This time, Zhang Yang was really angry, and he made up his mind to destroy all the family sects of these bastards when he had the opportunity.

Since ancient times, there has been a disaster for the family, not to mention that the other party is not only involved in the Nanwu Society, but the entire Nanwulin, and those strange martial artists have nothing to do with Zhang Yang.

There are not a few warriors who died in the hands of Zhang Yang, but he never had the idea of killing all the warriors there because of where the other party came from.

Hundreds of thousands of martial artists in Southern Martial Arts, this bastard really thought that he could cover the sky with one hand!

galloped all the way, until he was about to enter the Nanwu Club area, Zhang Yang fell from the sky, glanced around, Zhang Yang slowly walked towards the headquarters of the Nanwu Society.

At the moment, although Nancheng is calm, Zhang Yang clearly feels the solemnity and tension in the air, and it seems that this guy has caused a lot of harm to Nancheng.

As for that guy's undisguised momentum, Zhang Yang found out as soon as he entered the Southern Province, and looking at the coercion that covered the sky in the distance, Zhang Yang sneered.

"Be arrogant in front of Lao Tzu, if you don't kill you to sacrifice the flag, you really think that Lao Tzu is muddy!"

Although he hasn't been able to enter the casting body these days, those dragon qi spirit crystals are not in vain, and his strength is at least one percent stronger than last time. Last time, it was easy for him to kill the strong people in the Dao, but now he is probably stronger than the peak of the Dao.

Coupled with the help of the small world, he is not afraid of the arrogant casting powerhouse.

Although the opponent is a mid-stage strength of the cast, Zhang Yang is confident that even if he can't kill him, he won't be easily defeated.

However, Zhang Yang was still a little aggrieved, even if he could stop it for a while, it was impossible for him to guard the Nanwu Society every day. Besides, if he really makes a move, he can't delay it for too long, if he attracts other people, it will be over, don't look at the East China Sea and Youzhou are quite far away, and it is just a stick of incense for the Condensing Divine Warrior.

Zhang Yang was thinking about how to kill that guy by surprise as he walked. Before he could enter the gate of the Nanwu Society, his face changed and he hurriedly disappeared in place.

Not long after Zhang Yang disappeared, the second master of Tianfu appeared in front of the gate of the Nanwu Society with his nephew. After stopping for a moment where Zhang Yang had disappeared, the old man's nose twitched slightly, and he looked around, with a hint of doubt on his face.

But soon the old man gave up tracking, after all, there are a lot of people who come to see the play today, and it is normal for a strong person to appear.

Just the old men who sensed it along the way just discovered several martial artists, but this person has some ability, and he can actually leave no trace in front of him. If it weren't for the fact that his energy fluctuated a little more when he just retreated, he really wouldn't have been able to discover the other party.

Thinking of this, the old man's face suddenly showed a hint of strangeness. Don't you be the flamboyant guy, right?

The more he thinks about it, the more sure he is, nine times out of ten it is that guy, otherwise ordinary people can't find themselves at all, and there is no need to hide from themselves.

Although he hadn't seen Zhang Yang, he knew that guy was not that simple. Otherwise, I wouldn't have done so many unexpected things.

"Second grandfather, what's wrong?"

The young man beside the old man stopped when he saw the old man. I couldn't help but ask.

"It's fine!"

The old man's mind spun for a moment. Not knowing what to think, he smiled and stepped into the headquarters of the Nanbu Society.

Waiting for the old man to leave, Zhang Yang's figure slowly appeared, with a little solemnity on his face, Zhang Yang smiled bitterly: "Another one, what's wrong with this world!" ”

That's how to say it. Zhang Yang still stomped his heels in, come on, it's a big deal that Lao Tzu turned him upside down.

……

"Publicity! Are you really not there? Then don't blame me for being ruthless! ”

Mo Wu's face showed a cold meaning, and he squinted at the large array composed of thousands of martial artists under the mountain. There was an indescribable contempt in his eyes.

Qin Tian's face was solemn, he looked up at the man on the top of the mountain, and met his contemptuous gaze, only to feel a chill in his heart.

Is what you're most worried about really going to happen? Zhang Yang has not returned, no one from the Zhenguan clan has come to help, Tianfu is watching from the wall, is the Nanwu Society really at the end of the road?

No!

Qin Tian roared angrily in his heart, the Southern Martial Arts would be his hard work, and he must not watch him go to ruin.

Even if he dies in battle, even if the last drop of blood is shed, as long as he is alive, the Nanwu Society will not be destroyed!

Glancing back, looking at this firm face that was either nervous or resentful, Qin Tianchang took a long breath, since everyone was not afraid of death, what else did he have to worry about after living a long time!

The Nanwu Society is known as a hundred thousand congregations, and now there are only a few thousand people left, Qin Tian's heart is indescribable.

After this battle, I am afraid that there will be no more names in the martial arts.

Mo Wu slowly descended from the top of the mountain, and glanced at Qin Tian with a smile, and the others were like nothing in his eyes.

"Qin Tian, are you afraid?"

Qin Tian snorted coldly, and shouted violently with the battle intent in his eyes: "Joke, you ask the sons and daughters present, are they afraid?" ”

"Don't be afraid! Unafraid! Unafraid! ”

The sound of the mountain shouting and the tsunami-like sound spread throughout the entire southern city, and the warriors in the dark were all suppressed.

What shocked them was not the force of the thousands of people of the Nanwu Society, nor the high voice, but the indomitable will!

"Why?"

Many people have such a thought in their hearts, the Nanwu Association has only been established for a few years, not to mention a plate of scattered sand, at most it is a group of rabble, how can there be such a will to fight to the death?

Mo Wu's eyes narrowed, looking at the reckless battle intent rising in the sky, his heart as hard as iron suddenly trembled.

There are three thousand people, among which there are only about a hundred people with Ming Jin, less than ten people with Hua Jin, and the strongest one is only Qin Tian, a half-saint, who can actually make him, a strong man who casts the body of Vajra, tremble.

Mo Wu suddenly admired Zhang Yang a little, but he was able to lay such a foundation in his first year, if he was given a few hundred years, I am afraid that it would be the rise of a force that was not inferior to the Yin Clan.

But don't you know that the better you behave, the stronger my determination to kill you?

Mo Wu thought secretly, with an infiltrating evil smile on his face, no matter how strong your fighting spirit is, no matter how firm your will is, you are just a group of ants.

Maybe a hundred years later, hundreds of years later, there will be a group of peerless powerhouses among these people, but is it possible to meet him now?

"Qin Tian, it's noon. Before the publicity arrives, don't blame the deity for killing! ”

Mo Wu smiled lightly, although it was one person facing three thousand people, but the momentum was better than the combined force of three thousand people.

However, he is a civilized man and a trustworthy man, and the deadline of three days has not yet arrived, although he has already moved to kill, but he still decides to let these people live a little longer.

Death is not terrible, but death while waiting can test a person's will.

Although the three thousand warriors left behind by the Southern Martial Arts Association were all determined to die, they were facing the earth-shaking coercion of Mowu at this moment. The cold and murderous aura made many people still look afraid.

Qin Tian gritted his teeth fiercely, furious in his heart, what a vicious guy, this guy was actually ready to crush their martial will in this way.

Looking back at the three thousand diehards with some concern. Will they be able to hold out?

These people have admirers of the Nanbu Society and have flamboyant admirers. There are righteous people who are righteous. But their strength is still too low after all.

However, people are swordsmen, I am fish and meat, they have no right to choose whether to fight or peace!

……

Zhang Yang had already come at the moment when Mo Wu came down the mountain, and when he heard the tsunami-like cry of the mountain, Zhang Yang's closed heart to outsiders seemed to have been torn open a crack.

Zhang Yang really wanted to rush out and kill Mo Wu on the spot at this moment, but reason still prevailed over emotion. He couldn't go out until he figured out what the old man belonged to and what the purpose of coming here was today.

Although he is self-confident, he is not arrogant. The two strong body casters are not something he can provoke. If you are not careful, you may fall here today.

He can not care alone, but there is a big family in the small world, and he can't do that without a 100% certainty of saving his life.

Zhang Yang was hidden in the dark like a poisonous snake that took the opportunity to move, Mo Wu threatened Qin Tian with words, but he didn't move, and Mo Wu didn't move when he wanted to destroy the will of those martial artists with killing intent and coercion.

If you don't move, you will kill!

Today's Zhang Yang is much calmer than before, he can't act recklessly, if he can't kill Mo Wu, even if he comes forward to stop it now, he won't let go of these warriors in the future.

Of course, Zhang Yang has another option, which is to include all these people in the small world.

But his small world is only a hundred acres in size, how to place these people, he lacks energy, if he can expand the small world tenfold, or even a hundred times, no matter how many people he dares to accept it.

Now is not the best time, Zhang Yang seemed to be comforting himself, his eyes slowly closed, and the determined and iron-blooded faces passed through his mind one by one.

You will live up to me, and I will live up to you!

Time passed in torment, and the three thousand irons of the Nanwu Society finally couldn't bear the fierce pressure and fell to the ground.

Even if someone fell to the ground, the large array of 3,000 people was still not chaotic, everyone was high-spirited, and everyone was unyielding.

What they lost was not their fighting spirit, they lost because of their lack of strength, and they lost because of lack of time!

Even Mo Wu couldn't help but exclaim: "Good man! ”

Although he is an enemy, a group of martial artists who are not even bright strength can support him for so long, Mo Wu is a strong man and a martial artist at the same time.

A warrior has the pride of a warrior, and Mo Wu has always been unruly, but today he has to admire these ants in his eyes.

Qin Tian blocked most of the coercion with his strength, his face was a little pale at the moment, and a little cold sweat oozed from his forehead. But each of them showed a look of pride on their faces, this is the Nanwu Society, this is the soul of their Nanwu Society, even the strong people who cast their bodies cannot break the mark left by their Nanwu Society.

Even if the Nanbu Society is destroyed today, ten years from now, a hundred years from now, or even a thousand years from now, there will still be people who will remember their Nanbu Society and inherit their indomitable will.

Resisting the coercion of the strong people with three thousand refining strengths, this is a legend in itself, although they are defeated, they are still glorious.

It was Mowu who made them, if all the people on the field did not die today, within ten years, I am afraid that a group of kings and even Hua Jin would emerge among these people.

Fall one down, pour another another, and finally fall in pieces.

No matter how strong the fighting spirit of refining strength is, only three thousand refining strength cannot resist the strong people of the casting body, even if there are hundreds of bright jin as the main body and digital strength as the vanguard, it is still impossible to be the opponent of the casting body.

Mo Wu had already closed his eyes, and he didn't look at the performance of those people, he already had killing intent in his heart.

No matter how strong they are, they are still enemies, he can appreciate them, he can praise them, but he will not raise tigers.

Zhang Yang's face was calm and scary. Even if all those martial artists who were refining strength fell, even if those bright energies were crumbling and couldn't support it, he still didn't show up.

This is just an experience, as long as they can survive this time, these people will have a bright future in the future, what an opportunity for a martial artist to let a strong body caster use coercion to oppress in this life.

Zhang Yang is waiting, the people of Tianfu are waiting, and the warriors who are secretly watching the drama are also waiting.

Noon is almost coming, will today's unexpected Nanwu Club be able to escape this catastrophe?

Some are ready to move, others are gloating. Without exception, these people all wanted to know if Zhang Yang would come? Will anyone from the Zhenguan clan come?

As the minutes ticked by, the dazzling light of the sun slowly changed from oblique to direct.

……

"Second grandfather, aren't you going to make a move?"

The young man who was about to watch the play was in a hurry, seeing that noon was approaching. The second grandfather closed his eyes and recuperated, and there was no movement at all.

For the Nanwu Society, these young warriors are also very important. In his heart, these are all people from Nanwulin. And Nan Wulin is the Nan Wulin of Tianfu in his thoughts.

These are all his subordinates in the future, and if his subordinates have the ability, he naturally doesn't want to watch them die.

The old man slowly opened his eyes, a glint flashed in his eyes, and looking at the young man's urgent appearance, the old man sighed lightly in his heart.

His nephew still has too little experience, and he has never suffered much since he was a child as a descendant of Tianfu. Although it has become extraordinary. But compared to those who have risen from the micro ends, it is not half a star worse.

Maybe his strength is not weak, he has the guidance of a strong person who concentrates on his spirit, and he has countless pills to build a foundation. The weapon exercises are all top-notch. can talk about experience and life experience, compared to those who have struggled in the martial arts for hundreds of years before rising.

Thinking of this old man, he couldn't help but think of Zhang Yang, that family background was not weaker than his nephew, and he was even younger than his nephew, but in his eyes, his nephew was probably not even comparable to the three thousand warriors on the field.

When others were thirty years old, they were already calling for wind and rain in the martial arts, cultivating power, and there were many battles, and the entire hidden clan was disrupted by him.

Those top powerhouses who don't know Zhang Yang's name, it's not because he is the descendant of the Zhenguan clan, but because Zhang Yang himself.

If his nephew goes out, the first thing that others think of is the heir of Tianfu, and then I am afraid that the power of Tianfu will probably notice him in the end.

And Zhang Yang is not only the heir of Zhenguan, in the eyes of others, he is first the king of blood slaughter, then the president of the Nanwu Association, and finally the descendant of Zhenguan, this is the gap. Today's Zhang Yang no one dares to underestimate him, although Zhang Yang is just the strength of the Dao, but whether it is casting or concentrating, who dares to think that he is an ordinary martial artist.

Although countless thoughts flashed through the old man's heart, he did not show them on his face at all.

There is only one Zhang Yang in the world, and there are a few people who can attract the wind and clouds like Zhang Yang for thousands of years, Zhang Yang is Zhang Yang, he does not represent the young generation of martial arts nor martial arts. He is who he is, a maverick, a legend that cannot be replicated.

Just as the old man was pondering, the young man was anxious and urged: "Second grandfather, Mo Wu is about to do something, you can help them." ”

The old man raised his eyebrows and scolded: "Impetuous! How can you be in charge of the heavenly mansion that has been inherited for thousands of years, the lord is not in a hurry, what are you anxious about! ”

The young man was stunned for a moment, the second grandfather had never reprimanded him, why was his tone so harsh today.

However, he didn't care about this, but heard the meaning of the second grandfather's words, and said with some hesitation: "Lord? You mean? ”

The old man nodded and did not answer positively, stroked his long beard and sighed: "You wait and see, it will not be so simple for that person to attract Yunxiao and Youyun to make a move, and today Mowu wants to slaughter Nanwu, I am afraid that he will have a hard time." ”

Although the young man was a little unconvinced, he did not refute the old man's words, but a trace of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

He has been known as the first person of the younger generation in Tianfu since he was a child, and naturally he is also the first person of the younger generation of Nanwulin. If grandpa doesn't stop him and lets him practice in the martial arts for a few years, maybe he can do better than Zhang Yang.

How could the old man not see the young man's thoughts, but the old man didn't strike him out loud.

No matter how good Zhang Yang is, he is also an outsider, but he is the next generation at the helm of Tianfu, since the death of his nephew, the hopes of himself and his eldest brother are all pinned on him.

If he could have gained some insight into this incident, this time out of the mountain would not be in vain.

Just when the old man was deep in thought, the tips of his ears suddenly moved slightly, and his eyes suddenly shot out a fine light, and he turned to look somewhere.

Mo Wu in the distance seemed to have sensed something, his closed eyes suddenly opened, and at the moment he opened his eyes, Mo Wu's body was full of momentum, except for Qin Tian, all the martial artists on the field were suppressed by the coercion of the heaven-shattering sky.

At this moment, everyone clearly realized that the other party was just teasing the children and sending them away.

Many people's eyes showed a color of despair, but Qin Tian was surprised, and he felt the change in Mo Wu more clearly, could it be that someone came to the rescue?

Mo Wu ignored these people, as long as he could kill that person, these people were just rootless duckweed, and he could destroy them if he wanted to.

"It's noon, Zhang Yang, aren't you coming out yet?"

As soon as Mo Wu's voice fell, everyone on the field suddenly exclaimed, is the president here?

And those strong people who were hidden in the dark let out a few exclamations, did Zhang Yang really come? You must know that Mo Wu is a strong man in the middle stage of casting, no matter how strong Zhang Yang is, he is just entering the Dao, does he think that he can go against the sky!

Everyone followed Mo Wu's line of sight intently to look at the empty void in the distance, whether they had seen a martial artist or not, they wanted to see if the guy who stirred up the bloody storm in the rivers and lakes dared to appear today. (To be continued......)