Immortal Martial Venerable

Seeing that his sword move was suddenly reversed by the opponent, Uncle Zhong was shocked at this moment even though he had experienced many battles and his mind was as firm as a rock.

"This young man from the Beitang family is actually a supernatural power?" Uncle Zhong was shocked, and he couldn't help but give birth to a trace of despair. Supernatural beings, irresistible! It is not that a warrior like him can contend with it.

However, in the end, he had so much experience in fighting against others, and when he realized that something was wrong, he immediately circulated his sword, transporting the sword like a shield, blocking him.

Sword Qi was vertical and horizontal, sneered, and it actually blocked the space in front of him so that water did not enter. The little bit of starlight sword aura that shot back, instantly collided with the sword and shield.

"Ding Ding Ding..." There was a burst of clear, dense, rain-like crashing sound, and a little bit of bright sparks spread out like brilliant fireworks, sprinkling stars.

Uncle Zhong blocked the endless starlight sword aura at the critical moment, but was also reversed and returned to the unparalleled sword aura, so he fell backward and lost his body shape. But it also resolved the crisis of being injured by his own sword.

The two played against each other for a short period of time, but it was thrilling to the observers, especially the unpredictable supernatural power displayed by Beitangao, which was able to reverse the opponent's attack, which was really terrifying.

Uncle Zhong was secretly frightened, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans on his forehead flowed down from his face, and the young man in front of him, with his supernatural powers, was already invincible.

"Protect the son to retreat!" Uncle Zhong made decisive and shouted to the guards. Ling Luoyan was a woman disguised as a man. Therefore, Uncle Zhong did not call Ling Luoyan a young lady, but a young man.

"Yes!" A dozen yellow-robed guards took the command immediately, leading hundreds of Tsing Yi guards, and scattered with a scream, guarding Ling Luoyan, Xiao Cui, and Xiaoyue, and then backing away.

Although the number of guards in the Ling family was large, they were not flustered and orderly. Each of them was an experienced warrior. In the secular world, these guards had the strength of third-rate martial arts, and it was not a problem to lift a heavy load.

Of course, the martial artists in the secular world have long lost the true inheritance of martial arts. Although there are thousands of martial arts practitioners, they are all methods of strengthening the body. Really successful martial artists have long since disappeared.

If these hundreds of third-rate warriors of the Ling family were released, they would be as low as thousands of troops, and their strength should not be underestimated. However, from the perspective of people in the cultivation world, the third-rate martial artists in the secular world are just a group of ants, and they can kill as many as they come.

"Want to go?" The middle-aged man who was watching the battle waved his hand. The dozens of people in black behind him immediately rushed out like a phantom. Swish...Qiqi forced the hundreds of Tsing Yi guards over. .

For dozens of people to hundreds of people, as in normal times, this is simply the most stupid thing about touching a rock with an egg, and it is tantamount to suicide.

But today, it was different. All of these dozens of black-clothed men were surging with a terrible evil spirit and a terrifying aura, which was simply a dozen murderers.

The aura exploded by more than a dozen people actually faintly overwhelmed the breath of hundreds of Tsing Yi guards, which is really incredible.

"Beitangyi, do you really want to kill them all?" Uncle Zhong stared at the black-clothed middle-aged man in a deep voice with the sword in front, his eyes sharp as a sword.

"I'll say it again, hand over that thing, otherwise, don't blame me for being cruel!" The middle-aged Beitang Yi said sensibly.

"I'll say it again, I don't even know what you are talking about!" Uncle Zhong saw that the matter was critical, but he still refused to say that it was handed over.

Because he knew that the owner of this thing was in Dragon Emperor City, and that person's background was greater than that of Beitang's family. If that person didn't see this thing, their Vast Sky Merchant Group would be in disaster.

"Ao'er, let's do it!" Beitangyi's deep eyes narrowed and ordered directly to Beitangao.

"Yes, uncle!" Bei Tang Ao showed a cruel smile, and then stepped forward, endless green silk emerged from his body, he was like a huge green cocoon, vomiting thousands of silk threads intertwined around him. .

"Go!" Beitang snorted proudly, the green silk transformed by thousands of energies suddenly rose into the sky, intertwined into a large net, and turned to the front of the hundreds of people in the Haotian Business Group as a hood.

These hundreds of Tsing Yi guards are the backbone of the Vast Sky Caravan. As long as these people are eliminated, the rest are ordinary workers. It doesn't matter whether they are killed or not.

The Dao Dao Qingsi that shot out also immediately besieged towards Uncle Zhong. After Uncle Zhong tried his best to resist several moves, the long sword in his hand was entangled by the Qingsi.

"Boom!" The long sword was smashed by the blue silk in an instant, turning into hundreds of pieces and spilling on the ground.

"Wow!" With a scream, blood appeared in the blue light, one arm flew up, and the hand of that arm was still holding a sword hilt.

A thin figure staggered away.

"You old man, take it to death!" The endless energy green silk rushed forward, seeing that hundreds of people were about to be served in one pot, Beitangao's wanton words fell in everyone's ears, but they were like a bolt from the blue.

With such supernatural powers, even with thousands of troops, it is not necessarily the opponent of this terrifying youth.

"Beitang proud!" Just when everyone was desperate, suddenly there was an earth-shattering shout from the back of the camp, rolling sound waves, like a galloping horse, the ears of hundreds of people suddenly buzzed, and the world was momentary. aphonia.

"Who!" Everyone was shocked, especially that Beitangyi's expression suddenly became extremely solemn, and Beitanghou's expression changed horribly.

"It's unreasonable that the evil star is not dead. This is a problem. Kill these people in front of you first!" Beitang was arrogant and shocked, and the big net of endless blue silk was still enveloped in the hundreds of Tsing Yi guards.

"It's him?" Ling Luoyan, who was guarded by hundreds of Tsing Yi guards in the center, was completely stunned when she heard this voice. Everything in the outside seemed to have nothing to do with her. The person she cared about appeared when she was in a hurry. .

But seeing the ancient road, a white shadow rushed straight from the back like wind and electricity, and people came so fast, leaving afterimages in the passing void, and they came close in an instant.

The vitality fluctuations, like mountains and mountains, came surging, and even the people of Beitang's family were all eclipsed. The dozens of people in black were forced to retreat again and again, and their stature was unstable.

"Damn it!" When the visitor saw the scene in front of him, he was furious and pushed forward directly with a palm, and the endless golden light swept forward like golden waves.

The big blue net of Beitang proud is about to fall on the heads of the hundreds of Tsing Yiwei at this time, but the endless blue silks are all broken and dissipated under this golden glow.

Beitang proudly was struck by lightning, and his figure was violently shaken. He kicked and retreated several steps, flushing violently on his face, and the blood in his chest and abdomen rolled sharply. His supernatural powers were broken, and he suffered a lot of shock.

The palm strength, like a raging golden sea wave, offsets each other with the thousands of blue silks.

"Huh!" A gust of wind blows, and the white figure has already arrived in front of Beitang Ao in an instant, and it blasts out with a direct punch. There is no glaring energy, no horrible vitality fluctuations, an ordinary punch.

However, with this seemingly ordinary punch, the space in front of the fist has ripples visible to the naked eye. This is pure strength, causing the space to oscillate.

Beitang was arrogant and terrified. He never expected that he was still in control of the lives and deaths of others, but now, he himself is in danger.