Rise From The Doom

Liu Wei An turned around. Unlike the sneaky masked man, this skinny middle-aged man had a dispirited expression and seemed to have been frozen for thousands of years without a trace of warmth.

"You're the boss here?" The middle-aged man's voice was hoarse and low, as if coming from a coffin. It was extremely depressing.

"Who are you?" Liu Wei An's muscles tightened. He didn't know why, but the person in front of him gave him a horrifying feeling.

Ding!

When he saw the bamboo sword, the tip of the sword had already clashed with the carrying pole. A terrifying force came, and as if struck by lightning, Huang Guofu was knocked back three meters. His face turned pale, but in the end, he could not hold back anymore, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Everyone was overwhelmed with shock. The two experts were heavily injured without even making a move. Just what kind of background did this middle-aged man have?

"Halt!"

Yi Fengshu and Second Fool attacked the middle-aged man from both sides. Yi Fen's broadsword was like half a door. It was extremely sharp. Er Fen was a power-type Warrior. When a mace landed, he only had the strength of a thousand kilograms.

At almost the same time, the lynx, no, now it should be called Tiger of the Mountain, and it came from all directions. Liu Wei An raised the bow in his hand, thought for a while, and changed it to a platinum bow.

Bang, bang.

The bamboo sword tapped twice lightly, making it seem light. Yi Feng had spent all her energy but was unable to miss the tip of the sword. Erlang Shen, on the other hand, was looking forward to colliding with the tip of the sword. The result was —

Both of them retreated as if they had been electrocuted. Yi Feng was fine for a while but spat out blood. Second Fool's arms were broken and the mace was sent flying for more than ten meters.

Second Fool's eyes were wide open. He could not believe that these two bamboo swords, which were not even wide in width, possessed such terrifying power.

"Get lost!"

The elephant took a step forward and threw out a punch, similarly empty-handed. Yang Wugong's attack was focused on the target, like a bullet, while the elephant wanted the rock, destroying everything with lightning speed.

A fierce wind blew up on the ground, causing sand and rocks to fly, but it was unable to move the middle-aged man's clothes.

The middle-aged man responded to everything with the same calm and indifferent strike. He did not show any great momentum or resplendent light. He was able to clearly see every trajectory the bamboo sword had taken.

The fist and the bamboo sword clashed. Time seemed to stop at that moment, and in the next moment, the bamboo sword made a slight bend. It lasted a short time, and then it became taut again.

The elephant let out a painful howl. From the fist to the arm, his entire arm was broken. Like a stone shot by a catapult, he flew out more than 30 meters and heavily fell on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

The strength king and the metal man rushed forward, and even the middle-aged man's clothes were hit by them, and he was sent flying backwards. In the blink of an eye, he was thrown out at a speed even faster than when he arrived.

Bai Xiaodong, Che Zeng Kang, nine dragons … The speed at which he charged and the speed at which he retreated were the only ones who managed to persevere for a few more moves.

Sweat trickled down Liu Wei An's forehead and down his cheeks. He had never encountered such a situation before, when the middle-aged man was actually standing in front of him, but he couldn't lock onto him, or even aim at him. Naturally, he couldn't attack.

His eyes were opened to the limit, almost popping out of his sockets, but he still didn't dare to draw the bow.

Puff — -

Fu Jiang vomited blood as he retreated explosively.

Liu Wei An clenched his teeth. He must have been too nervous and his gums were bleeding. He tried to shoot out a few times, but in the end, he held himself back.

The archer and the sniper had the same sixth sense. He had a strong premonition that if he were to shoot this arrow, 100% of his shots would miss the target and not even his clothes.

"Chi ~ ~ ~"

The weapon made from the second generation material was split in half by the bamboo sword. The bamboo sword lightly slapped You Mengshu's shoulder. You Mengshu staggered back more than ten steps, leaving deep footprints on the ground. He gritted his teeth, and a trickle of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. He stayed in this position for about five to six minutes before he recovered.

There was nothing left to stop him. The middle-aged man did not hold anything back and stood in front of Liu Wei An. Liu Wei An had encountered the most terrifying thing he had ever done ever since he had chosen the Archer.

He couldn't lock onto the middle-aged man. If he could use his own people as an excuse to save some face for him, then the last piece of cloth he had was torn apart.

The coldness in Liu Wei An's heart was hard to describe. His target was right in front of him, but he was unable to shoot. With a distance of five meters, he could perfectly unleash the might of his bow, but —

He couldn't do it.

The strong feeling of powerlessness almost made Liu Wei An spit out blood.

The middle-aged man didn't have as much of an emotional expression as Qin Zhan. The bamboo sword stabbed at Liu Wei An casually. During this whole time, the middle-aged man's expression didn't change at all; it was very cold.

"Keep him under your sword!"

Two sword glows shot over from afar, blocking the bamboo sword in the blink of an eye. It turned out to be two slender swords. The middle-aged man flicked his wrist, and the bamboo sword turned into a wave, easily piercing through the two swords and stabbing towards Liu Wei An.

"You're the boss here?" The middle-aged man's voice was hoarse and low, as if coming from a coffin. It was extremely depressing.

"Who are you?" Liu Wei An's muscles tightened. He didn't know why, but the person in front of him gave him a horrifying feeling.

"Someone told me to kill you." The middle-aged man's footsteps were gentle and steady. Even though he was a few hundred meters away, with just a few steps, he was already right in front of them.

Yang Wuya was the closest to it. Without a word, he threw out a punch. The fist pierced through the air, creating circular ripples that spread out. However, the power on the fist was gathering at an astonishing speed.

Yang Wuya's strength was not as good as an elephant's, not even as good as a strength king's, but his fist's explosive force was extremely strong. With just a fraction of his strength, he could produce an explosive force. The distance of three meters was covered in the blink of an eye.

"Chi ~ ~ ~"

His fist had obviously hit the middle-aged man, and for some reason, it had turned into a sword tip. It was a bamboo arrow, yellow bamboo, cut at will, and smooth, showing his master's fondness for the bamboo sword.

The plain and ordinary sword of the bamboo sword tapped on his fist. Yang Wugou felt as if all his strength had been released in an instant, like a balloon that had been punctured by a needle.

Standing behind Yang Wugou, the crowd only saw him being blown away by the lightning. After landing, he vomited a mouthful of blood, his face was sallow and he could not even stand up.

Huang Guofu had a good relationship with Yang Wugou. He used a carrying pole to strike at the middle-aged man. The carrying pole was a staff type pole, but Huang Guofu used the power of the whip to use the carrying pole.

Ding!

When he saw the bamboo sword, the tip of the sword had already clashed with the carrying pole. A terrifying force came, and as if struck by lightning, Huang Guofu was knocked back three meters. His face turned pale, but in the end, he could not hold back anymore, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Everyone was overwhelmed with shock. The two experts were heavily injured without even making a move. Just what kind of background did this middle-aged man have?

"Halt!"

Yi Fengshu and Second Fool attacked the middle-aged man from both sides. Yi Fen's broadsword was like half a door. It was extremely sharp. Er Fen was a power-type Warrior. When a mace landed, he only had the strength of a thousand kilograms.

At almost the same time, the lynx, no, now it should be called Tiger of the Mountain, and it came from all directions. Liu Wei An raised the bow in his hand, thought for a while, and changed it to a platinum bow.

Bang, bang.

The bamboo sword tapped twice lightly, making it seem light. Yi Feng had spent all her energy but was unable to miss the tip of the sword. Erlang Shen, on the other hand, was looking forward to colliding with the tip of the sword. The result was —

Both of them retreated as if they had been electrocuted. Yi Feng was fine for a while but spat out blood. Second Fool's arms were broken and the mace was sent flying for more than ten meters.

Second Fool's eyes were wide open. He could not believe that these two bamboo swords, which were not even wide in width, possessed such terrifying power.

"Get lost!"

The elephant took a step forward and threw out a punch, similarly empty-handed. Yang Wugong's attack was focused on the target, like a bullet, while the elephant wanted the rock, destroying everything with lightning speed.

A fierce wind blew up on the ground, causing sand and rocks to fly, but it was unable to move the middle-aged man's clothes.

The middle-aged man responded to everything with the same calm and indifferent strike. He did not show any great momentum or resplendent light. He was able to clearly see every trajectory the bamboo sword had taken.

The fist and the bamboo sword clashed. Time seemed to stop at that moment, and in the next moment, the bamboo sword made a slight bend. It lasted a short time, and then it became taut again.

The elephant let out a painful howl and broke its entire arm from the fist,

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