"Huh?" Seeing Ouyang Qianyu's face red and white, the whole person was stunned, and the brothers and sisters of Song Jingtian, Tang Qiu, and Xin Ye in the hall all looked at this Ouyang family's second-in-command in surprise.

"Sister Ouyang, what's wrong with you?" Song Jingtian hesitated a little, but still asked out loud.

However, Ouyang Qianyu didn't seem to hear it at all, ignoring Song Jingtian. Ouyang Qianyu seemed to be in extreme shock, as if he had lost his soul.

"Roar!" Just when everyone was in shock, Ouyang Qianyu suddenly let out a low roar, and stood up from the chair violently, and a strong force surged out from her, and the chair under her was immediately shattered, and sawdust flew.

The aura above the hall immediately dropped sharply, and everyone felt a chill hit their bodies, as if they were in the middle of ice and snow.

Everyone was taken aback by Ouyang Qianyu's sudden move.

Masters like Song Jingtian and Tang Qiu can still afford it, but Xin Ye and Zhang Jing, who are relatively weak, can't help but have a cold war all over their bodies. In the mouth, the mist exhaled from the nose.

"Brother Song, nephew Xin Yexian, it seems that our plan is about to change. Ouyang Qianyu's face was as cold as ice, and he gritted his teeth and said.

Ouyang Qianyu's body exuded a vast cold aura, not only that, but everyone felt a murderous aura. Obviously, Ouyang Qianyu had already murdered someone.

At the same time, under the same dark night, far away in Ouyang Villa in Changbai Mountain, the battle situation has reached a fever pitch, and all the masters on both sides have found their opponents and started a battle of life and death.

A black-clothed man with a giant mace in the Demon Gate is very eye-catching. But seeing him in the battle group, wielding the mace of hundreds of catties in his hand, rampage, invincible.

This black-clothed man was nine feet tall, like an iron tower, and his iron body and muscles were coiled. His clothes had been torn by the blades, and he was almost a bloody man at this moment, but it was not his own blood, but someone else's.

On the pitch-black skin exposed on the outside of the clothes, there is a faint glow of a layer of metallic luster, which is really like a blood Shura. His eyes shone with a fierce light, and the disciples of the Ouyang family were brandished by him one after another, blasting their heads and shattering their bodies, and died tragically.

The black man is simply a humanoid mixer, and the disciples of the Ouyang family are all ground by him when they meet him, and their flesh and blood fly everywhere. The scene was bloody to the extreme.

When this big black man confronted Leng Feng, he was intercepted.

Leng Feng, the most outstanding figure among the younger generation of the Ouyang family, is a master of the fifth order of ancient martial arts, and his combat power is amazing, and a long sword simply stopped the black man.

"You're looking for death!" the big black man's eyes widened angrily, roaring and waving his mace, smashing and sweeping towards Leng Feng, setting off a howling wind around him. Everywhere the mace went, everything was smashed to pieces.

Leng Feng was startled, dodging left and right, the strong wind brought by the mace, and the face was painful. Even in such a bad situation, he swung his sword and stabbed the black man in the arm.

However, the sharp tip of the sword couldn't penetrate the muscles of the black man, and it rebounded, and a strong force came from the top of the sword body, and the long sword almost came out of his hand.

Leng Feng secretly complained in his heart, no wonder this is not a good defense, just a fierce attack. The big guy was invulnerable, and the long sword stabbed at him as if it were on a piece of iron. The fists and feet slammed into the body of this big black man was like helping him scratch an itch, and he couldn't hurt him at all, but shook his hands and feet to soreness.

Leng Feng secretly thought about countermeasures while swimming. For all hard work, the cover door is generally the throat, lower vulva, navel, and eyes. Leng Feng dodged the bombardment of the black man on the one hand, and found the opportunity on the other hand, when the black man raised the mace again, Leng Feng took a sharp breath, and threw himself into the arms of the black man like lightning, and the long sword pierced the navel of the black man.

The black man brandished his oversized mace and frantically attacked Leng Feng, the most outstanding heir of the Ouyang family, and the black man didn't have to defend at all, which made Ling Leng Feng in danger.

One after another, the sword struck the black man's body, leaving only a faint white mark, making a "sonorous" sound, and it was difficult to hurt his muscles and bones at all.

The big black man's bare skin shimmered in the moonlight.

Facing the black man who was invulnerable and like a rampage heavy tank, Leng Feng could only take the risk, taking advantage of the moment when the black man was exposed, he slammed into the arms of the black man, and the long sword in his hand stabbed down towards the black man's navel like a match.

"Snort!", I saw that the long sword in Leng Feng's hand actually stabbed into the abdomen of the black man, and it was not half of the abdomen. Leng Feng couldn't help but be overjoyed, not noticing the slightest hint of a treacherous smile on the black man's face.

Just when Leng Feng thought that he had broken the black man's golden bell hood iron cloth shirt, the black man's right leg suddenly swept towards him, and the strong wind forced him to even breathe.

Leng Feng was taken aback, and the thoughts in his heart went wild, once the horizontal martial arts in the ancient martial arts world were broken, wouldn't they immediately disperse their martial arts, and they would become useless if they didn't die?

Leng Feng pulled out the long sword, wanting to dodge to avoid the fierce leg of the black man, but who knew that his hand sank, and the long sword was firmly sucked by the black man's navel, and he didn't move at all.

At this moment, the terrifying leg strength had already blasted like a mountain of seas, at this moment Leng Feng really felt the threat of death, he felt that death was coming towards him, and the huge death lock seemed to have wrapped around his neck!

"Ahh

"Bump!"

Leng Feng was unexpectedly swept in front of his chest by the black man's leg, as if he had been hit in the chest by a jack of giant hammers, Leng Feng shot out like a scarecrow to the right like a cannonball, and the blood in his mouth spurted outward.

"Boom!"

In the dust, a house three feet away was destroyed by Leng Feng, who was buried in the ground by rubble bricks falling from the sky, and his life and death were unknown.

"Hmph, nice young man, it's a pity that you've met my Black King Kong, and you're unlucky. The big black man looked at the collapsed house and said with a little regret. As he spoke, the long sword stuck in his navel suddenly shot out and landed several feet away.

After defeating Leng Feng, the black man raised his eyes and swept away, only to see a copper-faced woman more than ten zhang away confronting the three Supreme Elders of the Ouyang family.

Bursts of fierce murderous aura rushed to his face, and four vast and incomparable power fluctuations were stirring and undulating. All the broken tiles and rafters on the ground near them floated.

They are waiting for the best shot.

On the other side, three black sticks fought against four lancets, and the three black-clothed old men flew with long sticks and fought with the double knives in Ouyang Shuangjue's hands.

"Roar!"

The black man shouted violently, and the sound shook the audience, but he saw that he was holding a mace, rushing towards Ouyang Shuangjue like a tiger descending the mountain. With each step, the ground shuddered.

Still five zhang away, the black man was already on his feet, jumped up in the air, raised his mace in both hands, and blasted down towards Ouyang Shuangjue from the air like a god descending into the world. It's exciting