Chapter 7: Attacked
However, it didn't take long for a young man in black armor to appear on the avenue in front of the caravan at some point, exuding a cold and terrifying aura, like the death of the region. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
This sudden change suddenly broke the tense nerves of the caravan, which was originally an ordinary person, and the originally orderly convoy was suddenly like a stone thrown into a calm lake, and suddenly there was chaos, and fear enveloped everyone's hearts.
In the crowd, Mo Wuyan frowned slightly, the aura emanating from the black battle armor in front of him was not much worse than Lin Tianlang's, knowing that that person was standing here without fear, and he must have a back move.
"Oh no, bad luck is about to befall us, and we are going to die!"
"What to do? I don't want to die."
"I just hope that Lord Lili can defeat that terrible guy!"
Listening to the panicked sounds around him, Mo Wuyan sighed helplessly, the black-armored young man took the lead in discharging his own breath, intending to attack the heart, and it was obvious that the effect had worked.
Lin Tianlang's cold face did not have a trace of expression, as if the appearance of the black-armored youth had long been expected by him, and then a terrifying aura erupted to contend with it.
"Get out of the way!" Lin Tianlang's eyes were full of vigilance, and there was a hint of murderous intent, and he said coldly.
At this time, the panic of the caravan calmed down a lot because of Lin Tianlang's words, and they all turned their eyes to the tall figure sitting on the dragon horse.
"Lord Lin Tianlang!" The corners of the black-armored youth's mouth curled slightly. "A word of advice, don't wade into this troubled water, otherwise you won't even have a chance to regret it!"
Mo Wuyan's heart sank instead, the other party dared to appear even though he knew about Lin Tianlang's existence, and he was probably not afraid of him.
"Haha!!" Lin Tianlang suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and said. "I admit that you are very strong, but in my eyes it is far from enough."
The black-armored young man suddenly laughed and said, "You are indeed very powerful, but cultivation does not mean everything. Don't worry, I'll unscrew your head with my own hands! ā
"You'll never have that chance." Lin Tianlang stared at the black-armored monk tightly, his eyes as if he was looking at a dead man.
The team behind him was waiting for him, and Mo Wuyan seemed to find that they were one with Lin Tianlang's aura, like a group of people and a person, and he guessed that this should be cultivated after a long period of fighting.
"I heard that the thousand-strike array formed by Lord Lin Tianlang and the team is very powerful, and when I saw it today, it really deserved its name." The black-armored youth paused when he said this. "It's a pity"
At this moment, countless brilliant rays of light burst from the dense forests on both sides of the official road, and three of them were particularly terrifying, as if even the heavens and the earth could be split, and in an instant, the sun and the moon were gone, and the fierce murderous aura filled the entire sky.
"Bastard!"
Lin Tianlang's face changed suddenly, this was a well-designed game, with the black-armored youth attracting their attention, and the other masters lurking around the sides of the avenue waiting for the opportunity, waiting for the moment when he relaxed to strike together and launch a killing blow!
However, in the blink of an eye, a trace of an inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the terrifying giant sword on his back, which was a foot wide and two meters long, rose into the sky, turning into a silver light curtain and sweeping in all directions, and the whole person was like a god of war, domineering.
The giant sword was like a dragon, sweeping in all directions, crushing countless cold lights, and then the giant sword slashed towards the three sword lights, and the giant sword swept away and immediately caused a howl that pierced the air, which was extremely terrifying.
The giant sword collided with three sword lights, and the sword light shattered, turning into a little starlight and dissipating in the air, and the giant sword also trembled violently. The black-armored young man smiled slightly, as if he knew that his little trick was not to hide from the experienced Lin Tianlang in front of him, and after he stabilized, he said: "Lord Lin Tianlang is really experienced, and he knows that the small ones are just here to attract attention, but even if he knows, what can he do." ā
"Haha, what the old man said is right!"
With an arrogant laugh, the killers who attacked Lin Tianlang appeared one after another, led by three big men who were also dressed in black armor, and the rest were all painted with green iron armor, a total of more than 20 people.
Mo Wuyan was horrified to find that these twenty or so people were all cultivators, and although they were not as good as Lin Tianlang in terms of aura, they were indeed more than enough to deal with the entire caravan.
A bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, how could he just come out to mingle, and he met so many cultivators, and it was still such a worthless appearance?
He began to wonder in his heart what kind of thing it was, and how many people were moved by it.
Lin Tianlang looked at the appearance of this group of people, his heart felt as if he had fallen into the abyss, just now he had already felt that the people hidden in the Great Dao were not ordinary, but he never thought that they were all cultivators.
"Lord Lin Tianlang, I said I would unscrew your head with my own hands!" Then, the man called 'Lao Yu' waved his hand and said. "Fence them up for me, and let none of them go."
"Yes!"
More than twenty people in green armor responded with a bang and quickly dispersed, and with only more than twenty people, the convoy of hundreds of people was firmly surrounded.
Later, three black-armored men tacitly surrounded Lin Tianlang, forming horns with each other, attacking and retreating, and locking Lin Tianlang firmly.
A wave was full of killing aura, and a leaf that was about to sway and fall was instantly crushed into pieces by the invisible murderous aura, and was blown away in the air by the breeze blowing.
The charioteer's charioteer and the samurai in charge of the escort were already trembling with their legs, terrified and almost breathless, the coercion brought by the duel of cultivators was beyond the reach of these ordinary people.
Mo Wuyan's face was also pale, plus he had been slightly injured under Lin Tianlang's coercion before, his chest seemed to be pressed by a big stone, and his heartbeat was like beating a drum, thumping and sounding.
Enduring the discomfort in his chest, he quietly retreated into the crowd, carefully looked at the cultivators around him, and silently calculated the distance between each cultivator, he was unwilling to sit still, nor did he want to put his fate in the hands of others.
The biggest problem he was facing now was that he couldn't be sure how powerful these green-armored cultivators were, so he could only choose to endure and wait for the opportunity.
Mo Wuyan frowned, and turned his gaze to Lin Tianlang and the four black-armored cultivators who were confronting him, it was obvious that the final result of this duel would directly affect the fate of him and everyone in the caravan, but Lin Tianlang's current situation seemed to be a little bad, and it seemed that he could only rely on himself.
Lin Tianlang glanced at the four black-armored cultivators lightly, and finally stopped his gaze on the black-armored cultivator who appeared first, "Old Girl", and said in a deep voice: "I said, you will never have that opportunity. ā
The third black-armored monk shook his head with a smile and said, "Lord Lin Tianlang, it's all up to now, and it's still needless to be strong, it's really disappointing!" ā
Lin Tianlang suddenly laughed, but his smile was a little hideous and arrogant, and said, "Really? ā