brother is right

Chapter 270 Qingtian Yan

Below the sky, four disciples of the vocal and silent sect raised smoke and appeared from all directions of Sun Jiubei.

"Hands empty!"

The four people were in four directions, digging towards Sun Jiubei's waist from left to right, and digging towards Sun Jiubei's heart from front to back.

These four people, judging from the aura they showed, were all small supernatural beings in the realm of 'Tongyou'. Zhang Feixuan and the others dared not be careless when dealing with such a famous and authentic existence.

But he chose Sun Jiubei.

boom!
With a muffled sound, the four hands precisely touched Sun Jiubei's body, but they couldn't get an inch of it when they touched the silver armor on his body.

This made the four of them all look horrified.

What kind of armor is this!
Sun Jiubei directly grasped the arm of the person in front of him, and his force made a crisp sound, obviously crushing that arm. He moved in and punched the other fist straight forward.

call!
The whistling wind blew forward along the fist, like a knife, it cut off the disciple's hair, and even broke his face a few times.

You can't take this punch hard!

The disciple's terrified hair stood on end, and he twisted his arm. The wrist held by Sun Jiubei was directly severed from the elbow, and smoke exploded all over his body and disappeared.

"Where to escape!"

Sun Jiubei's eyebrows and spiritual eyes shone, and turned into a beam of light to shine forward, and the smoke actually illuminated the figure of a person.

Bang bang bang!
At this moment, the other three disciples attacked again, but there was still no response when they hit him. Sun Jiubei took three steps at a time, completely ignoring their attacks, and rushed forward like an arrow. The fist hit the person whose figure was shown in the photo.

boom!
A ball of blood shot out from the uninhabited space, and fell to the ground with some white dirt. At the same time, there was also a corpse whose head had exploded, leaving some remnants.

The remaining three looked at each other, and saw the look of horror on their faces.

run!
The bodies of several people were about to move, when suddenly three blood lines flew from a distance, binding them like ropes, but this blood rope was unusual, while binding them, small blood blades flowed from their bodies It burst out and scattered outwards. It didn't kill people, but it also cut a lot of holes.

Zhang Feixuan was shaking the folding fan with one hand, and holding the precious pestle with the other. The blood line came from the precious pestle.

"Want to leave?" He smiled slightly: "Then I can't let you go!"

That is to say, when the blood line was bound, from the ground under their feet, a human figure rose from the ground, forming the appearance of Gao Sishu.

Holding two daggers in his hand, he stabbed straight at the throats of two of them.

At this moment, the eyes of the three disciples shone with light, each of them heaved their chests and abdomens, and opened their mouths to spray out an air arrow, piercing through Gao Sishu's brain, chest and abdomen in an instant.

"Do you really think we are little people who are slaughtered at will!"

One of the disciples grinned ferociously, and a trace of smoke scattered from his body, and he was about to escape.

The bondage of the bloodline seems to be domineering, but they are the disciples of the silent family, and they are superb in the use of smoke and escape, and they are all masters of elusiveness.

Is it true that they are in the market, just a title?
Bang!
But when the air arrow pierced Gao Sishu, a cloud of green mist erupted from that body. The appearance of the green mist made the three disciples look stagnant and subconsciously stopped breathing.

But the green mist was directly inhaled into the wounds on their bodies, shaking them all over, and the tense bodies began to visibly weaken.

"How could it not guard against you?"

A voice suddenly appeared behind one of them, and before he could even react, two daggers pierced his sky cap and heart at the same time, and the tip of the dagger protruded from the flesh, and with a violent stir, two holes were made out of it Come.

"I'm here too!!"

At the same time, a loud shout erupted from one side. Wang Qi was holding the handle of the ax with both hands, and jumped heavily into the air. The blade of the ax slashed heavily from top to bottom. The falling ax blade seemed to be occupied by a tiger's head. It roared and charged at one of the disciples, splitting it in half.

Boom!
As soon as he landed, he twisted his waist, swung the ax in a half circle, and chopped towards the neck of the remaining disciple.

laugh!
The extended blood line surged, and a bigger blood blade erupted from the man, splitting it into several pieces. After it was scattered, Wang Qizheng's ax arrived and chopped one of the pieces into two pieces.

"Don't rob, there are a lot of people here." Zhang Feixuan loosened the pestle, and the blood line disappeared.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, which was easy.

Sun Jiubei carried it in front, and they waited for the opportunity in the back.

If it's an ordinary one-on-one, it's definitely not that easy to defeat the enemy against this kind of 'famous family'.

But if you find the right opportunity, it's not impossible to kill with one blow.

The disciples of the Silent Voice Sect are not physically sanctified, but relatively weak in physique. They are good at speed like ghosts and ghosts and tricky methods, but they are not very afraid of Jinxianmen to deal with this.

Just keep people from running away.

Sun Jiubei attracted attention. Zhang Feixuan used the pestle to draw out the blood thread that binds people, and Gao Sishu used it as a bait to set up a trap. Poison traps are set up around, no matter how powerful the smoke escape is, people still have to leave, as long as they move, they will still be caught.

Although he dare not say that his poison can kill people of the same level, but it can be done to weaken them, and the next step is to harvest.

"The three of us are really strong!" Zhang Feixuan smiled triumphantly.

Three against three, they won!

No longer a weak little evil way.

"Hee hee, ha ha ha, fight, fight harder!"

Just when Zhang Feixuan was proud, there was a crazy laugh next to him. Bell was sitting on the lotus platform, with a few dolls flying around her, exuding a dark atmosphere, and her pupils were so flat that even the whites of her eyes disappeared. Lost.

In front of her, a group of blushing and thick-necked vocal and silent disciples were like puppets on strings, relying only on their physical bodies to resist the attacks of other disciples around them.

"Don't hit me, I didn't mean it, I can't control myself!"

"Straight mother thief! Do you dare to kill? I don't care!"

The group of people under control was only charged physically at first, but as the battle progressed, the people on the opposite side began to use spells, and two of them died, which made the other people under control feel ruthless.

In addition to being unable to escape, each hand was like a phantom, but it was ruthless.

Zhang Feixuan: "..."

The three of them tried their best to kill three of the same level, but the bell was controlled, and he could tell that one of them was of the sixth level.

Sure enough, there is still a difference
Rumble!
At this moment, the color of the sky turned blue, and the heavy pressure made several people look up to the sky.

The sky above the head suddenly formed a big face, its facial features were lifelike, and its mouth opened and closed with infinite anger.

As soon as the face that is enough to make the sky as far as the eye can see has completely turned into a 'blue sky' appears, it makes people feel that the air is heavy and oppressive.

The mortals in the city were even more frightened, trembling all over, kneeling down and prostrating, kowtowing again and again.

Yang Jun can be said to be extremely angry.

Strange white fire, strange magical powers, caught his real body when he couldn't react, and broke his physical body.

If it weren't for my supernatural powers, I'm afraid I can't get rid of the Dharma.

"When you see the blue sky, why don't you worship?!"

The giant face in the sky made a sound like thunder.

Qingtian Yan, his Dharma face.

(End of this chapter)