It can smash the long arrow deliberately shot by Beiming Changfeng into pieces. This power...
"Quack." The white vulture in the sky suddenly quacked twice, and then fell towards the bottom.
Although Beiming Changfeng's arrow just now didn't hurt it, its energy still affected it, and it couldn't support its flight and fell downwards.
"Who is it?" Before the white vulture landed, a figure jumped down from above, with a cold and angry voice full of aloof majesty.
Ziyu looked through the moonlight.
The man had flying silver hair and looked to be quite old. However, his face was very tender and he looked more like a young man than middle-aged. His whole aura did not match that silver hair at all.
What kind of person is this?
"Immortal?" Beiming Changfeng frowned slightly and pointed his sword directly at the silver-haired man.
The angry silver-haired man looked at Beiming Changfeng's face, his arrogant eyes flickered with light, a trace of doubt flashed across his face and he said: "Prince Beiming?"
The two looked at each other, and then they both moved.
The silver-haired man grasped with his palms, and swung his sword towards Ziyu, who was standing behind Beiming Changfeng. At the same time, Beiming Changfeng slashed at the silver-haired man.
There is no point in talking, just take action.
With one palm and one sword, they suddenly faced each other in mid-air.
"Bang." There was just a crackling sound as the air waves hit, and the breath suddenly rolled. Beiming Changfeng and the silver-haired man took a step back.
The silver-haired man's bare hands were evenly matched with the long sword in Beiming Changfeng's hand.
Seeing this, Ziyu's eyebrows suddenly stood up, and a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes. As far as she knew, Beiming Changfeng's martial arts was so high that there were only a few people in the world who could rival him. This weird-looking man could actually do it with bare hands.
I faced off with Beiming Changfeng with swords, and they were evenly matched. This man's martial arts...
"Bang, bang, bang..." At the moment when Ziyu was thinking, Beiming Changfeng and the silver-haired man had already exchanged several moves. Ziyu, who was so fast, could hardly see clearly. He only felt the airflow around his body turning sharply, and countless
The energy of the collision was like a hidden weapon, shooting out in all directions with a whooshing sound. The surrounding leaves rustled, flew down from the branches, and some rocks made a cracking sound.
Ziyu has no internal strength, but although his needle skills are excellent, he was forced to take a few steps back when faced with such a strong opponent.
"Diyi, come on." Seeing this, Ziyu shouted directly to Diyi and others who followed him.
The rules of the rivers and lakes apply to the rivers and lakes. Now, swarm them and kill them.
You must never be polite to the people of King Lingnan.
Di Yiben was still hesitant, but after hearing this, he immediately led the men and rushed forward without saying a word.
Old Immortal, he once heard their prince say that an ancestor of the Lingnan royal family seems to have been alive, but no one knows whether it is true or false.
Now, the man in front of him has such a strange face and such high martial arts skills. He may be the ancestor of King Lingnan. Such a person has come to snatch their heir apparent. If we don't kill him together, why are we waiting for him?
"Kill." Black shadows rose and fell, and the crowd on the ground came up to beat him.
Black shadows flickered and murderous intent surged into the sky.
In an instant, a figure was seen flying around, the swords and swords flashed together in the moonlight, and the sound of fierce fighting spread far away in the wind.
"You are looking for death." The silver-haired man was furious.
He came here because he received news that his grandson died in the hands of Beiming Changfeng. Today he came to take revenge and capture Qin Ziyu.