The old man in white raised his eyes to look at the old man of the Wan family who suddenly appeared, suddenly bent down to salute, and then straightened up and silently walked towards the white van on the side of the street. He staggered and staggered under his feet, and looked extremely old.

A group of disciples standing next to him hurriedly gathered around to help him, but he pushed everyone away without saying a word, still staggering towards his van. At this time, his eyes became very clear, as if he had suddenly shaken off a heavy package that was pressed in his heart.

His disciples silently followed behind the old man in white, all with their heads lowered and looking dejected, and their faces were extremely ugly.

Until this time, none of his disciples had understood their master's feelings, and they couldn't understand their master's current relief.

Although their master has lost his superb martial arts, he has indeed put down a heavy package in his heart, the kind of self-esteem that he thinks is the best in kung fu, but he is afraid of being knocked to the ground at any time, why not weigh heavily on his heart over the years. Now, although his martial arts have been abolished, he has regained the peace of an ordinary person.

Just now, this group of disciples didn't hear clearly the words of the old head of Lingxiu Sect with a thick local accent in their nervousness, let alone the words of this old head and the old man who had just appeared on the field, secretly communicating with each other with deep internal skills.

Therefore, they didn't know what sect the old man who suddenly appeared and the pair of dashing and handsome people belonged to? It can be seen that the elders of the Lingxiu Sect are so old that they are very polite to them, and they have already guessed in their hearts that these other people must belong to a famous sect with a high reputation.

A few people understood that they had escaped by luck! If it weren't for his master bending down to ask for his life, I'm afraid that the hand holding the long sword would have been completely destroyed by the cold air.

The group boarded the white van in full view of everyone, and slowly drove to the side, gradually driving out of everyone's sight. These people are obviously on the road to return home, and they have no shame to participate in any martial arts conference.

The three Fuhumen disciples who were still standing on the field, at this time, saw that the long-haired old man who was still the backer had left with his disciples, and their eyes showed a look of frustration, and a few people looked at the long sticks scattered around them, and raised their feet and walked towards the jeep next to them.

The old man standing in front of the three members of the Wan clan felt the movements of the three disciples of Fuhumen, and a layer of frost suddenly appeared on his face that was originally smiling at Wan Lin and a few people, and he turned his head to look at a few people, a cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he said sharply: "You guys have finished spreading wild at the foot of Lingxiu Mountain, and now you want to leave like this?" ”

With the words, the old man suddenly turned around, his right arm stretched out to the waist of the disciple behind him like lightning, and a scimitar suddenly flew up from the disciple's waist from the sheath, and fell violently in the air with a cold light, just inserted into a stone crack in the bluestone slab in front of several people.

The long blade of the knife stood straight between the cracks in the stones, and the shiny blade dangled in front of several people, as if it was spraying a stream of cold air at them!

The three bald men of Fuhumen who were walking towards their cars just stopped when they heard the words coming from behind them, and then they saw a scimitar with a cold light falling into the air, and the faces of several people changed suddenly.

They turned around suddenly, and a violent look suddenly appeared in their originally somewhat frustrated eyes, and they raised their hands to point at the old man and opened their mouths, as if they were about to scold him.

"it, you also scold the old man? Grandpa makes your life worse than death! The old man's eyes were cold and piercing, and a thick murderous aura suddenly appeared on his wrinkled face!

At this moment, the door of the jeep that they were driving next to them was suddenly pushed open, and the tall man Liu stepped down from the car with a long stick on his face like ashes, and his eyes flashed with a look of despair. He glanced up at the scimitar that was still shaking on the bluestone slab, and took a difficult step forward with his long stick, bending down and pulling out the long scimitar.

He looked at the few apprentices in front of him with a miserable face, and said coldly: "Come on, if you want to get out of here alive, cut off your own hand, we are self-inflicted, and we can't complain about others!" ”

When he was fighting with Zhang Liang just now, he had already broken his arms and foot bones by Zhang Liang. At this time, he held the handle of the scimitar tightly with one hand, turned his head and looked at the old man not far away, and said, "If you are old and gracious, leave us a complete person to drive!" ”

As he spoke, he raised his scimitar violently and slashed at his arm that had just been broken by Zhang Liang! "Click" followed by the sound of a scimitar slashing on a limb, followed by the sound of a limb and a scimitar landing at the same time.

He held the long stick tightly in his arm to support his body and trembled violently, the upper and lower jaws bit "rattle", and beads of sweat the size of soybeans immediately came out of his salallow face.

He brought a total of four apprentices out this time, the kid who hurt people with the secret arrow had already been crushed by Zhang Liang's shoulder bone, and he was already lying in the car and couldn't move, and now only these three disciples were standing in front of him.

When his three apprentices saw the scene in front of them, their faces suddenly turned dead. One stepped forward, picked up the blood-beaded scimitar from his master's severed hand, raised it sharply and slashed at his other wrist, then threw away the scimitar and walked slowly to his master's side, the remaining hand clutching his severed arm.

As he threw away the scimitar, his companion next to him picked it up without hesitation, raised it and slashed at his wrist, followed by the scimitar and walked towards his master with his broken arm tightly clutched.

At this time, the last disciple had a dejected expression on his face, he stared closely at the three severed hands that fell in a pool of blood on the bluestone slab, followed by the clenching of the root of his teeth, picked up the scimitar and raised it high, slashing at his wrist fiercely!

By this time, the narrow mountain town had become unusually quiet, and some of the onlookers had silently turned away, and the thick smell of blood filled the narrow streets.

The ferocity of these Fuhumen people really surprised everyone present. This group of people cut off their arms, but none of them shouted, everyone's face became sallow, and beads of sweat the size of beans fell on the bluestone slabs, and the bright red blood stains spurting out of the broken arms had dyed the surrounding bluestone slabs red.

The old man's face was covered with a layer of frost, and he quietly watched the performance of several people, until the last kid from Fuhumen raised his scimitar, then he nodded slightly, and his right arm suddenly raised.

A sharp cold wind suddenly came out from his fingers, and the kid who was holding a scimitar four or five meters away and slashing at his wrist screamed, and the scimitar in his hand suddenly flew out of his hand!