The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 85 Zou Yiqiu's Strength
Suddenly, the sound of flying came from behind. Pang Wenjun looked back and found that it was Pang Xiangliang who brought a dozen masters from Pangjiazhuang.

Because of the rush of time, Pang Xiangliang rushed over with all the elites of Pangjiazhuang, all of whom were masters of the eighth level of acquired martial arts and above.

"Mr. Mo, don't worry, we are here to help you, and we will definitely kill them all." Pang Xiangliang looked at Mr. Li and the others murderously.

Huh?Strange, why so many Li family members died?There are only two people, Pang Wenjun and Mr. Mo, so they probably didn't do it.Could it be that the Li family killed each other?

"Old Ancestor, there is a congenital master." Pang Wenjun pointed to Zou Yiqiu and said fearfully.

Pang Xiangliang turned his head to see Zou Yiqiu, his expression changed.

"This, how is this possible? How could the Li family hire such a powerful master?" Pang Xiangliang shouted in surprise.

Even if the Li family spends their entire family's financial resources, at most they can invite masters at the initial stage of congenital state.A congenital expert like Zou Yiqiu can't be hired just because you have money.

After breaking through the congenital realm, that is the master realm. Even in China, there are very few masters whose strength reaches the master level.

Pang Wenjun said with a mournful face: "Yes, Patriarch, I also think it's impossible, but the truth is right in front of us. I advised Mr. Mo, a hero, not to suffer the immediate loss, but to leave first, but he refused. Now we want to leave, but we can't. .”

"Let's go together, I don't believe that we can't deal with that person together." Pang Xiangliang gritted his teeth.

"By the way, Patriarch, these are the little black knives Mr. Mo gave us, made by Master Batian." Pang Wenjun hurriedly took out those little black knives. "Our Pang Family Manor's treasures are no match for it, and it has been chopped off by the great elder of the Mukong Sect just now."

Pang Wenjun explained what happened just now.

"The peerless treasure refined by the legendary master Batian!" Pang Xiangliang widened his eyes excitedly. "Hahaha, Pang Wenjun, now that we have this treasure, we can compete with him."

With a small black knife in his hand, Pang Xiangliang felt a lot more courageous.

So, Pang Xiangliang and the dozen of them flew towards Zou Yiqiu together.

Zou Yiqiu snorted coldly, with contempt in his eyes: "You ignorant people, what Batian master, I have never heard of in the cultivation world. Since you are talking about peerless treasures, then I will let you see me A powerful treasure in your hands."

Zou Yiqiu shook his right hand, and swung a soft sword forward like a poisonous snake.

Zou Yiqiu wanted to fight with Pang Xiangliang and the others, so he swung his soft sword and slashed at the small black knife in Pang Xiangliang's hand.

You must know that Zou Yiqiu's treasure was forged by a well-known master craftsman in the cultivation world. It is so sharp that other weapons will break in two when touched.

"Dang." When Zou Yiqiu's soft sword slashed on the small black knife, the soft sword flicked, and a big gap was cut out.

Zou Yiqiu exclaimed in surprise: "This, how is this possible?"

The move just now, if he hadn't pulled back the soft sword in a hurry, might have been chopped off by Pang Xiangliang's little black knife.

This soft sword is priceless, at that time he spent a lot of treasures in exchange for this handy treasure.

Now that Pang Xiangliang hacked him like this with one move, he wished he could tear his opponent into pieces.

"Wow, Pang Wenjun, this little black knife is really a good thing." Pang Xiangliang's eyes were shining brightly.

It's really beyond his expectation that he can use the little black knife to make the congenital masters suffer.

Pang Wenjun smiled triumphantly: "Of course, this is a peerless treasure refined by Master Batian. Mr. Mo is so generous, he just gave us a few."

Thinking of this, Pang Wenjun looked enviously at the other two small black knives in Mo Huasong's hand.

If Mo Huasong still had a lot of small black knives and gave them to Pangjiazhuang together, then they would make a lot of money.

Zou Yiqiu said coldly: "Hmph, what is Pangjiazhuang? Do you think you can deal with me with a peerless weapon?"

After finishing speaking, Zou Yiqiu took back the soft sword, and walked towards Pang Xiangliang and the others with bare hands.

At this time, Zou Yiqiu's eyes were all fixed on the little black knife in Pang Xiangliang's hands. It was a good treasure. If he could get it and take it back to his master, the master would definitely appreciate him a lot.

"Let's go up together." Seeing that Zou Yiqiu didn't use a weapon, Pang Xiangliang was overjoyed, and rushed towards Zou Yiqiu with a knife.

"Whoosh, whoosh." More than a dozen figures quickly attacked Zou Yiqiu, making people dazzled.

"Heaven is overwhelming!" Zou Yiqiu sneered, and struck forward with both hands, the air in front of him was pierced, and he rushed towards Pang Xiangliang and the others with powerful energy like an overwhelming mountain.

"Not good." Pang Xiangliang panicked.

He felt a strong air wall in front of him, making it impossible for them to rush through.

Zou Yiqiu laughed wildly: "Now, do you know that there is a terrible disparity in strength? If you are all innate strengths and have such powerful treasures, I am a little afraid. But your strength is too poor."

"Now, you all go to die." Before the words finished, Zou Yiqiu pressed his hand, and the air wall directly covered Pang Xiangliang and the others.

"Ahhh." Pang Wenjun and the others felt their Qi and blood rising, and then they were all crushed to the ground.

"Strong, too strong." Pang Xiangliang wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and got up from the ground with difficulty.

Zou Yiqiu defeated them with just one move, their strengths really differed too much.

If Zou Yiqiu hadn't wanted to compete with them in weapons just now, they would have been injured early in the morning.

Even though the little black knives in their hands were powerful, they couldn't get close to Zou Yiqiu at all.

Zou Yiqiu used his powerful internal strength to directly crush them from a distance, forcing them to admit defeat.

Seeing that Zou Yiqiu defeated Pang Xiangliang and the others with one move, Mr. Li clapped his hands excitedly and shouted: "Hahaha, Hero Zou, you are really powerful. Kill them all and leave no one behind."

Seeing that the younger generation of the Li family were killed by Mo Huasong, Mr. Li wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

Pang Wenjun said to Pang Xiangliang in fear: "Old Ancestor, let's escape separately. If there is one escaped, it is one."

Pang Xiangliang shook his head in frustration: "His strength is too strong, we were injured again, and we couldn't escape."

"Could it be that our Pangjiazhuang is finished like this?" Pang Wenjun cried unwillingly.

Pang Wenjun looked at Mo Huasong with a bit of resentment. If it weren't for him, nothing would happen to their Pangjiazhuang.

"Hahaha, if you want to blame it, blame it for being related to Mo Huasong. Otherwise, nothing will happen to your Pangjiazhuang. But you messed with me today. From tomorrow onwards, there will be no Pangjiazhuang in this world." Zou Yiqiu's There was a strong murderous look in his eyes.

When he kills people like Mo Huasong, he will immediately go to Pang's Village and kill them all.

"No, don't." Pang Wenjun thought of his lovely granddaughter Pang Xiaopei, his hands were clenched, and his eyes were red.

(End of this chapter)