Li Xiaoyao stood in the distance and was not affected by the dazzling light.
He clearly saw the dazzling light rolling out of the coffin as a figure shot straight out, and the dazzling and sharp light pierced the middle-aged scribe's chest.
All this happened so suddenly that no one could react yet.
But they saw Zhang Lanzhi, the head of the Zhang family who was sitting on the front of the carriage, roaring loudly, leaping up like a cheetah, and rushing towards the back of the middle-aged scribe with a strong wind.
At this time, Zhang Lanzhi was still the cowardly person who was bullied to the point of not daring to say a word. It turned out that he hid all his grievances and bore all the shame. He was just waiting for this moment, waiting for the person hiding in the coffin.
The fatal blow.
The middle-aged scribe was slightly startled, as the sharp aura in front of him shot toward his chest with a harsh sound that broke through the air.
Behind him was a momentum like a tiger descending a mountain, as fast as a thunderous roar, and struck at his back.
What a wonderful arrangement, what a perfect assassination operation.
What they didn't expect was that Zhang Lanzhi showed weakness at the beginning and did not make any strong resistance. After all, the opponent was too powerful. Even when the opponent destroyed the black-cloaked carriage, they still showed resentment, but they still didn't.
Any action, until this moment, when the middle-aged scribe opened the lid of the coffin, they launched a sneak attack.
Li Xiaoyao couldn't help but be surprised by the hidden strength of the Zhang family. He clearly felt that the figure shot out of the coffin was as silent as dead water, but this did not mean that the other party had no cultivation. On the contrary, it was a kind of
The performance of returning to nature. But Zhang Lanzhi, the leader of the Zhang family, was also misjudged by him. He thought that the other party was not just an ordinary master of the aristocratic family.
Unexpectedly, his eyes were opened today. He still underestimated the strange people in this world.
The middle-aged scribe was just stunned for a moment and then recovered immediately.
The dazzling light came in an instant, but it was an extremely sharp long sword. The long sword cut through the air outside the sword body with bloodthirsty ferocity, making a sharp hissing sound.
Just as the lightning flashed, the middle-aged scribe flicked his sleeves, stretched out his right hand, and his long five fingers turned into big claws to grab the sharp sword.
Then, without looking back, he turned his left hand into a palm to meet Zhang Lanzhi's attacking fists, as if there were eyes behind him.
There was a playful smile on the face of the man holding the sword. How could the opponent's hand of flesh and blood be compared with his sword with blown hair and broken hair.
The long sword, like a stream of spring water, stabbed forward without any pause. At this time, the middle-aged scribe's right hand had already firmly grasped the long sword.
A harsh sharp sound suddenly sounded from the moment the sword and hand came into contact.
The palm of that flesh and blood body actually clashed with the sharp sword made of fine steel, and a burst of sparks appeared, and the sizzling sound lasted for a long time.
With two "bang, bang" sounds, the middle-aged scribe blocked Zhang Lanzhi's fists with his left palm. He blocked the fists that were attacking behind him with just one palm.
Zhang Lanzhi stepped back a few steps, his body shook for a while, and then he stabilized his body. He only had to take one more step back and he would fall.
After that, there was a surge of blood in his chest, and a rush of hot blood rushed straight to his throat, and he could no longer suppress it.
With a "pop" sound, a mouthful of blood spurted out. At the same time, he felt dizzy. There was too much gap between him and the middle-aged scribe, and the other party only slapped him hastily, causing serious internal injuries to him.
Just after the middle-aged scribe repelled Zhang Lan, the long sword of the man holding the sword sparked a burst of electric sparks in the opponent's hand, but it still did not stop the long sword from stabbing forward.
The middle-aged scribe did not expect that the sword was so tough and sharp. When he grabbed it with his right hand, he did not block the thrust of the sword, but instead cut his right palm.
The force of the stabbing sword remained unabated, and there was a blood-red mark on his right hand, almost bleeding out.
The middle-aged scribe could only retreat, otherwise he would be pierced through the chest by the sword. Although he had other ways to escape from the sword, there was another person behind him who was about to pounce again.
Zhang Lanzhi.
I saw him floating strangely and landing on the ground, just three feet away from the broken carriage.
All this happened in a few breaths. When everyone opened their eyes, they found two people standing on the torn apart carriage.
The two people looked almost exactly the same, except that the extra man was dressed in black and held a three-foot-long sword that shone with cold light in his hand. The sword emitted a bloodthirsty light, which made everyone's eyes dazzle for a while.
dizziness.
The horse they were sitting on felt the bloodthirsty aura and couldn't help but stir for a while, almost stepping forward with its front hooves to rush forward.
While they tightened the reins in their hands tightly, they looked at the extra person. They were also wondering in their hearts that the extra person looked exactly like their family leader. Only one of them had a stern expression and held a long weapon.
The whole body of the sword exuded a biting coldness, as if it was standing proudly in the cold wind like a killing god.
Zhang Lanzhi stood side by side with the man, looking coldly at the middle-aged scribe standing three feet away from them. Their eyes immediately intertwined, and a few dazzling lights burst out under the gray sky.
"You go back first, staying here will only cause chaos." Zhang Lanzhi, the leader of the Zhang family, waved his hand at the front of the carriage and shouted in a deep voice to the stunned Zhang family members. After saying this, he untied the bolt that was tied to the carriage.
The reins of the two horses in front of the carriage.
The two horses gave a long neigh, stepped forward with their front hooves, and galloped forward, disappearing in an instant.
The people in the Zhang Mansion who stayed behind the carriage all looked at each other, turned their heads one after another, and drove in the direction of the Zhang Mansion.
In this moment, all the people who needed to leave were gone, leaving only the fat little Taoist priest standing on the hillside, and the middle-aged scribe who stared coldly at Zhang Lanzhi and the other two.
"I didn't expect that your Zhang family is very hidden. You have been hunting eagles all day long, but you didn't expect that today you would be pecked by an eagle. If a certain family guessed correctly, this is Zhang Hanzhi, the Zhang family's hidden master.
The heaven-level gold medal killer in 'Assassin's Alliance'."
The middle-aged scribe's tone became colder and colder, but he showed no fear at all. He just looked coldly at the two people standing side by side again.
"Your honor is overrated, but your reputation is very negative. I wonder if you can tell me the names of the two brothers." Zhang Hanzhi, who was dressed in black, did not open his mouth, but his voice was so weird, sharp and harsh.
Li Xiaoyuan couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body when he heard the sound from a distance. He was sure that he could make a sound without seeing the other person open his mouth. Although the sound was unpleasant and harsh, where did the other person make the sound?
He didn't feel uncomfortable and looked at the man carefully for a while.
"A certain family is just a man from the mountains, so a rough surname is of no importance. However, this time your Zhang family has devised a plan to cross Chencang secretly. If it hadn't been for a certain family, if it had been someone else, I'm afraid it would have become your sword.
He must be a dead soul."
The middle-aged scribe still did not reveal his name. Instead, he praised the Zhang family for their good strategies. There was an endless sense of awe in his tone. The aura in his body suddenly rose. The aura was more than just pounding.
To use the word "礴" to describe it, it is like rolling out of the deep sea in anger.
Li Xiaoyao was shocked. He knew that the other party was really angry. I am afraid this was the first time that the middle-aged scribe had encountered such a scheme. How could he not be angry.
But at this moment, he didn't know whether to step forward or run away. After all, the momentum of the two Zhang brothers was not weaker than that of the middle-aged scribe. It shouldn't be a big problem if he ran away at this moment.
But he also wanted to find out why that person just wanted to keep him. The other person was also an evil master. He seemed to be both good and evil. It was obviously not a good thing to find him. He was not his opponent. After he escaped, he would not be able to do anything.
If the Zhang brothers fail to keep each other, they may have to live a life of being hunted by that person in the future.
Of course, he doesn't have any good impressions of the Zhang family at the moment. One of the Zhang brothers, Zhang Hanzhi, who was hiding in the coffin, turned out to be a killer of the "Assassin's Sky Alliance", and he was also a gold medal killer of the heaven level. It can be seen that the other party was there.
His status in the killer organization must be high.
However, the people on both sides were not good people. Li Xiaoyao decided to stay and wait for them to fight, and then he would reap the benefits.
Perhaps this fisherman is not as easy to be a fisherman as he thought, and neither party is a fuel-efficient person.
The Zhang brothers, who were standing on the carriage that was destroyed by the middle-aged scribe, saw that the middle-aged scribe had gathered a more powerful aura, and they couldn't help showing solemn eyes. They were probably angry about the calculation just now.
He wanted the other party, so the other party knew that what he wanted was not here, but he still stayed.
The middle-aged scribe wanted to make the Zhang brothers pay for the plot they had just made. Although he was not harmed, how could he, who was always proud and arrogant, let others plot against him?
The two parties gathered their whole body momentum to the best state, looking at each other from afar,
The two powerful momentums collided and turned into countless cyclones spinning around them.
The gloomy sky also seemed to feel the tense atmosphere. Dark clouds kept rolling over their heads, making the atmosphere even more depressing.
The two sides stared at each other, without blinking.
The sky became even grayer, and the bone-chilling wind blew more wantonly and randomly. However, when the wind passed around them lightly, it was torn apart by the rotating energy generated by the collision, turning into bursts of weird waves.
The sound resounded throughout the sky.
The fat Taoist priest who wanted to enjoy the benefits of being a fisherman also stood on the hillside where the cold wind was howling, motionless, letting the biting north wind ruffle his strands of hair.
His plump, round face turned red due to nervousness.
The middle-aged scribe took a strode forward, and his old but neat gown undulated with his steps.
With a "bang" sound, the hairpin that held his bun above his head broke in two due to the collision of two vortices, and then turned into a piece of sawdust in the whirlwind.
At this time, the middle-aged scribe lost his elegant and free temperament, and was replaced by a touch of coquettishness. His hair was flying, his delicate face was full of coquettishness, and his cold eyes shone like a demon.
Evil light.
He stood tall against the sky, he looked arrogantly at the crowd, he was like a peerless demon king, and the demonic look in his eyes became more and more intense.
Although he is dressed as a scribe, his whole body exudes an aura of looking down on the world. His figure seems to be getting taller and taller. This is just an illusion in the eyes of others, but that illusion is real.
It's really happening before your eyes.
When Li Xiaoyao saw this, his heart felt like a needle pricking him. He had already guessed the identity of the middle-aged scribe.
Knowing the identity of the man, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. He had to make new plans, but could he really escape from his grasp?
The middle-aged scribe is the old Nanshan monster who is both righteous and evil, both good and evil. He only acts according to his personal preferences and is the most difficult to deal with in the world.
Li Xiaoyao has only heard of this person, but has never actually met him. This person is also one of the most mysterious figures in the martial arts world besides the four ancient martial arts sects. This person is arrogant and unruly, but he is also the most defensive.
, this person and his sons are also one of the most stubborn forces in the world that cannot be messed with.
He looked at the old Nanshan demon who was about to burst into rage, and his heart was shaking inexplicably. Only then did he remember what happened in the wine shop in Hukou County. The other party must have known that they had stayed there, and he must have known that they had stayed there.
He also identified himself and others as the murderers of the Shura boy.
What should he do now? He felt extremely anxious in his heart. At this time, he could neither retreat nor step forward.
At this time, all the energy of the old Nanshan demon was focused on the Zhang brothers opposite him, and waves of earth-shaking aura rushed straight towards the two brothers.
He shouted loudly, exuding a chaotic and fierce momentum and rushed towards the Zhang brothers.
The Zhang brothers looked at each other without much expression. They had already raised their internal strength to its peak state and could cope with each other's attacks at any time.
And at this moment, two huge auras rushed towards this place. The two auras were carrying a thunderous momentum, from far to near, and arrived here in an instant.
The old Nanshan demon who was about to attack was the first to feel the arrival of an uninvited guest. He restrained his posture and suspended the attack.
At the same time, the Zhang brothers felt someone rushing towards them, and they also watched what happened, unsure whether the person was a friend or an enemy.
The two figures approaching from far away were filled with strong aura, carrying biting cold wind, and landed two feet away from the left side of the Nanshan Old Demon.
The two late uninvited guests, the arrogant Nanshan old demon, and the Zhang brothers who were ready to go, divided the five of them into three different camps.
At this time, where they stand is like a tripod, who is the enemy and who is the friend, the enemy is also a friend, and the friend is sometimes an enemy.
Coupled with the fat little Taoist priest standing on the hillside who wanted to take advantage of the situation, the situation here became increasingly weird.