Who is the Yanzi Clan’s biggest enemy? That’s Guo Yi! Who the Yanzi Clan wants revenge on the most is Guo Yi!
Now, the disciples of the ancient Dao Qing are right in front of us, how can this bad breath not come out?!
He Qiuming suppressed the anger in his body and asked in a deep voice: "The girl's master...is the young master Guo Yi?!"
"Exactly!" Tang Ru nodded proudly.
"In that case..." He Qiuming squinted his eyes with a cold look on his face. He held a silver sword tightly in his left hand and stabbed Tang Ru suddenly, and said angrily: "Then don't blame me for being rude!"
Several elders behind him took a breath of cold air.
Unexpectedly, He Qiuming, who was ready to bow his head and compromise just now, would change his mind a second later.
Tang Ru sneered: "Looking for death!"
He Qiuming was powerful, but he was no match for the power of Master Tang Ru. Tang Ru spun his right hand in the air, and a strong air flow turned into sharp edges and swept towards He Qiuming.
Bang bang...
He Qiuming turned his attack into defense, and the sword light continued to echo left and right.
Tang Ru's spiritual power was reduced to nothing under the influence of He Qiu Ming. He Qiu Ming's strength was not bad. He was able to block Tang Ru's attack with one arm. And he was not at a disadvantage. It can be seen from this that this old man has been very strong this year.
The retreat was not wasted, but I truly understood many things that I had not been able to comprehend before.
"Humph!" Tang Ru sneered and said, "That alone is not enough!"
"Guo Yi's disciples will die!" He Qiuming's eyes flashed with a ferocious look of fighting for his life, and he gritted his teeth and said: "He has an sworn hatred with my Yanzi sect. Even if I can't kill the young master in this life, I will kill him
Young Grandmaster’s apprentice. I’m going to kill you!”
The last sentence was almost shouted out in anger.
Even though this old man is neither tall nor powerful, his voice is indeed full of energy. He almost bursts people's eardrums when he shouts.
"You can't kill my master, but you want to kill me?" Tang Ru sneered repeatedly and said, "If I were killed by you, wouldn't it be an embarrassment to my master?"
Tang Ru smiled disdainfully, and she immediately jumped up.
The figure is like a strip of red silk, elegant and graceful.
"Where to escape!" He Qiuming followed closely, the sword in his hand followed closely, and the sword light lit up in the air.
Every ray of sword light is filled with incomparable murderous intent.
The huge sword light fell and exploded into a huge air current. If it hit a person's body, it would definitely leave a blood hole. If it were an ordinary person, it would be destroyed on the spot. Even a martial artist would have to eat some
suffering.
Tang Ru is a person of the way of heaven, and no one under the way of heaven is afraid.
The sword rays were all captured by the true energy condensed by the spiritual power. Each sword ray bloomed, sending out bursts of violent tremors. Tang Ru's figure was like a cloud blowing in the wind.
"Old man, if you want to die, I will help you!"
The voice fell.
Tang Ru stands high in the sky. When he reaches the realm of heaven, he can walk on water and stand in the sky. He can break mountains with one punch and push out the sea with one palm.
"My master has nine magical powers. Although he only taught me one, he can more than kill you!"
Tang Ru was angry!
Guo Yi once warned Tang Ru that the nine types of magical powers should not be used easily. Unless it is absolutely necessary, they must not be used indiscriminately. Even if it is only the first type of void seal, it can drain the true energy from the body in an instant, and in a short period of time, it can cause death.
People cannot recover their spiritual power and will collapse and die in an instant.
"Void Seal!"
Tang Ru gently raised her right hand, like the Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva above the nine heavens, with a calm expression and gentle movements. Behind the seemingly calm and calm appearance, there was an endless killing power.
His fingers made strange movements.
Then, a huge air blade condensed in his hand.
"cut!"
Tang Ru's expression condensed, as if he were being judged by a god, or as a law enforcer from heaven. The right hand that was raised high suddenly fell down. In an instant, a dark cloud rushed towards his face, and a giant sword condensed with the power of true essence
Falling from the sky.
"Not good!"
He Qiuming was shocked, but it was too late when he realized that something was wrong. He hurriedly protected his body with Gang Qi, madly injecting the Gang Qi in his body into the silver sword, and resisted Tang Runa with the slim silver sword.
A vast sword.
Boom!
The vast sword easily cut off He Qiuming's silver sword and broke his defense like a mighty force.
He Qiuming watched helplessly as the sword that cut the sky and the earth fell from the sky. He suddenly showed a look of despair. Seeing that he was about to die, he could only close his eyes and mutter: "Alas, I am so old.
A lifetime...not worth it!"
When the sword falls, it often turns into a smear of meat, splattering on the desolate Gobi Desert.
On the ground, a crack stretched forward from Tang Ru's feet, like a centipede snaking and climbing on the ground, which was a bit horrible to see.
When the sword fell, smoke and dust rose everywhere, and dust covered the ground, making people afraid to look directly.
"Master He!"
Behind him, several elders looked sad. Unexpectedly, He Qiuming, the head of the Yanzi Sect, who had only been in power for a year, would die again. In just a short time, the Yanzi Sect lost two heads in succession. One died in Guo
In the hands of Guo Yi, one died in the hands of Guo Yi's disciples.
"My Swallow Gate is finished..."
"It's over, it's over, our Yanzi Sect will no longer have a martial arts master!"
Several elders were crying, and seemed to have foreseen the future of Yanzi Sect. A sect that does not even have a martial arts master is destined to be a miserable sect, and it is destined to be a sect with no future!
The dust has settled and the sun is setting in the west.
Tang Ru looked at the bloody sunset on the horizon and raised her head: "Master, my disciple has not insulted the master's reputation."
In this battle, Tang Ru used the magical power taught by Guo Yi for the first time.
Although the spiritual power in her body was instantly drained, it allowed her to see the power of supernatural powers and the power of the way to practice law. It was much more powerful than the martial arts practitioners. Tang Ru stood on the spot as the wind blew.
Her long skirt is a beautiful sight on the desolate desert. However, it is this beautiful scenery, but her hands are stained with blood.
"Do you... accept it?" Tang Ru asked with squinting eyes.
"Clothes!"
"We obey and we will never dare to cause trouble to the girl!"
They knelt down one after another and begged for mercy. These elders did not have the backbone of Chu Mingfei, Qiu Minghe, and He Qiuming.
Back then, Chu Mingfei knew he was outmatched, but still risked his life to fight Guo Yi. Even He Qiuming was much more courageous than them. At least he never backed down and never embarrassed the Yanzimen.
"well……"
Tang Ru sighed and said: "It's time to go back. Master has suffered such a disaster and torture... How can I leave him?"
After saying that, Tang Ru turned around and returned to the desert. Step by step, she walked towards the depths of the desert. The setting sun stretched her figure very long.
