When they reached the top of the mountain behind the Murong family, Wang Yue and the others saw the black and oppressive warriors rushing towards them. These warriors were dressed in armor and held spears in their hands, and they were one level higher than the previous warriors overall.

These people are all masters of the Murong family, one thousand masters with the surname Murong and four thousand masters with foreign surnames, they are the core composition of the entire Murong family, almost everyone is related to Murong Qunxiong, comparable to the three thousand internal guards of the Nalan family.

Mixed among them were many top masters such as Bai Qiankun, Lin Zhenming, Chen Xuan, and the elders of the Murong family who were wearing high-grade armor.

About twenty people.

"What's the matter, there are so many masters, the Wudang faction and the Shaolin faction have consumed our two masters, and they were used as spears by Murong Qunxiong. Now there are only six of us left, and they still have so many masters, we will definitely have no strength when we hit Murong Qunxiong, how can we fight?"

Thinking that after defeating the Qingxu Zhenren and the Master of Compassion, there would be no one left, but when Young Master Qian saw that there were so many masters under Murong Qunxiong, he was immediately discouraged.

"Whatever you want. Wang Yue's face was expressionless, and he directly took out a grenade from his body and threw it over.

"............" Young Master Qian's eyes immediately widened.

Only a grenade was heard flying into the enemy line, and immediately a loud bang erupted. Before they could rush in front of Wang Yue, they were killed and injured.

These Murong Qunxiong's subordinates were all martial artists, and almost all of them had the ability to kick and fly grenades. But there were too many of them, and after Wang Yue threw the grenade at them, no matter where they kicked the grenade, they would injure their own people.

"Wang Yue is right, let's fight casually. ”

The drunkard crooked his mouth and smiled, took out a bag of explosives from his body, lit it and threw it over.

Suddenly, many martial artists were blown up on the opposite side.

"Rub, why do you have everything on you!?" Young Master Qian looked at the drunkard in surprise.

"We're here to fight today, so we must make some preparations. But this is just one explosive bag, and when you throw it out, it's gone. Why, you don't have any weapons?" asked the drunkard, taking a cigarette from his body and putting it in his mouth.

"Yes, too. Young Master Qian frowned, and with some reluctance, he took out a silver lotus flower and threw it into the crowd.

Suddenly, a silver lotus bloomed, and countless dense steel needles hit in all directions.

This was given to him by Tang Xiaomei for personal protection, and he was reluctant to use it, thinking that if he couldn't beat Murong Qunxiong for a while, he could release a Buddha Angry Lotus and escape. But there were too many people on the other side, so he had to use this weapon first.

There are few people and few people to play, and there are many people to play. Wang Yue and they came prepared, and these 5,000 people were still difficult for them.

When the black suppressed warrior was getting closer and closer to them, Yuwen Shenju stood behind Wang Yue and threw Da Ding out directly. His seven or eight hundred catties of Da Ding Cai was thrown into the center of the crowd, and a large number of martial artists were immediately smashed.

Then Yuwen Shenju quickly rushed into the center of the crowd, picked up the big tripod and swept it hard, and the seven or eight martial artists immediately let out a miserable scream and flew out.

"A bunch of small shrimps. Zhao Xi'er smiled disdainfully, and the petite figure disappeared in the air, and quickly appeared in the crowd. A pair of Emei thorns in his hand swung quickly, and a large number of warriors quickly fell to the ground.

Jade held a pistol and kept hitting a famous warrior. However, the worst of those martial artists were elite-level mid-level masters, and they were all able to dodge the Emerald bullets.

A shuttle of bullets didn't hit anyone, and Jade simply threw the pistol out. Seeing a warrior rushing towards her, she quickly ran forward and jumped forward, kicking the shield in the warrior's hand, kicking the warrior out with the shield.

"Wang Yue, take your life!"

Chen Xuanren shook his sword in the air and hurriedly pressed towards Wang Yue.

"Get out!"

Wang Yue took off the coiled dragon stick from his body and swung it directly at Chen Xuan's body, Chen Xuan's face was suddenly deformed in pain, and the whole person flew out fiercely.

When Chen Xuan was a god-level middle master, he was always punched away by Wang Yue. Now Wang Yue is already a god-level master, he is still an inferior master in the god-level intermediate realm, Wang Yue beats him like a child.

Like a tiger entering a flock, Wang Yue and the six of them kept rushing and killing in the crowd. Ordinary martial artists fly with a stick, and a god-level master is also beaten with a stick.

"There are too many people to fight. If I'm not mistaken, Murong Qunxiong should be hiding in the tomb of his ancestors. Let's rush straight into the graveyard, and the gods will come in a moment and let them clean up the battlefield. Jade, your strength can't compete with Murong Qun. If you fight against a master like Murong Qunxiong, you can't make more than three moves under him. You go first, and tell the Divine Group that we're going to fight Murong Qunxiong. Wang Yue said.

"Okay!" Jade knew that she couldn't beat Murong Qunxiong, and if she entered the tomb with Wang Yue and them, she would be caught by Murong Qunxiong and threaten them.

She nodded lightly and ran down the mountain in her neat military uniform, "Wang Yue, I'll send you here." ”

"En!" Wang Yue nodded, knocked a martial artist away with a stick, and walked straight towards the Murong family's tomb.

Murong Qunxiong's subordinates couldn't stop them at all, and Wang Yue's five people walked extremely fast, appearing more than ten meters away in the blink of an eye, and more than ten meters away in the blink of an eye. Not only could they not stop Wang Yue and the five of them, but they wasted a lot of their companions in vain when they stopped Wang Yue and the five of them.

"At least one of them will be injured!" Bai Qiankun, the head of the Bai family, said loudly, leading everyone to chase after them.

"Hurt us? You're not qualified enough. The drunkard picked up a flask and poured all the spicy liquor into his mouth, then turned around and spat out a huge fiery dragon.

In an instant, a strong smell of burnt and alcohol came from the mountain behind the Murong family, and all the warriors immediately waved their spears indiscriminately, knocking down many of their own people. Bai Qiankun quickly stepped back, swinging the sword in his hand continuously, slashing through the heat wave that swooped in.

When the fire dragon disappeared in the air, Bai Qiankun saw that Wang Yue and the others had already walked into the tomb.

With a bang, Wang Yue smashed the mechanism that closed the tomb with one punch. A huge gate quickly fell, slamming the tomb tightly.

I only heard the slight sound of spears hitting the stone door outside, and when Wang Yue and the others walked towards the depths of the tomb, the sound gradually disappeared.

In the entire Murong Villa, the most important thing is the cemetery of Murong Qunxiong's ancestors. The gate of the cemetery is a huge stone gate with a height of 10 meters and a thickness of 2 meters, which is difficult to open even with explosives.

Wang Yue directly closed the tomb and separated the warriors outside. But in this way, if they were defeated by Murong Qunxiong, they would not be able to escape.

This battle was Wang Yue's last battle to regain the leader of the martial arts alliance, and if he couldn't win it, he would die.

The tomb of the Murong family is magnificent, like an underground palace. Wang Yue and the five of them walked all the way to the main hall, and there were dim lanterns on both sides.

As they walked along with the wind, the flames of those ever-bright lights swayed in the wind.

Walking quickly, they soon entered the main palace of the tomb. I saw that in front of me was a four-sided hall, the four corners of the hall were four fierce stone statues, and in the middle was a tall stone seat.

Murong Qunxiong was wearing heavy armor covered in pitch black, holding a giant sword, and was sitting on a huge stone seat with his head bowed.

In front of him, there were six heavy coffins of golden silk nanmu.

One heavy coffin is placed alone, and five heavy coffins are placed side by side.

He slowly raised a pair of eyes, like a black hole, staring deeply at Wang Yue and the five people.

"............" Young Master Qian's face turned pale, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

Being watched deeply by Murong Qunxiong, the drunkard also gasped, took out a wine jug from his body and took a sip.

"Murong Qunxiong, will you surrender, or will you fight with us?" Wang Yue asked as he looked at Murong Qunxiong as he looked at him.

"When the old man hero was young, he took a white horse and rode it casually. One body fought three thousand miles, and one sword was once a million divisions. It's funny, I, Murong Qunxiong, how can I admit defeat?"

Murong Qunxiong stared at Wang Yue and the five of them with straight eyes, and his voice was like a night owl, and he slowly walked down from the stone seat.

"Okay, since you don't admit defeat, let's fight!" Wang Yue waved the dragon stick in his hand.

"Wang Yue, I, Murong Qunxiong, have specially prepared six high-grade coffins here, one is mine and five are yours. If you don't die, I die!"

Murong Qunxiong strode to a heavy coffin, put his foot on the heavy coffin lightly, and the heavy coffin suddenly pointed directly at Wang Yue and the others.