Shen Qingyi had already taken precautions, and conjured a long sword in his hand, wanting to resist, but there was too late, before the sword was unsheathed, Wu Mi had already slapped Shen Qingmu away with one palm, stood in front of him, and grabbed her arm with his right hand.

"Ahh

Shen Qingyi was so frightened that her face was pale, and in the face of Wu Mi's claws, she was helpless, so she could only let out an exclamation and closed her eyes.

"Huh?"

After waiting for a while, but without waiting for Wu Mi's claws, there was a suffocating sound in front of him, Shen Qingyi opened his eyes with some doubts, looked forward, and couldn't help but open his mouth wide.

Wu Mi stood in front of him, his right hand was only half a foot away from him, and behind Wu Mi, there was a person standing, who was grabbing his neck with his hand from behind Wu Mi, making it impossible for Wu Mi to go any further.

That person was none other than Chen Dasheng.

The people present, including Liao Hong, who was still a little angry just now, let Wu Mi take the lead, were all shocked by this strange scene, Liao Hong even couldn't believe his eyes, everyone's eyes converged on Chen Dasheng's body, this young man, he actually caught Wu Mi, who was a martial saint, with his bare hands, and grabbed it in his hands like a chicken, not a dream.

The huge force coming from his neck made Wu Mi feel a little suffocated, although he turned around, his divine sense could see who was holding his neck.

Being lifted by the neck like a chicken, no matter who it is, will feel that its dignity has been violated, and Wu Mi feels even more unbearable.

"Bastard, fuck off!"

With a roar, Wu Mi blasted his backhand fist towards Chen Dasheng's chest, and this blow came out with hatred, and it was actually to directly put Chen Dasheng to death.

However, all in vain. The punch he threw failed to hit Chen Dasheng's body, but was caught by Chen Dasheng again.

"Drink!"

Chen Dasheng directly lifted Wu Mi up, and Liao Hong, who looked high, snorted softly, and slammed his hands hard.

"Huh!"

The sky was full of blood.

The little Taoist priests around were so frightened by the scene in front of them that they stumbled, crying for their fathers and mothers. Stepping back again and again, a pair of eyes trembled as if they had seen a demon god, full of fear, and the Shen family brothers and sisters were even more frightened.

In the realm of martial saints, Wu Mi, one of the notorious two saints of Mangshan, was actually torn apart alive, looking at the corpses on the ground, Liao Hong couldn't believe his eyes.

Wu Mi's strength. Liao Hong is very clear, although he is weaker than him, but it is not weak, no matter how bad it is, he is a martial saint, he died like this, or was easily torn alive, how strong should this young man be?

There was no blood splashed on his body, and Chen Dasheng clapped his hands. As if doing something so ordinary, he took out a photo of Chen Xiaoli and Nangong Mu. looked up at Liao Hong and said lightly, "Have you ever seen these two people?" ”

"Presumptuous!"

It was too arrogant, seeing that his junior brother was killed, and the murderer was still so arrogant, Liao Hong's face changed greatly. It was so gloomy that it seemed to be dripping ink, and in the face of the photo in Chen Dasheng's hand, he didn't even look at it, and directly stretched out his hand to flick it, where could the photo withstand Liao Hong's strength. It immediately dissolves to debris and falls in pieces.

Not only ruined the photo, Liao Hong made the first move, jumped down the stone steps in one step, suddenly attacked, violent, and blasted Chen Dasheng's chest with a punch.

"How daring!"

The photo was destroyed, Chen Dasheng's face instantly didn't look good, at this time Liao Hong still dared to do it to himself, Chen Dasheng had no reason not to be angry, and immediately smashed Liao Hong with a punch.

"Boom!"

The fists intersected, full of strength, Chen Dasheng's physical strength was enough to be as huge as an immortal, Liao Hong, a monk in the middle stage of the martial saint, that could withstand it, and there was no suspense that he flew back at a faster speed.

"Bang!"

Liao Hong's ugly body smashed on the plaque of the Double Holy Temple, the plaque was directly shattered, Liao Hong rolled to the ground, and then a carp stood upright, and his right arm hung on his shoulder like a noodle, obviously useless.

The severe pain made Liao Hong's face extremely tangled, looking even more ugly, his left hand flipped over, and a bird cage-like thing appeared in his hand, in shock, Liao Hong glanced at Chen Dasheng fiercely, and threw the cage directly to Chen Dasheng.

"Boom......"

The cage spun rapidly, straight to the top of Chen Dasheng's head, Chen Dasheng fixed his eyes, there were several steel knives under the cage, flashing with a cold glow.

"Drops of blood?"

Chen Dasheng was a little stunned, this thing was the same as the blood drops of the murderous weapon in Chinese legends, but the thing in the hands of the martial saint was obviously not a mortal thing, it must be a magic weapon.

Although the artist is bold, Chen Dasheng can despise the strength of the opponent, but he does not dare to despise the strength of the magic weapon, and he does not dare to slack off at the moment.

The blood droplet is a very vicious weapon, specially used to cut off people's heads, Chen Dasheng doesn't dare to use his head to make it up, if it is a mundane thing, it is good to say, this thing is a magic weapon refined by the martial saint, who knows how powerful the Dao is.

Whew!

The blood droplet seemed to have eyes, and the speed was extremely fast, Chen Dasheng kicked it into the air, and the blood droplet had already flown to the top of his head.

Whoosh!

The blood droplets were erected on the top of Chen Dasheng's head, spinning wildly, and between the knife edges of the cold mangsens, a whirlwind was formed, and a super suction force locked Chen Dasheng, Chen Dasheng felt as if he had been pulled by someone's head, and he slammed into the knife edge of the blood droplets, and the force was so great that he couldn't get out for a while.

"Humph!"

Chen Dasheng snorted coldly, too lazy to entangle with him, since he couldn't avoid him, he took it away, turned his mind into a big hand, wrapped and locked the blood droplets, and with a move of his heart, he directly put it into the Qiankun bracelet.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, he lost contact with his magic weapon, Liao Hong's heart was hit hard, and he directly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body and mind were seriously injured, and Liao Hong soon withered to the ground.

Liao Hong covered his injured right arm and looked at Chen Dasheng with a frightened expression, "Your Excellency, which master of the Shaoyang Sect is you?" Can I register my name? Although my brothers are notorious, they have no grievances with Donghua Mountain, why did they come to the door, hurt my people, and kill my junior brother. ”

Now Liao Hong, there is no longer the arrogance just now, some are just frightened, this person's strength is completely beyond his imagination, it is simply unprecedented, he was seriously injured between breaths, obviously has the strength to crush him, just heard Shen Qingmu report the past, Liao Hong took it for granted that Chen Dasheng was also a person from Donghua Mountain.

Fortunately, there are still photos of the old lady in the mobile phone, Chen Dasheng took out the mobile phone, called up the photo, walked in front of Liao Hong, leaned over and put the mobile phone screen in front of Liao Hong's eyes, "Have you seen this person in the past month?" ”

His eyes fell on the mobile phone screen, and Liao Hong didn't know if Lu Dao had taken a closer look, so he shook his head directly after only looking at it twice.

"I'll ask you again, have you ever seen this person?"

This is the only way to Shaoyang City, if the old sisters don't know the terrain and run up the mountain, they will definitely be fierce and auspicious, Chen Dasheng frowned, and his voice suddenly increased by a few decibels.

Liao Hong was startled by Chen Dasheng's suddenly increased voice, he had clearly felt the killing intent in Chen Dasheng's eyes, if he hesitated, Chen Dasheng would definitely kill him without hesitation.

Hurriedly and carefully looked at it, Liao Hong thought for a while, and then shook his head, "I really haven't seen it, in the past two months, my junior brother and I have been alchemy in Guanzhong, and we have never been out of Guanmen at all, besides, others will go around as soon as they hear the name of Mangshan, who will run up and send them to death!" ”

"You're pretty confident."

Chen Dasheng sneered, and when he heard Liao Hong say that he hadn't seen the old lady, he was not disappointed in his heart, and some were just happy, it seemed that the old sister had taken a detour, and it was good that they didn't meet these two old monsters.

In the face of the threat to his life, Liao Hong couldn't cry or laugh, what kind of mold god did he touch today, and a master came to him inexplicably, and he killed him if he didn't agree with him, these are all things they did before, and now it's really feng shui in turn, he can't even figure out what the other party wants to beat and kill him. (To be continued......)