A group of thugs, armed with cold weapons, slashed and swarmed up—

The cold wind rose in the air, and the blackwood scepter was strong and powerful, triggering the wind tide, and the momentum was like a rainbow......

The first style of the Seven Kills Sword Technique, Plane Attack, Meteor Nine Swords, Nine Palaces and Six Sides, Six-Nine-Fifty-Four Directions, Three-dimensional Attack, Leaving No Dead Corners. The black wood scepter struck in the air, as fast as thunder, thunderbolt, and within ten seconds, it delivered fifty-four heavy blows, hitting the vital point.

Bang! Bang!

In just ten seconds, the thugs who first swarmed up pounced and fell to the ground crying wolf, with a blue nose and swollen face, and blood and tears soaring.

Pei Baohu and Wang Sanpao stood at the door of the hall, unable to bear to look at them directly.

"Three cannons, we really encountered stubble, and a thunderbolt pounced on a burst of blows, and more than thirty brothers were abolished in an instant. Tiger Master I have been crisscrossing Qili Mountain for 38 years, and I have experienced vicissitudes of life, I have seen a lot of knowledge, and I have seen it for the first time. ”

Wang Sanpao had a bitter pumpkin face, his brows were tightly locked, and he complained again and again: "This kid, I deliberately investigated, and I found out that he was born in the world of cultivation, and he accidentally abolished his martial arts and fell to this." I didn't expect that it was just waste wood in the cultivation world, and when I arrived at the Empty Valley Dojo, I was still able to fight like this. ”

"Look at this posture, our hundred or so brothers can't last more than five minutes...... The two of us had better plan ahead and get ready to slip through the back door. ”

"Let's go, you said that the two of us ran away, rightly mistaken, a little kid, beat us to the ground. If this is spread out, how can I Wang Sanpao have the face to face the villagers' fathers and elders...... "Wang Sanpao is difficult to accept.

Wang Sancang, who is nicknamed the thunder of the earth, Pei Baohu, who is known as a tiger down the mountain, and the leader of the famous bandits in ten miles and eight villages, are completely cold.

Pei Baohu's eyes were old and spicy, and he comforted: "The eldest husband can bend and stretch, and he will suffer a loss in front of him, and the future will be long." It's just a young and vigorous hairy boy with superb martial arts. Let's go find your eldest cousin Lin Zhenkai, he has a thousand iron horsemen under his hands, not to mention dealing with him a stunned young man, it is more than enough to deal with the martial king powerhouse in the Xiuzhen world. ”

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Band Attack - Seven Stars Looking at the Moon.

The cold wind is as light as a swallow, the steps are light, and the black wood scepter in his hand is like a spiritual snake, advancing and retreating, continuing to hit, clattering, a row of seven thugs, swept to the ground, covering their stomachs one by one, in pain.

After four or five rounds, the Tiger Head Gang, seventy-seven eighty-eight, fell seventy or eighty.

What is terrible is that although those who fell down, although they did not pass out, they were stunned and could not stand up, and at least their skin and flesh were opened, and at worst, they were injured and their bones were broken, and they lost their combat capability.

There were more than a hundred thugs, but in just three minutes, two-thirds were abolished.

The cold wind stood abruptly, and the black wood scepter in his hand trembled, and the black gloomy wood was covered with blood marks. One of his robes was also in the middle of the fight, tearing out a few cuts.

There was a bloody mouth on the back, oozing blood, but fortunately it was protected by silkworm clothes, but it was only a flesh wound, not a muscle or bones.

The remaining forty or fifty thugs circled around him, besieging but not attacking, all with panicked eyes and psychological horror.

This is the power of cultivation, the cultivators of the cultivation world, compared with the mortals of the Empty Valley Dojo, whether it is strength, speed, endurance, or reaction speed, they all have innate advantages.

The power of cultivation and the mortal world competed, but it was just a crushing.

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Pei Baohu was a little panicked, and muttered: "Brother Sancang, do you still want to continue to fight him...... The manpower I brought over is almost done, and the dozens of brothers in your hands are all fucking besieging and not attacking, and they are all about to collapse psychologically. ”

Wang Sanpao twisted his hand on his face, in the winter, the north wind was howling, his face was sweating profusely, and the sweat flowed down his head.

A sigh: "I'm really convinced, this kid is so fucking hard, more than a hundred brothers, I can't subdue him, I'm angry." ”

"The one who knows the times is Junjie, let's escape, let your brother rush up and trap him. If this kid is ruthless, he will definitely not let me go, and we all have to explain here. ”

Pei Baohu is well versed in the truth of killing people and destroying their mouths, and his legs tremble, intending to escape.

Wang Sanpao was a little reluctant, his face was painful, he had to bow his head under the captivity, it was still important to save his life, and he gave orders to forty or fifty brothers, and scolded loudly: "Haven't you fucking eaten enough, keep beating me, which one shrank behind and didn't dare to get on, Lao Tzu unloaded him with his own hands." ”

Hearing Wang Sanpao's roar, a group of people mustered up their courage and came to kill.

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Just now, after two minutes of stalemate, the cold wind calmed down, breathed a sigh of relief, and once again attracted the true power, and the qi and blood were like a tide.

The black wood scepter, clashing with the sword, rattling and crunching, one after another.

He can only attract half of his true power now, and the true power he can attract is close to exhaustion, and if he continues to consume it like this, it is very dangerous, and it is better to fight quickly.

The seventh style of the Seven Kills Sword Technique, one blow will kill - one anger to seal the sky!

The Kuroki Scepter was horizontally in front of him, introducing all his true power, eager to try, ready to attack, and in a moment, the scepter spun rapidly, and the wind under his feet rose in the air, and the true power was concentrated at the front of the scepter.

Jumped up seven or eight meters high, volleyed down, the momentum of the sky, unstoppable, and sealed the sky in anger.

With a blow of the heavy sword, the abdomen of a black-clothed thug in the front row of the middle row, fighting cattle across the mountain, the power of the strong wind ran across the stream, and the dozen thugs who followed closely behind suffered a blow in the air, bang bang, a series of sonic booms, and more than a dozen people all knocked down with a brush.

This is the realm of the martial spirit's strength to seal the sky, the seven killing sword techniques, and the cold wind, but the second realm.

In the huge courtyard, more than 100 thugs wailed and fell to the ground, unable to endure for a long time.

Han Feng stood in the middle of the courtyard, standing dignified, the black wooden scepter in his hand was stained with blood, his face was also stained with blood, his eyes were sharp, and his bloodthirstiness was as red as red.

Seeing Pei Baohu and Wang Sanpao, the two of them slipped away and fled through the back door without chasing them.

His true strength was exhausted, he could no longer fight, and he stood in the cold wind, ragged and tattered. On his forehead, blood mixed with sweat flowed down, soaking through his clothes and staining with blood.

This is the cruel world, no matter who you are, you need to work hard and try to be strong.

The strong are always strong, whether it is the Empty Valley Dojo or the cultivation world, it is the same, an eternal law.

The winner is the king, the loser is the coward, and the person who fights to the end, the one who is on the knife can have his own piece of the world.

Jiangshan - it is a real knife and a real gun, and the flesh and blood are fighting.

The cold wind made a brazen attack and swept through the Wang family's compound, which was just a small beginning. His goal will not be limited to the Ten Miles and Eight Villages, nor the Wind Realm, but the seventy-two mountains under the control of the Thousand Shogunate, and the entire Empty Valley Dojo.

Next, he has to deal with the challenge from the Thousand Shogunates, Wang Sanpao's cousin - Lin Zhenkai.

The head of the thousand households on the Megatron side will not give up.

To make a big deal and occupy the commanding heights of the Hollow Valley Dojo, the Thousand Shogunate of 30,000 Iron Horsemen will infiltrate sooner or later.

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"Sanqi, open the door, hurry up. The cold wind gasped and screamed.

There was a creak, and the two doors slowly opened.

Sanqi looked at the commotion in the courtyard, full of thugs who fell to the ground, bloodstained everywhere, knives, guns and sticks, scattered all over the ground.

Frightened: "My God, it's all dry, the sky is gone, and I'm so scared." ”

"You're afraid of hair, what's there to be afraid of in this kind of small scene. The cold wind said coldly: "Let's go, I was stabbed in the back, it hurts a little, go back and bandage it." ”

"Uh-huh, it's too bloody, let's hurry up. ”

Sanqi walked briskly, walked like flying, rushed forward along the road when he came, slowly soared when he came, and when he walked, it was like a different person.

Walking fifty meters, Xinyue was overjoyed to see the cold wind returning, and almost cried, excited: "Hanfeng boy, are you okay, I am so far away, I can hear it inside, and the fight is extremely tragic......

"It's okay, I have a little skin wound, but this robe is full of blood and I can't wear it. ”

Xinyue looked at the brand-new brocade black robe in her hand and said, "Childe, you better find a place to clean up your wounds first, and then put on this new robe." There's an old pharmacy in town that specializes in bruises, and I'll take you there. “

Han Feng took a deep breath: "Mm-hmm, okay, do you think my current image, walking on the streets of Datun Town, will it scare others......"

Unkempt, covered in blood, ragged, how can there be an image.

Xinyue smiled happily: "Let's keep a low profile and take a path over, your current appearance is too scary, a little bloody." “

"Bloody, how don't I feel ......"

Sanqi echoed: "A strong smell of blood, I also smell it." ”

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Xinyue and Sanqi, together with the cold wind, walked in the direction of Datun Town, in a vast snowfield.

The cold wind is like a tide, whistling endlessly!