Immortal Martial Venerable

"Roar!" The dozen or so Beitang masters, led by Beitangao, roared towards the Haotian caravan. These dozens of people have sharp and terrifying eyes, without a trace of emotion, their feet are steady, and they move quickly. They are definitely a dozen killing machines.

"Protect the son, kill!" The twelve yellow-robed guards of the Haotian caravan shouted at the same time, and greeted the Beitang family master who had rushed forward.

"Kill!" Hundreds of Tsing Yi guards shouted in unison, the momentum was like a rainbow, the weapons were hidden, the cold light flashed on the ancient road, and a tragic Xiao killing aura immediately filled every inch of space on the ancient road.

The Tsing Yi guards of the Haotian Caravan know the identity of Ling Luoyan. Although Ling Luoyan is a woman, she disguised herself as a man. In front of outsiders, everyone called her a son, no one called her a lady.

In addition to the guards rushing forward as they saw death as home, dozens of other guards were protecting Ling Luoyan from retreating. The workers had already scattered and fled.

"Canopy!" Like dozens of whirlwinds, the dozens of black-clothed masters from the Beitang clan directly slammed into the group of guards, blood suddenly appeared, the broken weapon flew up, and the people flew up. . Like a broken sack, being thrown away by violent power, people are already killed in the air.

A slaughter broke out under the moonlit night above the ancient road.

"Unbearable!" Beitang is proud as a black sword. Among hundreds of guards directly, there is a strange energy fluctuation on his body. All the weapons that are smashed at him are inexplicably intact. Unmoving was turned back and cut to the body of the guards who shot at him.

Beitang Ao didn't bother to pay attention to these guards, with his hands behind him, and quickly passed directly through the hundreds of guards, wherever he passed, the guards beside him were all to the end.

He didn't take action at the guards. Those guards died under their own swords. Such unpredictable magical powers shocked the guards.

But no one flinched because of Beitangao's unpredictable supernatural powers. A group of Tsing Yi guards still rushed towards Beitangao fiercely.

"Hand over that thing, I will leave you with a whole corpse!" Beitang Ao swept away what was so embarrassed by Gu Fei just now, and followed Ling Luoyan and the others with a powerful stride.

The guards who rushed to Beitang Ao, whose weapons could not even be touched by Bei Tang Ao's clothes, died inexplicably under their own weapons.

All the way to Ling Luoyan who was retreating panicked, there was the sound of his body falling to the ground constantly. The blood stained the bluestone on the ancient road, and then leaked from the gap to the road.

The Tsing Yi guards of the Haotian Caravan, and the masters trained by the Beitang family, are simply not at the same level. The shouts of killing are earth-shaking. The screams of the Tsing Yi guards at the moment before they die are piercing and piercing. Sprinkle, the ancient road immediately turned into a **** on earth.

"Beitang proud..." Uncle Zhong saw that the guard he had trained with one hand was almost dead and injured in an instant, he couldn't help but crack his fingers, "Wow!" he spouted a mouthful of blood.

"Hey!" Beitang arrogantly smiled at Ling Luoyan, Uncle Zhong and the others. He seemed to have formed a black hole around him, making it impossible to feel any of his breath. He...as if he didn't exist.

A yellow-clothed guard led his feet on the ground, leaped up, and his sword turned into a bright streamer and slashed towards Beitang Ao.

"Go to hell!" The yellow-clothed guard commander yelled, King Kong glared with a determined face, knowing that this monster-like guy would reverse his moves, but he still shot.

"Huh!" Beitang sneered with disdain, and continued to move forward like a stroll in the courtyard.

Sure enough, before the brilliant sword light had pierced Zhong Beitang proud, the yellow-clothed guard leader felt his wrist shook violently, and then, the sharp sword light he had cut out was reversed in his horrified gaze. And back, slashed to himself.

The exact same moves, the same fierceness, the same forward, "Puff!" A **** mist burst out in the air, and two corpses fell from the air.

The leader of the yellow guard was cut in half by his own sword.

Seeing this scene, Ling Luoyan, Xiao Cui, and Xiaoyue two servants, their faces pale in fright, and the **** scene made them feel bored and have an urge to vomit.

"Master, I have no time to play with you." Bei Tangao showed a wicked smile on his face, and then grabbed the seriously injured Uncle Zhong with his right hand, completely ignoring the twenty or thirty guards who protected Ling Luoyan.

There were dozens of Tsing Yi guards who protected Ling Luoyan, Uncle Zhong and others from retreating. At this time, there were only 20 or 30 people left, and even their leader died tragically.

However, I have to say that the Tsing Yiwei of the Vast Sky Caravan is extremely loyal to Ling Luoyan. Even in the face of a terrible enemy like Beitangao who knows to be invincible, they still show no signs of disintegration, and no one dares to arbitrarily. get away.

Thousands of cyan energy threads shot out from Beitang's proud right hand like a silk, and entangled toward Uncle Zhong who was guarded by a group of guards.

"Chichichichi..." The extremely thin energy blue silk rushed through the void, making a slight sound of breaking through the air, and everyone's expressions changed horribly, and they felt desperate.

Even Uncle Zhong's arm was chopped off by this weird blue thread! This ghost can even cut weapons. If a person is entangled, wouldn't it be dead without a dead body?

Just when Ling Luoyan and others thought it was inevitable to die, a small purple shadow suddenly shot out from the dense forest next to the ancient road.

Then the purple shadow came so fast, when the energy blue silk robbed of the pride of Beitang fell to everyone, it rushed into the guards in an instant.

With a sound of "Gee!", everyone felt a flash of purple shadow in front of them, and the clothes on Uncle Zhong's chest cracked open, revealing the clothes next to him.

"Not good!" Uncle Zhong's thought moved, five fingers with his left hand, and he immediately grabbed the purple shadow on his chest. Although he broke his arm, he responded quickly, but it was also extremely quick.

However, the purple shadow had already supported Uncle Zhong's chest with both claws and flew out. At this time, everyone saw clearly that this fast-moving little thing was actually a cute little purple mink the size of a fist.

This little mink is different from ordinary sables. It is much smaller than ordinary sables. It has a pair of big ruby-like eyes and reveals incomparable spirituality. On the forehead, there is a deep purple vertical line, like a closed eye.

"Three...three-eyed divine!" Beitang Ao couldn't help but moved when he saw this little beast. What shocked him most was that on the two claws of this little beast, he was holding a small box.

This is a brocade box, three fingers wide, less than half a foot long, covered with magic charms, and the spiritual power flows, seeming to emit a misty light. Obviously, this is a box sealed by a charm.

The little beast is holding this box, very funny, like a child carrying a big stick, very awkward.

The little beast holding the box slowed down obviously, but it was still extremely fast, like a purple shadow leaping quickly among the crowd, trying to plunge into the dense forest beside the ancient road.

"Hurry up and grab that sable!" At this moment, Beitangao can still care about Ling Luoyan and others? He waved his right hand, and Qianqianqingsi immediately changed direction, and shrouded in the three-eyed sable.

After hearing Beitang's proud shout, the dozen or so men in black also rushed towards the little beast. They only have one purpose, and that is the brocade box held by the little beast claw!