Immortal Martial Lord

Chapter 118 Turning the tables
  Gu Fei blinked away, and the battle did not break out. Chu Tian's tense nerves relaxed instantly, making him feel exhausted. Only then did he realize that his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

Gu Fei gave him a really terrifying feeling, like a god or a demon, and he was decisive in killing. In just a short moment, he killed more than a dozen guards with thunderous momentum.

Looking at the mess in front of him, and the pungent blood rushing into his nose, Chu Tian's face was still extremely pale, and his heart could not be calm for a long time.

He had no doubt that Gu Fei had shown his determination to kill him just now. If Mr. Ning hadn't been present, he would have hated it.

If he was really killed by Gu Fei, then Chu Tian would have died unjustly.

The guards killed by Gu Fei were in extremely miserable condition, with all their muscles and bones broken, their flesh and blood turned into mud, and their bodies no longer human. These well-trained guards were nothing more than ants in front of Gu Fei.

"Who is this person? Why did you get into trouble with such a powerful person?" Mr. Na Ning waved his sleeves and put the chessboard suspended in front of him into his sleeves.

"His name is Gu Fei, and he is an ascetic cultivator. However, his identity should not be simple. Dongfang Long and Beitang Ao seem to be afraid of him, and they do not hesitate to use despicable means of poisoning to get rid of him." Chu Tian Without hiding anything, he told Mr. Na Ning the whole story.

"Dongfang family of Dong Qi and Beitang family of Nanyan, when did these two cultivating families get together? Strange! Who can make these two families afraid?" Feather fan shook slightly, this person listened to Chu Tian's story Mr. Ning couldn't help but frowned.

At this time, there was also a camp stationed on a section of the road leading to the Dragon Emperor City, about thirty miles away from the camp of the Rising Sun Caravan.

This camp is larger and has more people than the camp of the Rising Sun Caravan. However, at this time, the camp was brightly lit and noisy.

A group of men in black were confronting hundreds of guards in green at the front of the camp. The leaders were a tall and tall young man in black clothes and a fair-faced, beardless middle-aged man in black clothes.

Although the young man was handsome and his eyes were as cold as stars, there seemed to be nothing special about him. However, the middle-aged man in black gave people a very strange feeling, especially his eyes, which were extremely deep and transparent. It's cold.

"Stop talking nonsense and hand over that thing quickly, otherwise... hum!" The young man in black looked maliciously at the young man in white who was standing in front of hundreds of guards, and raised the corners of his mouth. A wicked smile.

This young man was the mysterious man who attacked Gu Fei twice.

"Beitang Ao, if you are wise, please retreat quickly. Offending our Ling family will not be of any benefit to your Beitang family!" Next to the handsome young man in white, stood an old servant in a green coat. It was this old servant who said these words.

"Li Zhong, your surname is not Ling. If you are willing to hand over the thing on your body, I may consider letting you live." The middle-aged man in black suddenly took a step forward and said impatiently to the The old servant said.

The middle-aged man in black was full of dangerous aura, and an extremely obscure power surged in his body. He was like a ferocious beast lurking in the jungle, ready to send out a fatal blow to the passing prey at any time. hit.

The middle-aged man's prey is undoubtedly the people from the Haotian Ling family ahead.

The handsome young master was none other than Ling Luoyan, who was disguised as a man, and the old servant in green clothes was the loyal uncle.

More than a hundred miles ahead of the ancient road was Dragon Emperor City, but Ling Luoyan and others never expected that their caravan would encounter people from the Beitang family outside Dragon Emperor City.

Seeing Beitang Ao's unscrupulous eyes wandering around her body, Ling Luoyan's face was livid and she held the sword at her waist. She wanted to rush forward and dig out Beitang Ao's eyes and feed them to the wild dogs.

This person is really hateful. As Ling Luoyan is the apple of the eye of the head of the Ling family, no one has ever dared to look at her with such naked eyes. The proud look in Beitang's eyes made her very disgusted.

"I don't know what you are talking about. I don't have what you want." Uncle Zhong's old words contained a kind of determination. He looked directly at the middle-aged man in black, with a rainbow-like aura on his body. , tit for tat with the powerful enemy in front of him. Although he is old, his fighting spirit is not old. As a warrior, Uncle Zhong showed a fearless spirit. Although the enemy is powerful, he will never hesitate when fighting.

"Don't you know? I think you are pretending to be crazy!" Beitang, a young man in black, looked at Uncle Zhong proudly and said coldly.

"Since you don't want to hand it over, I have to take it myself!" The middle-aged man said with a cold face and took a step forward, wanting to take action against Uncle Zhong.

"Clang!"

Hundreds of green-clothed guards immediately unsheathed their weapons and pointed forward. The green-clothed guards of the Haotian Caravan were well-trained and their movements were uniform. A tragic aura immediately filled the air.

Obviously, these guards are all real warriors who have seen blood on the battlefield and killed people. The evil auras of hundreds of people gathered together, and even a strong young man like Beitang Ao couldn't help but feel moved.

"No matter how many people there are, so what? In my eyes, they are just a group of ants!" The middle-aged man glanced at the hundreds of green-clothed guards in front of him jokingly, and said calmly. At the same time, a wave of waves was as majestic as the sea and as dignified as the mountain. Energy fluctuations spread from the middle-aged man's body.

He is not arrogant or arrogant. This middle-aged man definitely has the strength to defeat hundreds of Tsing Yi guards.

Uncle Zhong's face was ashen. He knew that tonight would probably be a disaster. This middle-aged man was definitely a rare master among the Beitang family, and he was no match for him.

The Beitang family is one of the best cultivating families in the Yan Kingdom. It has a long history. No one knows what kind of heritage this family has. All I know is that this family is definitely not simple. If it can be passed on without being lost in history, such a cultivating family must have something special about it.

"Uncle, why do you need to kill these people yourself? It's better for my nephew to get rid of these ants!" Beitang Ao said disdainfully. He didn't take the people of the Haotian Merchant Group seriously at all.

"Okay! Get the things over quickly, I don't want to have long nights and dreams!" The middle-aged man nodded and retreated. This place is not far from Dragon Emperor City. It would be bad if it attracts the attention of other experts.

"Huh! Suffer death!" Beitang Ao strode forward, stretched out his right hand, and said "Canopy!", green light burst out in his palm, and a large canopy of blue silk threads suddenly shot out from his palm, like countless threads. Like tentacles, it wrapped around the loyal uncle.

That is not a real silk thread, but an energy thread formed by condensation of energy. This is a magical power that Beitang Ao has mastered, an extremely powerful magical power. The cyan energy thread can cut all things.

"Xiaocui, Xiaoyue, protect the young master and retreat!" Uncle Zhong shouted in a deep voice, then took a step forward, vibrating the sword in his hand, "Buzz!" A sword cry like a dragon's roar sounded, and the brilliant sword light suddenly appeared. .

But he saw the dazzling sword light rising up like a silver dragon and rushing towards the entangled energy green threads. The unparalleled sword energy continued to shoot out, killing all the thousands of green threads.

Then, Uncle Zhong rose into the air, spun around in the air, and waved the long sword in his hand. The tip of the sword turned into dots of cold stars and fell from the sky, shrouding Beitang Ao below in the endless starlight, blocking all his escape routes. .

Uncle Zhong's sword moves are very magical.

"Hey!" A wicked smile appeared on Beitang Ao's face, "Reverse the situation!" He shouted softly, and as his hands moved, a strange wave of energy surged out from Beitang Ao's hands.

In an instant, Uncle Zhong felt a spinning sensation, as if the world was turned upside down. The next moment, a horrifying scene appeared in front of him.

The endless starlight sword energy he fired was actually reversed, and the cold stars formed on the tip of the sword seemed to penetrate the void, making a sharp sound of "chichi!" and shooting toward him. Uncle Zhong took this surprise seriously. No small matter.

(End of this chapter)