Xiao Fei and Mu Xiaodie had never heard of this swordsmanship called Tiangang Sword, it stands to reason that there is such a top-level swordsmanship in the world, there should be rumors in the rivers and lakes, and there should be records in the Eagle's Nest, but the two of them have never seen the relevant introduction in any classics.

Luo Yifei has seen it, that is the first time he and Tang Ning went to the owl villa, and when he was exploring the haunted house, he saw Tang Ning perform, the golden light was shining, and it was good-looking. But I didn't feel particularly powerful.

Zhou Yu and Jiang Tao were the first to follow Tang Ning, and they had seen Tang Ning show it more than once when he was facing the enemy, and they had an impression, but they didn't have a score in their hearts to what extent they were powerful. And I also know that this swordsmanship is not strictly speaking, it is not the in-door mastery of the Plum Blossom Sanshou Gate, it belongs to Tang Ning's aunt, that is, the personal private stunt of the demon fox Zhang Xiaohua back then. Whoever wants to learn must be approved by his aunt and mother-in-law, and so far, only Tang Ning has learned it. A truly unique swordsmanship.

In addition, I heard Tang Ning faintly mention that although he learned the Tiangang sword, he also inherited some troubles and enemies. These troubles are related to the enemy's family and aunt, and even more to Tiangang Sword. He didn't know what kind of grievances and grievances were there, but more than one person told him that when his strength was not strong enough, he should never show his sword in front of outsiders. Because once it is discovered that the Tiangang Sword has reappeared in the rivers and lakes, then there will be a steady stream of big troubles and enemies coming to the door.

Speaking of which, since Tang Ning left his hometown, the Tiangang Sword has been used the most, as if he would not have any other skills besides this. Listen to him speak in such a proud tone. Maybe it's not just self-confidence, but confidence.

Several people's hearts were temporarily put down, and at this time, whether they really believed it in their hearts or not, they could only believe him selectively.

Tang Ning fought against one person alone, and the rest of the people had a fighting spirit in their hearts. Strive to kill the enemy in the shortest possible time and then settle the battle. Whether it's a strategy or a sweep, you can't let him be in danger. I thought so in my heart, but no one said anything, and I held it in my heart.

With a wave of Tang Ning's hand, he gave a short and hurried order, "Action!"

Six people slid forward in the snow. The body was lying forward and lying on the snow, and the snow foam that was pushed up in front of him flew one after another, staining his head and face, and long slip marks flowed behind him. They all controlled the leakage of their own breath, and they didn't dare to be careless. Western thaumaturgists do not have the spiritual sense of Eastern thaumaturgists, but they can have spiritual sense, and can increase the sensitivity of their senses to more than ten or even dozens of times that of ordinary people. The higher the cultivation, the greater the range that can be sensed. Divine Thoughts are a great skill unique to Western grandmasters. Similar to the consciousness of the East. But in a way, it's more practical. Because after the divine mind is condensed, it can be directly fought physically. It is also known in the Western world as the summoning gods to come. Whichever god is believed, the image of that god is condensed by divine thoughts. For example, when the Pope casts his divine thoughts, he summons the image of an angel.

By the time they arrived at their intended attack position, they had basically turned into snowmen, and most of their bodies were covered in snow. It's a nice way to hide. Not to mention that it is night, even in broad daylight, it is not easy to be detected. The premise is to ignore the long sliding marks behind them.

Jiang Tao took off the grenades hanging on his chest, a total of four. With one in his mouth, he pinched two in his left hand, and his right index finger clasped the pull tab of the palm grenade. Get ready to throw. Zhou Yu also took off the grenade and held it in his hand, and was also ready for the second round of throwing.

Tang Ning's clear voice sounded in their minds, "Jiang Tao, pay attention, those birches on the west side, count the seventh grave, the fourteenth grave and the nineteenth grave from the left, and blow up those three graves for me as quickly as possible." ”

Jiang Taogong gathered his eyes, saw it, and at the same time faintly felt the rich dead qi condensed by the three graves. Jiang Tao couldn't do spiritual sense transmission, so he could only suppress his voice very low, like a mosquito buzzing, "If those three bastards are hiding in there, it's okay to explode, but I'm afraid it won't do much harm to the people hiding inside?"

Jiang Tao's worries are justified. At a rough glance, the burial mound covers an area of nearly three meters, which is larger than the surrounding mounds. The coal ash slag is piled up, and the thick coal ash slag freezes very strong and this cold day. Even if you use an iron pickaxe, you can't dig a big hole with a pickaxe, and it is the size of a bowl at most. This is still a lot of strength, but if the strength is small, the pickaxe will have to be shaken open.

"Hmph, produced by the Eagle's Nest, do you think it will be so simple, and the power can only be a little bit? Don't worry, I guarantee that the guy in your hand is better than the M67. ”

Jiang Tao grinned, smiled fiercely, licked his lips, slowly raised his upper body, and half-squatted on the ground.

Tang Ning said, "hit", Jiang Tao's waist exerted force, flicked his arm to draw an arc, and flew out of his palm with a swish. Immediately afterward, he was seen throwing all three remaining grenades with indescribable hand speed. The thunder throwing posture is standard, and the movement is extremely fast.

After Jiang Tao threw all the grenades, the interval between movements was almost a second, and Zhou Yu followed closely. He is also very skilled in throwing thunder. The same four grenades came out of their hands in succession.

Boom Boom Boom Boom ...... There was an earth-shattering bang, and the earth shook and trembled.

The flames of the explosion were dazzling in the night. The firelight was not red, but white, an extremely dazzling white light, so dazzling that the human eye could barely open it, like a flashbang.

At the same time, six black shadows burst out of the snow like arrows off the string. The battle intent was surging, and the killing intent was unprecedentedly strong, overwhelmingly covering and pressing down on the front.

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and they are fighting bravely in the present day!

Sixty meters is not close, but it is not far, in the eyes of the Qimen monks, this distance is only two or three breaths, which can be described as an instant. The smoke of gunpowder from the explosion has not dissipated, and the special smell of nitrate is pungent.

The grenade was much more powerful than expected, and the target site was completely blown into three large craters. Inside, there was a coffin that had been shattered, and the bones inside the coffin were shattered and scattered all around.

There were three black shadows staggering and just standing firm in the undispersed gunsmoke, their bodies were tattered, covered in blood, there were almost no good places, the muscles were turning over in some places, and the bones were exposed in some places, but the strange thing was that the blood flowing from these wounds gradually stopped, and the flesh was wriggling, slowly healing.

There was no expression or expression on the black shadow's bloody face, but his eyes were shocked and angry. The pupils are oily and deep. The Adam's apple trembles, and the mouth emits a rapid-sounding but rhythmic sound. There was a strange clatter around the cemetery, the rhythm became more and more rapid, gradually becoming irritable and chaotic, and the louder and louder voices became a single one, like a raging storm. It came from underground. Large clumps of rotting gray gas permeated from the graves and poured towards the three black shadows.

Dead gas is fundamentally different from corpse energy. Dead Qi can be said to be the source of the power of the Necromancer, using Dead Qi to communicate with Hell, and a large amount of Dead Qi can directly summon the Necromantic Knight from Hell. But corpse qi is different, although necromancers have been with dead corpses all year round, using the souls of dead corpses to build altars, practices, and cultivate, but they also hate corpse qi. Corpse gas is equivalent to a drug, and it is useful but also has very large side effects. For the time being, the injury appears to be fine, as intact as it is, but after the limited time has passed, the injury will recur and become more serious than before. Therefore, they used corpse qi to heal their wounds at this time, undoubtedly to quench their thirst by drinking a donkey, but they had no choice.

The attack came too suddenly, and I didn't even notice it beforehand, and I didn't expect the other party to use heat/weapons and bombs in a despicable way. Abominable Chinese, despicable Chinese. Aren't you afraid of losing the face of the cultivation world by using this kind of weapon?

No, this loss is too unjust, and you must take revenge!

The three of them came from the same small family in Western Europe that was proficient in black magic, and their ancestors used to be glorious, but since all the family elites fell to the Eastern Continent, this family that once occupied a prominent place in Western Europe began to decline. They have also been reduced to mercenaries who live by taking on missions. The assignments to China are well paid, and they are willing to come.

They firmly believe that in this land where the ancestors fought before returning to the arms of Erebos, the god of death and darkness, they must feel the breath of the ancestors, bring death and darkness to the Chinese, avenge the lost ancestors, and earn rich rewards. This mission was fantastic.

But the speed and difficulty of the Chinese secret service were beyond their imagination, and the mission goal of the trip was only halfway achieved, and four good players were already broken. The rest of the people were also wounded, and it would be difficult for them to flee for a while, while they were looking for a standby.

This cemetery was discovered by accident. For sorcerers who specialize in necromancy in black magic, the cemetery is their paradise. The corpse is their companion. Moreover, this cemetery is large, with hundreds of tombs, and the rich death qi can restore them to their best condition, and it is also conducive to hiding.

Unexpectedly, he struggled to break open the frozen hard and tamped grave bag, smashed the coffin, hid in it, and camouflaged the appearance. Less than two hours had passed, and the pursuers had arrived. And they were given a fiery meal. The original injury had just improved a little, and it was blown up and half-crippled.

After the explosion, they would face a frontal assault, which they also expected, so they had no choice but to use the corpse qi to heal their injuries by drinking water to quench their thirst.

It's a pity that the pursuers didn't give them a chance.

The blow was unprecedentedly violent, and the swift attack was a clear difference from the Secret Service agents encountered before.