Since the bald warrior decided to do it, he would not be frightened by Xiao Lin.

Warriors aren't so easily intimidated, unless you have the strength to crush them.

When the bald warrior arrived, he punched out and landed on Xiao Lin, directly spitting blood and flying out.

This is the strength of the Nine Rank Martial Artists!

The nine people of Xiaolin couldn't stop it at all.

The bald warrior shot ruthlessly, daring to hurt Xiaolin and them, but he would never kill the person who killed the Bianjing group in public.

It is a capital offense for a warrior to attack a member of the Special Operations Group.

But if you kill a member of the Bianjing Group, you will see the whole world, and the special operations teams in various places will put them on the must-kill list.

Just like Geng Bao at the beginning, special operations teams in various places will kill him when they encounter it.

Therefore, the bald warrior did not dare to do such a desperate.

He broke into the tomb door and wanted to go into the tomb to get something.

After the first person entered, the other warriors could no longer hold back.

The next moment, hundreds of figures poured out.

The warrior level was over seven or eight, and his speed soared, clearly ahead of ordinary warriors, and he broke into the wooden door to find what they wanted.

The scene was out of control, and more than 100 warriors rushed into the tomb gate by stepping on the bodies of Xiaolin and others.

These warriors are all deliberate.

Being able to trample the members of the Bianjing Group who are usually afraid under their feet is undoubtedly to satisfy the perverted pleasure in their hearts.

Xiao Lin curled up, although he looked embarrassed, it was the best way to protect himself.

Among the warriors who stepped on him, someone secretly stepped heavily and broke several of his ribs.

Xiao Lin's forehead was bruised, his eyes were bloodshot, he clenched his fists, held the cold knife in his hand, and was stunned.

The members of the Bianjing group are all hard bones.

This scene was seen by Ning Bei, who came from afar, and his deep eyes flashed with a cold and murderous aura.

Warriors are in rebellion, capital crimes!

Challenging the authority of the Bianjing Group in public is a capital offense!

Severely hitting Xiaolin and others is a capital crime!

Three major crimes, more than 300 warriors today, all must die.

Tang Jingyun secretly smacked his tongue: "Why are so many people!" ”

Hundreds of warriors are beyond the control of the members of the Bianjing Group.

The situation is in turmoil.

Ning Bei stepped on the flying leaves, jumped up, landed on the top of this low mountain, there was a stubborn stone, turned around and sat down, holding the Beiwang knife in his left hand, and his body was wrapped in a bronzed unicorn robe.

And he sat quietly on the top of the mountain.

In the mountains and forests, several warriors had just arrived and were about to rush into the tomb gate.

The three warriors happened to see that a person flew in the sky, sitting alone on the top of the low mountain, gathering a hundred meters on the ground, sitting quietly.

The three of them looked up, their pupils shrank like wheat, and they saw the cloak wrapped in Ning Bei, which had a pattern on it, which was extremely conspicuous.

Splendid unicorn.

The vivid pattern is like a unicorn king, with four hooves stepping on the clouds, and the tiger roars in the wild.

"Oh my God, the Qilin official robe, the king of Beiliang has arrived!"

"The king of the north is here in person!"

"These people still dare to openly attack the members of the Bianjing Group in front of him, and they can't find death!"

"Hurry up, hurry!"

……

The faces of the three warriors changed wildly, and they were frightened by the wind.

Ningbei just sat on the top of the mountain, which was invisibly shocking.

But Yuan Tianfeng dodged, landed beside the three of them, and said in a deep voice: "Since you are here, why rush to leave!" ”

The god-level coercion was released, instantly making the three of them unable to move, standing under the pine tree, their bodies trembling.

The forty-year-old man, the eldest of the three martial artists, looked at Yuan Tianfeng's black casual clothes, but the sleeves were covered with silver wire, and the hand-embroidered pattern was the Flying Fish Picture!

The silver silk flying fish picture must be the envoy of Kyoto Town.

The faces of these three warriors turned pale, but they didn't expect that the arrival of a Beiliang King today was not enough, and the big man who shocked the world was also here!

Huangfu Wushuang glanced away with a cold look, and said indifferently: "As a martial artist, make trouble in Bianshan, kill!" ”

Standing with his hands in his hands, he showed a cold and murderous aura.

Yuan Tianfeng put his hand on his waist, a black knife hilt, revealing infinite killing intent.

The older warrior looked at it, stunned, and the whole person knelt down instantly, trembling and said: "Golden Silk Flying Fish Suit, I don't know Taishan with eyes, and I don't know that the Lord is coming, please spare our lives!" ”

"Pacifier?!"

The other two warriors had white faces.

But all warriors, who doesn't know the world's five major commanders and three major pacification envoys.

Each one of them is a big man who stands up to the sky.

Who would have thought that the emperor Fu Wushuang, a great figure who lived in Kyoto on weekdays, would actually come to Bianshan.

The top of a low mountain.

Ning Bei's thin lips moved slightly: "The three of them are innocent, and the cold knife is not stained with the blood of the warrior!" ”

One sentence made the three of them feel like they were amnesty, knowing that the characters on the top of the mountain were even more terrifying.

Yuan Tianfeng's hand holding the handle of the knife quietly let go.

These three people are indeed innocent, it is a stroke of luck that they came one step late and did not enter the tomb gate.

Today, everyone who enters the tomb must die.

The next moment, there was a sound of angry fighting from inside the tomb door.

There were more than 30 resolute young people, armed with cool knives, out of the tomb, and when they came outside, they saw Xiaolin who had fallen to the ground, all of whom were still alive.

The captain at the head is a member of the Bianjing group.

He covered his abdomen and pierced the wound, blood continued to flow out along the gap between his fingers, and shouted angrily: "Take Xiaolin, all retreat!" ”

"Fifth brother, you can't withdraw, the warriors are in chaos, and you should fight to the death today!"

Xiao Lin got up with his knife and finished panting.

The fifth brother said in a low voice: "There are thirteen brothers in it, if you don't withdraw, everyone will have to die here today, and then the Bianjing Group will exist in name only, and I will also take you out alive, I will take responsibility for this matter, withdraw!" ”

Today's warriors are in turmoil, and there are too many of them.

More than 300 people poured in, and if they did not withdraw, they died.

If all the people of the Bianjing Group die here, these warriors will no longer be afraid, and they will not know how much trouble they will make.

The surviving members of the Bianjing group are all wounded, and most of them have deep wounds.

I saw that in the tomb, there were seven or eight social warriors, and they were chased out, and the bald warriors were wounded on their shoulders, and they were enraged.

He smiled fiercely: "You people in the Bianjing Group, aren't you quite arrogant on weekdays, if you all die today, there will be no one in the Bianjing Group!" ”

"Don't talk nonsense, kill this group of people, and hunt us down in the future!"

These seven or eight social warriors were all people who killed the Bianjing group in the tomb.

In their eyes, killing one is also killing, and killing two is also killing.

simply, do things absolutely today, kill everyone in Xiaolin, and then escape from Bianjing and hide.

Kobayashi and others were all seriously injured.

It's a kill!

Huangfu Wushuang's thin lips moved slightly: "In front of me, threatening to kill the people under my command, it seems that the martial artists in the world should be cleaned up again!" ”

"Who are you?"

The bald warrior was full of murderous energy, and when he saw that Huangfu Wushuang was a young boy, he didn't pay attention to it at all.

But the black-clothed young man in their eyes smiled lightly: "My surname is Huangfu, and my name is unique!" ”