"Whoever commits the burial of the Flower Pavilion, die!"

The cold murderous aura accompanied by the Dao Dao Qing drink permeated the pavilion, and a line of Miao Man women dressed in black with veils stared intently at the white-haired old man in front of him whose clothes were torn but his aura was extremely powerful.

"The funeral flower pavilion is exhausted, and you are just a group of remnants of defeated soldiers, when the old man gets the holy weapon, he will personally send you and others to meet Amaterasu!"

The old man despised the women and said with a sneer.

In his opinion, even though this group of women is not bad, and they are the elite soldiers and capable generals personally ordered by the master of the Funeral Flower Pavilion, it may take a lot of time to deal with it, but it does not mean that it can't be done, but his purpose this time is to bury the holy weapon in the Flower Pavilion, and after a long time, it will not be good to attract the Lord of the Funeral Flower Pavilion!

It's just that he didn't know that the person he didn't want to attract the most was already stepping into the edge of Baiqiu Town at the moment, and he was rushing towards this side.

The old man's arrogant words shook the funeral maids, they themselves were the deadpools of the funeral flower pavilion, and it was impossible for them to annihilate their fighting spirit because of a word.

"Kill!"

A short blade appeared in the hands of the funeral flower maids, and they all attacked and killed the old man, and the speed was only between lightning and fire.

"Drink!"

The old man didn't dare to despise it, after all, these were Deadpools cultivated by the Lord of the Burial Flower Pavilion himself, and they were all terrified shadow assassins.

The momentum is like a rainbow, completely bursting out, the energy shield does not dare to relax for a moment, and maintains a state of maintenance throughout the whole process, a cold light is constantly waving in his hand, and from time to time there is a sound of iron colliding "Qiang Qiang" and the sparks that collide when they collide, at first glance, there are more than ten broken short blades on the ground.

Inside the pavilion, the remnants of the funeral maids were constantly disappearing, and it was obvious that their speed had exceeded the limit of what ordinary people's eyes could capture.

Unexpectedly, a short blade broke through the air and energy shield and shot directly into the old man's hand, and the long knife fell off with a clatter, falling directly to the ground.

Seeing that the opportunity is coming, the funeral maids will naturally not let it go, and they will stab the old man when they raise their short blades, and the latter will definitely not be without measures, since the long knife has fallen, then simply let go of their hands and fight!

The old man roared angrily, and before the funeral maid who tried to get close to him could react, she was slammed out by a powerful energy storm, and they were all seriously injured and fell to the ground.

"Wait! Die! ”

The old man appeared in front of a woman in an instant, and with a click, his snow-white neck was directly twisted off, and he died on the spot!

But the women are Deadpools, even if they see their own people being ruthlessly twisted and their necks broken, they still attack and kill as always, and there is no sign of fear at all.

As the saying goes, ants bite elephants to death, and both hands are hard to beat the fists, less than three breaths, the old man was given eyes by the phantom-like figure of the women, although he eliminated most of the funeral flower maids, but he himself was not much better, he was scarred, and the knife marks and cracked flesh and blood were all expressing his current disadvantages.

"The old man said it! The funeral flower pavilion is exhausted, even if you struggle again, it will be in vain! ”

The old man roared, he was completely enraged! If you let the time go to waste, let alone the holy weapon, it would be good to be able to escape before the Lord of the Burial Flower Pavilion returns.

Finding that the old man put on a desperate posture, the rest of the funeral flower maids gathered together, showing a defensive state, they did not attack again, they were not afraid of death, but at this time they had to choose defense, many useless attacks made them understand the horror and resilience of this old man, and now they can only delay time and wait until their own pavilion master comes back to fight with him!

"Who said that I have run out of gas in the Flower Mansion?"

A beautiful shadow brought up a sea of flowers from the gate and walked slowly, the huge sea of flowers appeared behind the woman, and the faint fragrance of flowers came to her nose, like the supreme messenger who controlled the power of flowers and plants in time, and the remaining funeral flower maids saw the woman, and knelt down on one knee and said respectfully: "I have seen the pavilion master!" ”

She is the belated Lord of the Funeral Flower Pavilion!

"Funeral Flower Pavilion Master?"

The old man's face showed a look of jealousy, and he squinted and said in a deep voice.

"You killed this?" The Lord of the Funeral Flower Pavilion saw the funeral flower maid who died tragically on the ground, his eyes condensed slightly, and he asked coldly.

An uncontrollable surge of anger was about to explode in her heart, but her expression remained indifferent.

You must know that this batch of funeral flower maids was cultivated by her own hands one by one, which can be described as the foundation power of the future of the funeral flower pavilion, but now more than half of them have been killed, and there are only a few dozen left, if you want to say that you are not angry, it is definitely fake!

"What if the old man did it?"

The old man stood proudly with his hands in his hands, and replied indifferently in his voice.

There's really nothing to be afraid of, so what if you admit it?

His eyes looked at the Burial Flower Pavilion Master whose body was trembling with disdain, and there was no tension at all.

It's just that he doesn't know the true strength and cultivation of the Burial Flower Pavilion Lord, if Tianhe Jiankui went to the swamp pond one step earlier and conveyed the battle between her and Zashiki Boy back to the family for him to see, I'm afraid that even if he borrowed ten dares now, he wouldn't dare to speak like this to the Burial Flower Pavilion Lord.

"Confessed.... That's good! ”

The Lord of the Funeral Flower Pavilion shouted, and the last three words were almost roared out with gritted teeth, and in an instant, a butterfly phantom appeared behind him, and the powerful Wei Ya swept on the spot, except for the remaining dozen or so funeral flower maids, all the living beings within a radius of one mile, that is, half of Baiqiu Town, were all suppressed on the ground by this sudden and powerful coercion, and they couldn't even stand up.

The old man who went on a killing spree in the Muto family was the first person to clearly feel this coercion except for the old man in the Burial Flower Pavilion, and he immediately sacrificed the Red Flame Long Knife without hesitation, but these were still in vain, in the face of absolute strength, everything was nothingness and foam, just holding on to a dozen or so breaths, he could no longer withstand the powerful pressure like a waterfall, and his knees slammed into the ground, and a fist-sized mark appeared on the ground.

However, although he only lasted for about ten breaths, he was also the first person to withstand the powerful pressure of the Funeral Flower Pavilion Lord for the longest time!

As for the old man in the funeral flower pavilion, at the moment when the coercion unfolded, the whole body was filled with the sound of bones breaking, and the bones in his body seemed to be twisted off by an invisible big hand and twisting a twist, and the whole process was painful!

"Ah!!h

"Bang!"

The Lord of the Funeral Flower Pavilion is not a cruel woman after all, after seeing the miserable appearance and terrible screams of the old man, he turned into a huge palm in the air, instantly smashed his head, and the white thing swayed to the ground, but this is also the most merciful way to die for the old man!

After doing all this, the Funeral Flower Pavilion Lord looked at the remnants of the Funeral Flower Maid and said, "Tianhe Clan, I don't want to see it again!" ”

All the women looked at each other, and nodded in unison: "Follow the will of the pavilion master!" ”