Seeing that Qin Nanming was just a young man, the two of them felt disappointed in their hearts, and their speed increased and they continued to flee.

However, the two of them had already been seriously injured, how could they run past the pursuers behind them, and saw that the distance was gradually narrowed by the three people behind.

"Young Master Fang, you run first, I'll drag them down!"

The strong man stopped, turned around and said, ready to sacrifice his life for righteousness.

Fang Mu followed but stopped.

"What are you doing, don't hesitate, hurry up and let me go!" The strong man suddenly said angrily.

"Brother He, with your strength, how long can you hold them back? How far can I run in this time? It's better to fight to the death! Fang Mu shook his head.

The strong man's face suddenly turned suffocated.

As he spoke, the three people behind him had already caught up, discussed a few words with each other, and then rushed forward.

Qin Nanming's brows furrowed slightly, and his divine sense sensed that the three of them were actually talking in their voices.

At this time, among the three people, two of them attacked Fang Mu and the strong man, and the remaining one actually came quickly towards Qin Nanming's side.

This person was dressed in a plain robe, holding a moon-shaped scimitar, the cold light was shining, without the slightest verbosity, close to Qin Nanming, he jumped up, raised the scimitar in his hand, and slashed towards Qin Nanming.

Qin Nanming's face was slightly cold, he had only encountered all kinds of oppression in that strange place not long ago, which was full of the power of former cultivators and extraordinary treasures, which made Qin Nanming very aggrieved.

Now, this kind of garbage, actually trying to kill him, it's ridiculous.

Qin Nanming reached out and grabbed this person's neck effortlessly, his eyes were cold.

"Warrior of hot summer, damnable!"

The man scolded in a raised voice.

"Click!"

Qin Nanming didn't bother to talk nonsense, and with a slight force in his palm, he directly pinched off the person's neck, and then threw the body aside.

"Bang! Bang! ”

At this time, Fang Mu and the strong man were fighting with the other two voice-raising martial artists, they were naturally no match, and countless wounds had been cut by the scimitar on their bodies, and they were drenched in blood.

Finally, the two voice-raising warriors looked at Qin Nanming's side again, and their faces froze.

"Damn!"

"Damn boy!"

The two voice-raising warriors were furious, and they didn't bother with Fang Mu and the strong man, who were already injured, and held a moon-shaped scimitar in their hands, slashing towards Qin Nanming.

"Bang!"

Qin Nanming flicked his fingers, and a strong wind swept out, and suddenly hit the two of them like a cannonball, leaving a hole the size of a fist, and his body fell straight down.

Fang Mu and the old man were already stunned, and in the blink of an eye, the three voice-raising martial artists who were not weak were actually dead.

"Qin Nanming!"

When the two approached, Fang Mu suddenly shouted out in surprise, staring at Qin Nanming in astonishment.

The strong man's body was also cold.

Fang Mu's heart was mixed, he had been arrogant in front of Qin Nanming, he had been taught a lesson by Qin Nanming, he had been unconvinced in his heart, and he had been immersed in penance all day long, hoping that one day he could defeat Qin Nanming and prove himself.

It wasn't until not long ago that he heard Qin Nanming's three words again, it was the battle of Kyushu Mountain!

Only then did he know the gap between himself and Qin Nanming.

"Come here."

Qin Nanming ordered in a cold tone.

Fang Mu and the strong man glanced at each other, but they didn't dare not listen, and walked over slowly.

"Qin Nan...... Senior Qin, I don't know what you command? Fang Mu asked with a little embarrassment.

Looking at Qin Nanming, who had once regarded himself as a transcendent object, Fang Mu's mouth was full of bitterness, Qin Nanming was too strong, standing there without moving, unable to see that he had returned to his roots, and the gap between him and Qin Nanming was no longer something that penance could catch up.

"Who are they?"

"They are all voice-supporters, they came to Jiangnan, in fact, ...... It's because of you. ”

Fang Mu glanced at Qin Nanming, and said without saying anything: "Do you remember the voice-raising martial artists who came to Jiangnan to challenge before, they are here to take revenge. ”

Avenge?

Qin Nanming's face was as cold as ice.

"Of course, they are not entirely aimed at Senior Qin, Fu Throat may have gotten the news that the top strength of our Yanxia Martial Arts has decreased, so they made an excuse to invade Yanxia, and it has nothing to do with Senior Qin!"

The strong man immediately explained.

What he said was tactful, the top strength decreased, in fact, Qin Nanming's killing was too heavy, Yuan Shanqing died in the hands of Qin Nanming, Wen Yanzai also disappeared, and Long Zhong went to the ancient martial arts realm.

In the entire dragon group, there are only two Martial Venerable-level war gods left!

"Humph!"

Qin Nanming snorted coldly, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and his figure directly turned into a streamer and disappeared into the sky.

Leaving the big-eyed and small-eyed Fang Mu and the strong man.

"Qin Nanming, maybe I can only stand at the bottom and look up to his realm in this life!"

Fang Mu looked at the direction in which Qin Nanming disappeared, and said with some envy and helplessness.

"He's too wicked."

The strong man shook his head slightly, Fang Mu can also be regarded as a genius of the younger generation in Yanxia, and in their Jiangnan, he is even more famous.

It's a pity that he encountered Qin Nanming, a demon who has been difficult to come out of for thousands of years, which is beyond the understanding of ordinary people.

"Forget it, I can't think of anything, even those pretentious Tianjiao in the ancient martial arts world are far inferior to him. For example, Linghu Tian is in his hands, isn't he also taught a lesson. ”

Fang Mu shook his head self-deprecatingly.

For example, if you have an annual salary of 500,000 yuan, and you meet someone with an annual salary of 1 million, you may be envious and jealous, and you will try to surpass it.

However, when you meet a big guy worth hundreds of millions, it is not a level at all, and you don't even have the courage to be envious and jealous.

……

Jiangnan, sure enough, there were voice-raising warriors attacking, Qin Nanming found a lot of voice-raising warriors during the flight, and without thinking too much, he landed directly and killed, and then left again.

Yaohuang Pavilion!

At this moment, the Yaohuang Pavilion was shrouded in a haze, and more than twenty warriors who raised their voices broke into the Yaohuang Pavilion, all holding moon-shaped scimitars with cold faces.

"Master Miao Pavilion, hurry up and hand over the pills, otherwise, there will be no Medicine Yellow Pavilion in the world!"

It was an old man with a goatee who spoke with a voice.

"Kawamoto!"

Miao Anzhen frowned, faintly uneasy.

Kawamoto Luosha, who once came to the hot summer, fought eighty-one battles in a row, and did not lose.

In the end, Long Zhong personally took action, fought with him for two days and two nights, and finally defeated him, and from then on, he returned to Fusheng and was never heard from again.

Unexpectedly, even he came to Jiangnan this time!

"Mother, since there is no other choice, we might as well fight with them!" A chill flashed in Meng Qingyou's eyes.

"With Kawamoto Luosha here, he alone is enough to resist everyone in our Yaohuang Pavilion!" Miao Anzhen sighed.

Hearing this, Meng Qing's pretty face changed dramatically.

This old man with a voice who is not good-looking is so powerful!

"Master Miao Pavilion, you really know the general situation, since this is the case, let's hurry up and hand over the pill!" Kawamoto sneered, a grim expression on his face.

If it weren't for the fact that Yaohuang Pavilion was full of alchemists, which was very important, and they planned to raise and lay eggs, he wouldn't have been verbose for so long, and he would have started killing without saying a word.

"I can hand over the pill, but you must promise that after obtaining the pill, you will leave immediately, and you will not harm anyone in the Medicine Yellow Pavilion." Miao Anzhen said coldly.

"Of course, my character Miao Pavilion Master still can't believe it?"

Kawamoto nodded.

Soon, the elixir of the Yaohuang Pavilion was sent over by the elders, and there were hundreds of jars, all of which had been treasured by the Yaohuang Pavilion for many years.

"It's worthy of Yaohuang Pavilion, but our Ghost Sword Sect just needs an alchemist, Miao Pavilion Master, come with me!" Kawamoto sneered.

Hearing this, Miao Anzhen gasped for breath.

"Fu's voice is really full of untrustworthy people!"

"Bastard!"

The people who raised their voices actually wanted to kidnap their pavilion master, a group of disciples and elders of the Yaohuang Pavilion, and they were immediately filled with righteous indignation.

"Absolutely impossible!" Miao Anzhen's face turned pale.

"If the Miao Pavilion Master is unwilling, your precious daughter's life is estimated to be saved." Kawamoto smiled coldly.

Shoot now!

The moon-shaped scimitar in his hand came out of its sheath, and with a strong wind, it directly killed Meng Qingyou.

Miao Anzhen tried to block it and threw a punch.

"Hmph, it's not enough!"

Kawamoto waved his hand casually, and knocked Miao Anzhen back a few meters with one punch, if it weren't for Miao Anzhen's usefulness, this punch would be enough to kill her.

"Huh!"

Kawamoto's scimitar had reached Meng Qingyou's neck.

"If she doesn't obey again, she will be reincarnated!" Kawamoto's voice was cold.

"The hot summer waste simply doesn't know whether to live or die, and he dares to fight with Lord Kawamoto!"

"Looking for death, if she dares to be disobedient, her daughter, give it to us to taste it!"

The voice-raising warrior behind him suddenly laughed wildly.

Miao Anzhen's face was cloudy.

Meng Qingyou swallowed her saliva, eager to fight with the other party, but she was already controlled and couldn't move.

"Yes, there are so many voice-raising warriors here, and I have to look for them one by one!"

Suddenly, a faint voice sounded.

A young man with a calm expression walked out in a hurry.

It's him!

A glimmer of light appeared in Meng Qingyou's eyes, and she suddenly had confidence in her heart, and now that this young man is here, she feels extremely relieved.

"Who are you? Impatient to live? ”

A voice-raising warrior was furious, the cold light of the blade continued, and he slashed towards Qin Nanming with a single sword.

"Bang!"

Qin Nanming raised his foot lightly and directly kicked this voice-raising martial artist away, and blood spurted out in a big mouth.

"Who the hell are you?"

Kawamoto frowned and asked sharply.

This young man is eccentric!