And just when Murong Xu thought the battle was over, a violent wind swept in like a hurricane.
"Xu Lao, be careful!" Bai Hu shouted loudly.
"Huh?!" Murong Xu's pupils shrank for a moment, and he immediately used his ten powers to meet him.
Bang!
A loud noise was heard, and Murong Xu quickly retreated a hundred meters away, then opened his mouth and spurted out a large mouthful of blood.
"Who is it?" Murong Xu stabilized his figure, stared at the darkness on the left, and spoke in a deep voice.
He could sense that the person coming was half a level higher than him, with the strength of a ninth-level saint.
"Death to these meddling people!" came an old man's voice.
When the voice fell, another palm wind containing monstrous power was blasted towards Murong Xu.
"Shameless talk!"
At this moment, Lu Yue's voice came from the door of the bar.
Immediately afterwards, he was seen holding the Heavenly Sword in his hand and directly activated the Overlord Sword Technique, and the thunderous sword curtain fell towards the opponent's offensive.
boom!
The two men's attacks collided, and a powerful wave of air shook out like a hot weapon explosion. Two or three surrounding buildings, including the bar, collapsed.
The people in the three buildings were injured to varying degrees. Fortunately, these people were all martial arts practitioners. Although they were injured, no one lost their lives.
Kick!
After one move, Lu Yue and the other old man retreated twenty or thirty steps at the same time.
The opponent didn't expect Lu Yue to come out halfway, so the move just now didn't activate his own trump card, and he was tied with Lu Yue.
Bang!
And just when the opponent had just stabilized his figure, Murong Xu's offensive had already arrived with a bang, hitting the opponent directly.
Because of his hasty defense, the old man was blown away two to three hundred meters by Murong Xu's palm, and his aura became very disordered.
"Damn it! You actually hurt me, you both need to die!"
After the angry old man calmed down a little, he mobilized his ten powers to attack Lu Yue and Murong Xu.
But, he has no chance!
"I don't know whether to live or die!" Ling Hao's voice sounded behind him.
At the same time as the words sounded, a blood-red sword light struck like lightning.
After sensing the breath of death, the old man deliberately wanted to dodge, but it was obvious that he was unable to do so due to his strength.
After the sword flash passed, a head was immediately seen rising into the sky, blood spurting out like a pillar.
Until the moment of his death, he didn't even understand who killed him.
"Mr. Xu, are you okay?" Ling Hao then looked at Murong Xu and asked.
"Thank you young master for your concern, I'm fine!" Murong Xu shook his head in response.
"Brother, he is dying!" At this time, Xuan Pang pointed at the man on the ground and shouted.
"Let me take a look!" Ling Hao quickly came to Xuan Pang, then stretched out his hand to press on the man's heart, and at the same time poured in a powerful infuriating energy.
"You... who are you..." The man spoke with difficulty, blood pouring out of his mouth.
He was severely injured by the woman before and had a narrow escape from death. If it hadn't been for Xuan Pang's attack, he would have run out of energy long ago.
"The people from the Holy Blood Sect want to kill the Ghost Hand Fisherman, where is he now?" Ling Hao asked in a deep voice.
"He...he is in the angel...eye..." After the man finished speaking, his pupils expanded rapidly, and then he kicked his legs and lost his breath.
"Mr. Xu, do you know where the angel eyes are?" Ling Hao retracted his palm and looked at Murong Xu and asked.
