A hint of shock flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, but then he turned fierce and ordered loudly:

"Strangling Demon God Style!"

Everyone quickly changed their formation, and the four people who had attacked before retreated to the rear, replaced with a new group of masters, and launched an attack on Yang Jing.

Snort!

This time, they all held a dagger in their hands, stabbing at the vital points above and below Yang Jing's body, and after one wave of attacks was completed, they quickly changed people and launched another wave of attacks.

All of a sudden, this killing array was as if it had turned into a tide, and Yang Jing struggled to resist wave after wave of attacks, but the other party was able to gradually add injuries to him.

Yang Jing wanted to fight back, but this big array immediately attacked the fierce people, so that he had no choice but to retreat and defend, and was trapped in the center of the big array.

The middle-aged man laughed wildly, looked crazy, and said:

"You're dead!"

At present, Yang Jing is already retreating.

After all, this is the killing array of the Xiaoyao Sect, and the power is extremely great, organically fusing the power of more than a dozen people together, producing a qualitative change, and bursting out with unimaginable power.

If Yang Jing fought alone with any of them, he was afraid that he would be able to defeat them within two or three moves, but in the face of this killing array, he was helpless.

As the battle continued, Yang Jing became more and more irritable, and if this continued, he would be defeated sooner or later.

The number one general under the command of the dignified Southern Emperor died in a group of masters of the Xiaoyao Sect, wouldn't it be too embarrassing for the Southern Emperor?

Thinking of this, Yang Jing's glasses suddenly turned blood-red, and a terrifying aura was released, and he roared angrily, looked at the middle-aged man, and pounced suddenly,

Ignoring the attacks of the other disciples behind him, all the attacks fell on the middle-aged man like a storm.

"Lao Tzu will kill you!"

Boom Boom Boom!

In the roar, Yang Jing threw thirty-six punches in a row in milliseconds, each punch hit the middle-aged man's body.

The middle-aged man originally wanted to block it, but Yang Jing's attack was too fierce, it was like a mad tiger, and such a sudden outburst, the other disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect,

was a little at a loss, he should have taken this opportunity to sneak attack behind Yang Jing, but he was frightened and didn't act in time.

Thereupon.

Rumble!

The middle-aged man exploded.

A big living person, under Yang Jing's fist, exploded with a hammer.

Blood splattered, minced flesh flew around.

The screams didn't have time to be heard.

Those fragments of the broken corpses splashed down on those disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect, and all the disciples immediately panicked and shouted in fear.

Yang Jing was like a demon god, laughing wildly, as soon as he turned around, he attacked these people, easily punched over, smashed his head, and kicked out,

The bones kicked by the person were shattered, and in a moment, these dozen disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect turned into dead corpses.

This battle, if it spreads, will definitely shock the entire martial arts world!

Even though the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect who came here had no combat experience, they were people from the Xiaoyao Sect after all, and the conditions they possessed were too terrifying, and that killing array alone was almost invincible.

Yang Jing was able to break through this killing array, it was a miracle, it was impossible to do it if he was not a hero who had really experienced a bloody battle.

But at this moment, an indifferent voice suddenly came from outside, and said coldly:

"The number one general under the command of the Southern Emperor, as expected, lives up to his reputation, and the strangulation demon god array of my Xiaoyao Sect was broken so easily. ”

Although this voice sounded praised, there was no trace of ups and downs, cold, as if there was no breath of a living person, which made people shudder.

Especially after Yang Jing killed everyone, the entire bar fell silent, and in the blood all over the ground, this voice appeared out of thin air, and it was suddenly even more terrifying.

Yang Jing's pupils shrank, and he was secretly shocked in his heart, thinking: "Who is this person? It must be the master of the Xiaoyao Sect, but just now I fought with the group of disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect, and this person didn't even appear from beginning to end.

There is no intention to support those people, it is simply cold-blooded.

And from beginning to end, I didn't even notice that someone was lurking around here, and his ability to sneak around was terrifying.

If he had made a sneak attack when I had a bloody battle with that group of Xiaoyao Sect disciples just now, I would ......"

Thinking of this, Yang Jing was even more shocked, without thinking about it at all, he could be sure that this person was definitely a top powerhouse!

It seems that his previous guess was correct, since Xiaoyao Sect was ready to make a move against the Southern Emperor, it was absolutely impossible to just send a few people.

However, Yang Jing is naturally not the kind of person who fears the strong, although the other party is strong, he will never back down, his eyes suddenly sharpened, he glanced around, and at the same time laughed loudly in his mouth:

"Could it be that the people of the Xiaoyao Sect are all hiding like this?

At this moment, an old man with a gloomy face slowly walked in outside the door, standing in front of Yang Jing, with his hands behind his back, and said lightly:

"I've never hidden, it's just that your strength is too weak to find me, and ants are ants after all. ”

Yang Jing stared at the old man, and in an instant, the cold hairs on his whole body stood on end, and he felt a very dangerous qi, and shouted with great vigilance:

"Who are you?"

The old man's voice said without the slightest fluctuation of emotion: "You are not qualified to know my identity, you just need to know that I am here to kill you today, it is enough." ”

When the old man spoke, it was as if a high god was indifferently pronouncing the life and death of mortals in the world, which was terrifying.

After Yang Jing was startled, he also calmed down, even if the Eight Great Venerables of Overseas stood in front of him, he didn't want to make him soften, not to mention this old man of the Xiaoyao Sect, and said coldly:

"If you want to kill me, it depends on whether you have the ability to do it. ”

The old man glanced at Yang Jing, "heh", and sneered, with contempt.

"Mole ants are always like this, they don't know how thick the sky is. After saying this, the old man gently stretched out his hand and pressed it towards Yang Jing's body.

Rumble!

A majestic true qi roared out and rushed to the top of Yang Jing's head, like a Mount Tai, and fell down with a bang.

Yang Jing was shocked, he didn't want to think about it, he raised his fist, and he threw a punch in the air, and with a bang, it collided with that layer of majestic and invisible true qi.

Rumble!

With a muffled sound, Yang Jing's body sank directly to the floor by a full thirty centimeters.

That true qi, although it was scattered by his punch, but on his fist, the flesh and blood were already broken, and the white bones could be faintly seen.

Yang Jing was shocked in his heart, and thought: "True Qi is separated from the body, there is still such a huge power, what extent has this old guy's realm reached?"

(End of chapter)