
A carriage pulling a wooden box also came over and stopped outside the crowd. The carriage was driven by Zang Fen, and Tang Ji looked eagerly. There was no need to look, just by the subtlety between Xuan Jia and Xuan Jia
With his spiritual connection, Luo Manduo knew that the wooden box contained his sacrificer.
Zang Fen was a very careful person. He was worried that something unexpected might happen to Luo Mando, so he not only called all Luo Mando's men, but also brought Luo Mando's Xuanjia sacrificer.
However, on today's occasion and in this situation, Luo Mando thought that there was no need for him to wear a sacrificial offering.
"Master, Master, your knife!" Seeing Luo Manduo in the field, Tang Ji jumped out of the carriage and ran into the field with Luo Manduo's knife.
Tang Ji's gait was very abnormal when she was running, as if she had something between her legs. For some reason, she felt like a mirror, it was because she had eaten too much of Mr. Luo's super
The reason for Mr. Xiao Luo. But she no longer cares so much. No matter how painful or inconvenient it is, she will send the master's knife into his hands.
Luo Manduo took the knife handed over by Tang Ji and said, "Stand at the back."
Tang Ji nodded obediently, then turned around and returned to the carriage.
Qiang! The sword was unsheathed. Luo Manduo looked at Zhongshan indifferently.
"What? You want to kill me? You don't dare. You dare to kill Zou Bituo and Zou Xin. That's because Zou Bituo and Zou Xin are not the servants of Master Zhan De. And I, I am Zhan
As a servant of the God of Deity, do you dare to kill me? Do you dare to offend the Netherworld Cult? Don’t overestimate your capabilities!” Zhong Shan yelled, saying such words, but he felt a little guilty in his heart.
Luo Manduo said: "You, Zhongshan, you are just a guy who is not even a dog in the Netherworld Cult. You think too highly of yourself. If I kill you, will I be going against the Netherworld Cult? Kill you."
, I donated a lot of money to the Netherworld God Religion, why should the Netherworld God Religion deal with me? So, it’s not that I don’t know what I can do, it’s that you haven’t woken up from your dream yet, you are too
I take you seriously!"
As soon as the sound fell and there was a shake, Luo Manduo suddenly appeared in front of Zhong Shan. Several of his cronies hurriedly stepped forward to stop him. The light of the sword flashed, and a crony who crossed in front of Zhong Shan was struck by the sword and died on the spot.
"Anyone who wants to live, come to me, fight! Kill Luo Manduo, and I will be the city lord who leaves the city today! I will protect you from glory and wealth for the rest of your life!" Zhong Shan panicked and shouted loudly.
Before a hundred city guardsmen could respond, Hua Dang and Ma Wuji stood in front of them. Immediately, the Remu tribe and the fierce bandits of the Hurricane Regiment also stood in front of them. Ma
Wuji's movements were very reluctant, and he was still very weak. However, with the support and assistance of the Juanlong family, he had no problem killing a few city guards.
"Don't move!" Luo Manduo ordered.
The Remu tribe and the bandits from the Hurricane Regiment, who were really ready to go on a killing spree, gave up the idea of fighting for the time being. Everyone of them had to listen and be willing to obey Luo Manduo's orders.
Otherwise, Luo Manduo would kill Zhong Shan with his own hands, not for any other reason, but because this was a market, and there were many people who had left the city watching. He wanted to take this opportunity to establish his prestige. He wanted to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys.
Zhongshan’s head is here to tell those who have evil intentions towards him—Zhongshan’s fate is your fate!
The soldiers of the city guard were unable to move, and only a dozen of his cronies were around him. Only then did Zhong Shan realize the danger he was in. He raised his knife and fought back. His dozen or so cronies also became jealous and chopped him to death.
Luo Manduo was surrounded by one man. Without waiting for Zhong Shan's order, all the close followers rushed forward, each pointing their weapons at Luo Manduo.
Luo Manduo's body was surrounded by random swords, but his figure was floating like a butterfly. He could always find the gap between the swords and dodge them without any danger. He was surrounded, but he was not restricted in the slightest. On the contrary, he was more like
One of the members of the encirclement was able to move freely. His sword kept slashing out, knocking open the weapon, and splitting the flesh and blood of Zhong Shan's confidants. In the process of fighting, a white spiritual mist was released from the sword.
When he came out, a seven-foot area around his body was shrouded in an instant.
Seven feet beyond the blade, plus the five-foot blade, that is the range of twelve feet, which is more than one foot. Such a range can just cover most of the city guards surrounding him. As long as
The sight of the city guard soldiers who were stained by the spiritual mist was immediately affected, and their minds were also affected. Their movements were no longer sensitive and accurate, and they all looked like they had drunk a lot of wine. Without the spiritual mist, they all used Luo Man.
There is nothing you can do, let alone being affected by the spiritual mist?
Zhong Shan is undoubtedly the strongest among these dozen people, but he is not immune. He is so eager to kill Luo Mando that he does not realize the danger of the spiritual mist at all, and plunges into the spiritual mist. He cannot see
Wherever Luo Manduo is, his vision and mind are inevitably affected. Although his resistance is much stronger than that of his cronies and is not as strong as if he drank a lot of wine, his combat effectiveness is also
It has dropped significantly.
Hearing the sound of the wind, Zhong Shan suddenly became excited, and the sword in his hand struck quickly and violently. The strongest mysterious spiritual power, the most vicious sword move.
"Ah——" There was a scream and the sound of a human body falling to the ground.
However, the screaming voice was not Luo Manduo's voice, but the voice of a familiar confidant.
"Luo Manduo, if you dare, fight me face to face!" Zhong Shan roared angrily.
At this moment, a sword energy suddenly flew from behind. Zhongshan had just felt the dangerous aura, but the sword energy had already hit his body. He collapsed before he could even think of dodge.
On the ground, the back of his head was split open. It was not until he fell to the ground that his body split apart due to the shock.
Zhong Shan is dead. Luo Manduo did not give him the face-to-face duel he asked for. Martial arts are learned to fight. The advantage of the fog burial style is to use the spiritual mist to hide, use the spiritual mist to affect the opponent's sight and mind, and weaken it first.
The strength of the opponent is then used to kill him. If he agrees to face-to-face duel with Zhong Shan, then what is the use of practicing the Mist Burial Style?
The world of Xuanfa is a world where fists speak. Only absolute strength has the absolute right to speak.
The spiritual mist dissipated, and there was no one left standing in the field. Zhongshan and more than a dozen of his men died under Luo Manduo's sword. This was also the first time Luo Manduo did not use a sacrificer.
Under such circumstances, he killed black warriors of the same level, as well as more than a dozen city guard soldiers with different cultivation levels. The improvement in his strength was obvious.
There were thousands of people in the entire market, but no one made any sound. The entire market was as quiet as a windless abyss canyon. Everyone's eyes were focused on Luo Manduo, who was covered in blood. He was like a
The evil ghost who had just crawled out of the blood pool was as ferocious as he wanted. At this moment, Luo Manduo's appearance was deeply engraved in their hearts and could not be erased for the rest of their lives.
Luo Manduo was thinking about other things, "The Mist Burial Style is indeed powerful. I have just practiced it to 30%, and it already has such power. If I practice it to 70% or 80% of the power, or even Dacheng, then what will happen?"
How powerful is it?" After a pause, he secretly said in his heart: "Although Xuanjia can improve the combat power of Xuanshi, in the absence of Xuanjia, a person's true strength is the most important. From now on,
If it weren't for an opponent whose profound spiritual power cultivation level is beyond many, I would not use the sacrificer even if I could avoid using the sacrificer. I want the sacrificer to evolve into the top mysterious armor.
I also want to make myself the top black warrior. Without black armor, I can defeat any opponent!"
Xuanjia is just a fighting tool, and your own strength is the most important. If you rely too much on Xuanjia, you will regret it one day without Xuanjia. This is a very simple truth.
In the original world, gunmen with guns were very powerful, but once the bullets in the guns were fired, the only way to end the battle was with fists and cold weapons. At that time, physical strength and fighting skills were the most important.
Luo Manduo, who came from that world, has a very thorough understanding of this point, and his feelings are also very deep.
While he was deep in thought, someone raised his arms and shouted: "Luo Manduo! Luo Manduo! Luo Manduo!"
His voice immediately resonated and ignited the whole audience. For a moment, everyone raised their arms and shouted: "Romando! Luo Manduo! Luo Manduo! Luo Manduo..."
The voices of thousands of people gathered together, like waves of the sea rolling forward, rushing into the sky, and rushing far away. Even people outside the city could hear the shouts in the market.
Day out of the city, in a majestic and gorgeous temple, the servant Zhan De had just walked out of the temple gate. Behind him, stood Duan Mukong, and a holy guard who had just been transferred from elsewhere, Qin Yu, and a
A black warrior of the mysterious armor realm like Duanmukong.
Servant Zhan De was originally going to the market to have a look. He wanted to know how Zhong Shan was doing, but as soon as he went out, he heard a wave of shouts, and his footsteps stopped immediately. He soon heard clearly
He didn't realize whose name those people were shouting, and his face suddenly turned pale.
"I didn't expect that this Luo Manduo would have such thunderous means at such a young age." Divine Servant Zhan De said coldly: "Isn't he afraid that I will deal with him?"
"Lord Servant of God, what should we do now?" Qin Yu's voice came from the black armor. His black armor, like Duanmukong's black armor, was the standard black armor of the Nether God Sect.
"What does this cheering sound mean?" Servant Zander asked.
Qin Yu shook his head, indicating that he was unclear.
"Duanmukong, you know more about this Luo Manduo, come and tell me." Divine Servant Zhan De looked at Duanmukong and said.
Duanmukong's eyes were a little dodgeful, but he finally said bravely: "That guy is a hot-tempered person. Such cheers came from the direction of the market. Obviously, that guy did something very satisfying... I guess, that guy Zhong Shan
The trash has been killed by him."
"Your analysis is good, I think so too." Divine Servant Zhan De said: "My original plan was to control Zhong Shan, which is equivalent to controlling the city guards in disguise. We can take advantage of Luo Mando to gain a foothold
When we were not yet stable, we went out of the city in Japan to seek the greatest benefits for our Netherworld God Religion. Of course, our own was also indispensable. But we didn’t expect that the loser Zhong Shan failed on his first mission and died. We
I’m afraid my plan will go bankrupt.”
"Let's forget it like this?" Qin Yu said: "How about we invite that Luo Manduo over, set up a trap, and assassinate him here, wouldn't that be enough?"
Servant Zande lowered his head and thought about this proposal with a frown on his face.
Duanmukong secretly said in his heart: "It's strange that that guy will come. If you invite him, he will definitely find a hundred reasons to refuse. If you don't believe it, we'll just wait and see."
Servant Zhan De suddenly raised his head and said, "Duanmukong, go and invite Luo Manduo. Instead of holding a banquet in the temple, hold a banquet at your home. This way Luo Manduo will not be suspicious."
Duanmukong's expression suddenly looked like he had stepped on dog shit.