"When you hear the giant leaping, the world will be ravaged by the wind."
"If the fat is left behind, there will be drought for thousands of miles."
"The dragon dances immediately, and the fire is unbridled."
"Husband, now, the flood is coming."
"When he walks on his heels, the plague arises."
"After Yonghe, there was acidity and death, and the world was in great terror."
"The sky and the sun and the moon fell, the earth collapsed, corpses of humans and beasts littered the fields, purgatory overlapped with the world, ancient kings transformed into devils and reappeared, all gods died, and eternity ended..."
The blind old man was lying under a tree at the entrance of Qiuli Valley, playing the yueqin in his hand.
The words he uttered to himself were filled with horrible words.
Suddenly, two black figures appeared in the mist at the mouth of the valley.
"The old man sings some gods and ghosts. It sounds annoying. Let me send you to the underworld to sigh!"
One of the black-faced men who entered Qiuli Valley had a high-pitched voice, while the other had a low-pitched voice.
The low-pitched man raised his hand and unleashed all his half-step innate power on the blind old man.
This man's movements are full of true energy, which symbolizes that his half-step innateness is not realized by himself, but relies on the accumulation of pure true energy.
However... this huge amount of accumulated Qi is like an arsenal exploding all the time... equally terrifying.
There are actually some natural magic circles in the Qiuli Valley that inhibit the flow of true energy, but this casual palm still seemed to blow up the mouth of the valley.
The blind old man sat under the tree, as if he did not feel the blow that was about to kill him.
Fortunately, a strong wind swept by with the sound of bells, and before the violent palm force destroyed the entrance of Qiuli Valley, it wrapped around the blind old man's waist and pulled him into the valley.
"Mr. Feng, go to the valley first."
A woman wearing a spacious, long-sleeved dress appeared at the mouth of the valley holding a yellow ribbon tied with dozens of bells. Facing the scene of rock collapse, she quickly gave instructions.
The blind old man stood up, patted the dust on his body, strummed the yueqin in his hand as if he didn't care, and then walked into the valley.
The girl who used the bell immediately turned to the entrance of Qiuli Valley and looked at the two figures standing there.
The domineering atmosphere was like a terrifying aura rushing towards their faces, and the high-level pressure they unleashed wantonly... undoubtedly showed how powerful these two people were.
The two of them didn't say any extra words or actions, they just stood there, as if a weight was placed on a person's heart.
Soon, all the warriors in the valley gathered.
There are middle-aged swordsmen, fierce spearmen, and elegant swordsmen. They are all upper-level third-level warriors with excellent martial arts skills.
Although there are not many people in Qiuli Valley, they are all powerful warriors gathered because of the same philosophy.
At the same time, Jiang Lie, the young master of Diming Palace, and the Xu family father and son also came closer.
A group of warriors blocked the entrance of the valley and confronted two mysterious warriors.
"Who are you?"
The middle-aged swordsman held his sword in front and questioned the two men.
One of the black-faced men had a frivolous attitude, an arrogant tone, and put his hand on his forehead:
"The weak have no right to ask questions to the strong, don't you know?"
When the middle-aged swordsman heard this, his brows turned angry, and the violent Yunhe sword energy swept across the entire valley entrance, swallowing up the two figures.
Then he jumped up high, and a hundred-foot-long sword fell from the sky and struck down.
"Then I'll ask you with a knife!"
However... among the violent and tearing sword energy, a green force arose.
This force was like the interweaving of countless green coiled dragons, one of which directly bit the Baizhang Xueyue sword light.
"The voice you asked the question in was too soft."
The black-faced man's voice is contemptuous and his power is moving.
The dragon's head flicked, and the sword shattered.
Then another black-faced man flew into the air and hit the middle-aged swordsman in the chest with one palm, knocking him down.
"Seconded."
After waving his palms, the black-faced man slowly landed.
Two people side by side:
"My name is Qinglong."
"My name is Canglong."
"We are here to kill you on the orders of [Dark Sky]."
"If you know the truth, hurry up and kill me. Otherwise, you will experience real pain."
…
The middle-aged swordsman was shot down, causing huge cracks in the ground. He vomited blood in his mouth and retreated continuously.
Zhao Shuyi, a gunman from Qiuli Valley, and Jiang Lie, a young man in black robe, quickly stepped forward and raised their palms to resist the middle-aged swordsman to relieve him.
"Senior Yishu, are you okay?"
the gunman asked.
The swordsman Yi Shu waved his hands wildly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stood with his head held high:
"nothing."
"Hey, are you brave?"
Qinglong was a little surprised to see that Yi Shukuang could still stand firm.
Canglong looked at Jiang Lie beside him:
"It turns out that the young master of Diming Palace is hiding here. Let me think about it, where is the best place to throw him after killing him?"
These two people were obviously not mentally ill, speaking upside down and showing a strong sense of madness.
Then, Canglong noticed the Xu family father and son beside him:
"Hey, isn't this the little mouse that escaped that day? Are you here too?"
Hearing this... Xu Dangyang and Xu Rong, father and son, felt like they were struck by lightning.
The pupils of Xu Rong's eyes contracted violently, bursting out with endless fire of hatred.
"Canglong, you talk too much."
Qinglong reminded his companions dissatisfiedly.
Canglong smiled evilly:
"What are you afraid of? The nails are all set up. These people will die anyway, so we don't have to worry."
Qinglong heard this and immediately smiled:
"That's true."
Then, two extremely domineering half-step innate auras rose into the sky, like swaying fire.
Both the warriors of the Qiu Shui family and Jiang Lie felt extremely depressed.
But under this pressure, a thin figure rushed forward against the terrifying and huge pressure.
The World Arsenal Volume given to Xu Rong by Han Feng can ignore all mental pressures innately.
The young man in white held his sword and used it as a blade to rush towards Qinglong and Canglong.
It's them! It's them!
It was they who ruined their own lives, and they were the ones who killed my relatives.
"Son of a bitch, give me my mother back!!"
The blade blessed by the fire of hatred was wrapped in a wind-like aura and headed straight towards the two mysterious masked men.
"This kid...is he mentally ill?"
Qinglong didn't pay attention to the young man's charge at all, and looked at Canglong beside him to ask.
Canglong shook his head:
"Who knows? He's probably a lunatic."
Then, Xu Rong collided with Qinglong's powerful force with a green dragon shadow. The blade was broken on the spot and he was also ejected.
The eighth-grade counterattack with half-step innateness is obviously a battle with a huge disparity that cannot be described in a novel.
Qinglong smiled evilly and slowly raised his hand:
"Boy, do you hate me very much? Yes, it's me. When your whole family died, I was the one blocking the door of your house... There is a boy with a mole under his left eye who looks quite similar to you.
, Okay, my heart will be crushed...hehehehehe..."
As he said this, Qinglong laughed wildly, as if he was crazy.
Canglong looked at his appearance and tapped the mask on his face:
"Oh, this guy is crazy too. Forget it, let me carry out the mission."
As he spoke, the masked man raised his hand, and the blue dragon shadow gathered.
The target is... Xu Rong!
"not good!"
Seeing that the situation was not good, dozens of warriors from Qiuli Valley charged at the two black-faced men, intending to interrupt the attack on Xu Rong.
The other warriors rushed towards Xu Rong, intending to pull the boy in white back.
However...it's too difficult.
"Hey, you want to be a hero? Want to save this child?"
Canglong unleashed his strength and hit Xu Rong.
Many warriors worked together to mobilize their true energy and finally blocked the attack.
However, everyone was knocked back dozens of feet.
The remaining warriors who rushed towards the two had to face the dark green dragon shadow of Qinglong, and were knocked away by the dragon's head and tail...
Many warriors could only delay for a while...
Then Canglong's figure flashed and came to Xu Rong who fell to the ground.
"Is there anything special about him? Do you want to protect him like this? Or are you all admirable righteous people?"
As he spoke, a blue blade appeared in Canglong's hand, slowly raised, and was about to land.
Xu Rong looked at the tall black-faced man in front of him and wanted to run away, but his body was unable to react due to the torn muscle fascia of the previous shock.
Are you going to die?
The images of some people flashed before the young man's eyes like a revolving door... his mother, his eldest brother, his second uncle...
Dad will be very sad, he is the only one left...
Then, the blue blade fell.
Red blood spilled all over the floor.
Xu Rong's eyes were tangled and shaking like wrung towels...
A swordsman dressed in gray stood in front of the boy in white.
The blue blade penetrated his chest and emerged from his back.
Open your mouth, blood gushes out in big mouthfuls...
But the gray-clothed swordsman may have known that he had reached his limit, so he reluctantly spoke in a hoarse voice:
"He is not special to others, but...he is the most special to me..."
Blood spurts out...
"He is my...son!"
Cang Long didn't seem to like this scene. He stretched out his hand to push Xu Dangyang away, but the swordsman in gray grabbed his shoulder and pushed him two steps forward.
The black-faced man laughed in anger:
"Is this your strength? This is all you can do. This can't save your son."
The gray-clothed swordsman no longer had the strength to even raise his head. He lowered his head and was as angry as a thread:
"I...do everything I can."
Then, under the skin and flesh of the gray-clothed swordsman, brilliant blood burst out.
Part of it rushed into Xu Rong's body.
Another part enveloped Canglong and then exploded.
boom!!
A shocking explosion.
At the entrance of Qiuli Valley, a moment has passed.
The warriors were shocked.
The two black-faced men were also surprised.
Amid the shock caused by the blood light explosion, Cang Long slowly walked out, his robe was torn at one corner, and his face was a little gray.
"Oh, you still have this kind of ability... It's really good. Okay, this kid still has to die... there's only this you can do..."
As he spoke, he walked towards Xu Rong and raised his hand again.
Xu Rong watched his father detonate himself, and Canglong walked towards him in a daze. At the moment when his consciousness stopped, he even forgot to shed tears.
"This kid seems to have lost his mind. Forget it, I'll send you to accompany your damn father."
Cang Long was about to fall, but at this moment his wrist was caught.
"In my opinion, it would be better for you to go down and apologize."
"Um!??"
Canglong was shocked instantly.
In this Qiuli Valley, apart from the seriously injured Xu Canglang, who else can fight with me?
The scantily clad Yan Kuangtu stood in front of Xu Rong, looking directly at Canglong.
"What do you think you are!?"
Cang Long's expression gradually changed, and he waved his other palm to hit Kuangtuo Yan.
"Fuck your mother, when I was in the world, you were still a piece of barbecued pork!"
Yan Kuangtu was also good at scolding people, but he didn't choose to be tough because there was someone behind him.
Weak Shui Rou Yi Jiu Zhuan Gong" released his strength, grabbed Cang Long's arm and circled it in mid-air, then threw him out and hit the mountain wall at the entrance of Qiuli Valley.
Both are half-step innate, but the gap is quite large.
Then, Xiong Ba, Wei Qing Qingqing, Li Gong, Ye Di, Dongfang Bubai and Mei Niansheng broke into the battlefield and threw out the bodies of the black-robed killers one after another.
Wei Qingqingqing is holding a weapon and her long hair is flying:
"Sorry everyone, we found a large number of killers trying to sneak into the valley, so we were delayed for a moment."