Shen Qingyi was on guard for a long time. A long sword appeared in his hand and he wanted to resist, but there was no time. Before the sword was unsheathed, Wu Mi had already slapped Shen Qingmu away with his palm and stood in front of him, with his right hand pointing towards her.
Grab the arm.
"ah!"
Shen Qingyi was so frightened that her face turned pale. Faced with Wu Mi's claws, she had no choice but to let out a scream and closed her eyes.
"Well?"
After waiting for a while, Wu Mi's claws were not reached. There was a strangled hiccup sound in front of him. Shen Qingyi opened his eyes in confusion, looked forward, and couldn't help but open his mouth.
Wu Mi stood in front of him, his right hand was only half a foot away from him, and behind Wu Mi, there was a person standing. That person was grabbing his neck from behind Wu Mi, making it impossible for Wu Mi to move.
Go one step further.
That person was none other than Chen Dasheng.
Everyone present, including Liao Hong who was a little angry just now and let Wu Mi take the lead, were all shocked by this strange scene. Liao Hong even couldn't believe his own eyes. Everyone's eyes were focused on
With Chen Dasheng on his body, this young man actually captured Wu Mi, who was a martial saint, with his bare hands, and held him in his hands like a chicken. He was not dreaming.
The huge force coming from his neck made Wu Mi feel a little suffocated. Although he turned around, his consciousness could still see who was grabbing his neck.
No matter who it is, their dignity will be violated if someone lifts their neck like a chicken. Wu Mi finds it even more unbearable.
"Asshole, get out of here!"
With a roar, Wu Mi punched Chen Dasheng in the chest with his backhand. This blow was filled with hatred and was actually going to kill Chen Dasheng directly.
However, everything was in vain. The punch he threw failed to hit Chen Dasheng, but Chen Dasheng caught him again.
"drink!"
Chen Dasheng directly lifted Wu Mi up, and Liao Hong, who looked aloof, let out a soft cry and exerted force with both hands.
"Whoosh!"
The sky is filled with blood.
The little Taoist priests around were so frightened by the scene in front of them that they stumbled, cried for father and mother, and backed away repeatedly. Their eyes seemed to have seen the devil, and their whole bodies were trembling and full of fear. The Shen brothers and sisters were even more frightened and screamed.
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Wu Mi, one of the notorious two saints of Mangshan who was in the realm of martial saints, was torn apart alive. Looking at the corpse on the ground, Liao Hong couldn't believe his eyes.
Liao Hong is very clear about Wu Mi's strength. Although he is weaker than him, he is not much weaker. No matter how weak he is, he is still a martial saint. He died like this and was easily torn alive.
How strong must this young man be?
There was no blood spattered on his body. Chen Dasheng clapped his hands. As if he had done something ordinary, he took out the photos of Chen Xiaoli and Nangong Mu, looked up at Liao Hong, and said lightly, "Have you ever seen this before?"
Two people?"
"presumptuous!"
It was too arrogant. Seeing his junior brother being killed and the murderer being so arrogant, Liao Hong's face changed drastically and became so gloomy that he was about to drip with ink. Facing the photo in Chen Dasheng's hand, he didn't even look at it. He stretched out his hand and flicked it.
The photo couldn't withstand Liao Hong's power, and it immediately turned into crumbs and fell into pieces.
Not only did he destroy the photo, Liao Hong acted first and jumped down the stone steps. He suddenly got angry and punched Chen Dasheng in the chest with a fierce force.
"How brave!"
After the photo was destroyed, Chen Dasheng's face suddenly became ugly. At this time, Liao Hong dared to attack him. How could Chen Dasheng not be angry? He immediately punched Liao Hong.
"Boom!"
The fists intertwined with great strength. Chen Dasheng's physical strength was as strong as an immortal. Liao Hong, a monk in the middle stage of martial arts, could withstand it and flew back faster than before without any suspense.
"Bang!"
Liao Hong's ugly body hit the plaque of the Shuangsheng Temple. The plaque was directly shattered. Liao Hong rolled to the ground. Then he stood up like a carp, with his right arm hanging on his shoulder like a noodle. It was obviously useless.
The severe pain made Liao Hong's expression extremely tangled, making him look even more ugly. He turned his left hand, and something like a bird cage appeared in his hand. In shock, Liao Hong gave Chen Dasheng a sharp look and pulled the cage directly.
Throw it towards Chen Dasheng.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
The cage rotated rapidly and headed straight for Chen Dasheng's head. Chen Dasheng took a closer look and saw that there were several steel knives underneath the cage, shining with a cold light.
"Blood drops?"
Chen Dasheng was a little surprised. This thing was the same as the blood droplet, a murderous weapon in Chinese legends. However, the thing in the hands of the Martial Saint was obviously not a mortal thing, it must be a magic weapon.
Although an expert in arts is bold, Chen Dasheng could underestimate the strength of his opponent, but he did not dare to underestimate the power of the magic weapon. He did not dare to neglect it at that moment. He used Qinggong to fly into the air and kicked the bloody drop.
The blood drop is a very vicious weapon, specially used to cut people's heads. Chen Dasheng wouldn't dare to use his own head on it. If it were an ordinary thing, it would be fine. This thing is a magic weapon refined by the Martial Saint. Who knows how powerful it is
.
Swish, swish, swish!
The blood droplet seemed to have eyes and was extremely fast. Chen Dasheng kicked it in the air and the blood droplet had already flown to the top of his head.
Whoosh whoosh!
The drop of blood stood on top of Chen Dasheng's head, spinning crazily. A whirlwind formed between the cold and dense blades, and a super suction force locked Chen Dasheng. Chen Dasheng felt as if someone had grabbed his head, and he fiercely moved towards it.
The blood-dropped knife was so powerful that he couldn't escape for a while.
"snort!"
Chen Dasheng snorted coldly and was too lazy to fight with it. Since he couldn't avoid him, he put it away. His mind turned into a big hand and wrapped and locked the blood drop. With a thought, he took it directly into Qiankun.
In the bracelet.
"ah?"
Suddenly losing contact with his magic weapon, Liao Hong's mind was severely injured, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood. His body and mind were seriously injured, and Liao Hong soon collapsed to the ground.
Liao Hong covered his injured right arm and looked at Chen Dasheng with a horrified look on his face, "Who are you, an expert from the Shaoyang Sect? Can you tell me your name? Although my two brothers are notorious, they have no grudges against Donghua Mountain.
, why did you come to our door, hurt my disciples, and kill my junior brother instead of telling you?"
Now Liao Hong no longer had the arrogance he had just now, but was just frightened. This man's strength was completely beyond his imagination. It was simply unprecedented. He was seriously injured in just one breath, and he obviously wanted to crush him.
He had just heard Shen Qingmu tell him his past history, and Liao Hong took it for granted that Chen Dasheng was from Donghua Mountain.
Fortunately, there are still photos of the elder sister in the phone. Chen Dasheng took out the phone, called up the photos, walked to Liao Hong, leaned over and put the phone screen in front of Liao Hong, "Have you seen this in the past month?
people?"
His eyes fell on the screen of his mobile phone. Liao Hong didn't know whether he looked carefully or not. He only glanced at it twice and shook his head violently.
"Let me ask you one last time, have you ever seen this person?"
This is the only way to Shaoyang City. If the elder sister and the others ran up the mountain without knowing the terrain and encountered these evil cultivators, they would definitely be in trouble. Chen Dasheng frowned and his voice suddenly increased a few times.
decibel.
Liao Hong was startled by Chen Dasheng's suddenly louder voice. He could clearly feel the killing intent in Chen Dasheng's eyes. If there was any hesitation, Chen Dasheng would definitely kill him without hesitation.
Liao Hong quickly looked at it carefully. After thinking for a while, Liao Hong shook his head, "I've never seen it before. In the past two months, my junior brother and I have been refining alchemy in the temple and have never left the temple. Besides, others
As soon as I heard the name of Mangshan, I walked around. Who would rush up to die!"
"You are quite confident."
Chen Dasheng sneered. Hearing Liao Hong say that he had never met the old sister, he was not disappointed at all. Some were just lucky. It seemed that the old sister and the others took a detour and did not run into these two old monsters.
Faced with the threat to his life, Liao Hong was a little bit dumbfounded. What bad luck happened today? A master came inexplicably and killed him at the slightest disagreement. These were all things they did before, but now things have really changed.
, he couldn’t even figure out why the other party wanted to beat and kill him.
