Duan's Martial Arts Hall.

When Xu Jia arrived here, an old man with slightly gray hair and a long beard was standing in front of the door, shouting at everyone in front of him.

And the people standing in front of him were wearing the uniforms of the Divine Soldier Gate, and they all wanted to step forward but didn't dare, so they could only shrug their faces.

This is the Huang Baiqiang elder of the Divine Soldier Sect, whether it is personal prestige or actual ability, it is far from being comparable to these young people, and of course it can train them to be unable to raise their heads.

It can even be said that after Duan Wuya's father died, the Duan Clan's martial arts hall was able to persist until now, and Huang Baiqiang also contributed a lot.

A young man in the lead could only bite the bullet at this time: "Elder Huang, take back the divine soldiers of the Duan Clan's Martial Arts, this is the decision of the Council of Elders......"

"Are you using the Council of Elders to press me?" Huang Baiqiang snorted coldly and pointed at the young man's shoulder.

"Old man, when I entered the presbyterian meeting, you kid was still drinking milk, do you know?

This young man is actually Zhou Yang's son, and Huang Baiqiang is a figure of the same era as Zhou Yang, and he is also his uncle, so he can't refute this at all.

And at this moment, a voice came from behind.

"I'm here, what do you have to say?"

Huang Baiqiang turned back in shock, only to see Zhou Yang walking slowly towards this side, followed by Yang Xin, and a few people he didn't know.

This point completely exceeded Huang Baiqiang's expectations, he didn't expect that for this new divine weapon, Zhou Yang would really come to the Duan Clan Martial Arts Hall in person.

And Huang Baiqiang is old and refined after all, and the next moment he understood the reason for this situation, because Zhou Yang did not stand at the front, but followed behind a young man.

"This person must be a high-level from Jinta, we have to find a way to hold him back and let Xiao Duan run farther......" Huang Baiqiang's mind flashed such thoughts.

So the anger on his face was all retracted, and instead he smiled, stepped forward and said, "Old Zhou, it's here......!

"Where is the Blue Bone Sword?" Xu Jia interrupted him, and his slightly cold gaze hit Huang Baiqiang's face.

Xu Jia's indifferent attitude made Huang Baiqiang's face slightly stiff, and there was some anger in his eyes, but he still turned his attention back to Zhou Yang: "Old Zhou, don't you introduce me?"

Zhou Yang sneered, knowing that Huang Baiqiang was trying to delay time, and when he was about to speak, he saw Song Jian hurriedly coming over.

"Mr. Xu, it's all arranged, the Duan's martial arts hall is surrounded by two hundred meters, and no one can go out. Song Jian said quickly.

"Let's do it. Xu Jia waved his hand casually.

Huang Baiqiang was stunned for a moment, then understood what the other party wanted to do, and said with a sudden change of color: "You can't ......"

As soon as he spoke, he noticed a flash of golden light in front of him, and all his voices were stuck in his throat, and then his eyes began to spin.

Xu Jia did not hesitate to use the sword "Ghost Cong" to directly cut off Huang Baiqiang's throat, and his head flew out far away.

At the same time, countless demons and martial artists collaborated and began to invade the Duan Clan's martial arts hall from all sides.

But all the warriors they saw who dared to resist all cut off their hands without the slightest hesitation.

This is a new achievement of the research institute, and for martial artists with mutilated limbs, they can be supplemented to a certain extent when they are transformed into demons to make up for their physical defects.

This technique is quite important, not only providing great convenience for the Majin Corps when fighting, but also laying a good foundation for the treatment of Majin.

As long as Majin technology continues to develop, it may not be impossible to develop a means to directly heal Majin with magic in the future.

To get back to the point, it was invaded by a group of martial artists who were not afraid of death and had a comprehensive strength of about five ranks, and there was no room for fighting back at all.

In just a blink of an eye, this place was completely occupied by the Majin Legion.

At this time, the little junior sister Lu Qing had just come back, and Huang Baiqiang's head happened to roll to her feet.

"Huang ...... Uncle Huang ......" Lu Qing was stunned for a long time, tears in his eyes instantly jumped out, and he stood in place helplessly.

Duan Wuya and Huaxian also arrived immediately, and the two of them were already not far behind Lu Qing, and their feet were faster, and they saw this scene almost at the same time.

"There it is. Candle Jiu suddenly opened his eyes and pointed to Duan Wuya's figure.

Seeing this, Song Jian hurriedly said, "Please Mr. Xu wait, and go down to fetch the divine soldiers." ”

After saying that, his figure flew forward, but he was also a seventh-order seventh-stage martial artist, and his actual combat level was not weak, and his shot was a variant of the "Waterfall Flow".

Although "Waterfall Flow" is a finishing technique, it can also be used to start, but it is just a way of playing that looks down on people, obviously Song Jian didn't take Duan Wuya in his eyes at all.

"Brother Wuya, be careful!" Lu Qing couldn't help but shout.

Duan Wuya raised his head at this time, his own strength was insufficient, and in the face of the attack of a seventh-rank martial artist, he suddenly had a feeling of numbness in his scalp, and even the hand holding the sword began to tremble.

"Don't be afraid. The painting immortal stood behind Duan Wuya and said softly, "Remember my words, as long as you are brave enough, you can defeat a strong enemy." ”

In normal times, Duan Wuya would not be sent to death because of a few words of encouragement, but these words came from the mouth of the painting immortal, and he inexplicably had some confidence.

So Duan Wuya clenched his teeth, tried to pull out his long sword, and slashed forward with a heavy sword.

"Look at me—a landslide!"

Duan Wuya shouted out the name of the martial arts loudly, as if to cheer himself up. At the same time, he also chose a martial art that is most suitable for the atmosphere at this time and requires the least skills, which is "landslide".

Song Jian sneered, Duan Wuya's movements were full of flaws in his eyes, even if the other party was holding a divine weapon in his hand, what was the use?

A divine soldier who can't cut people is no different from broken copper and iron.

Song Jian was just a light sideways, and the blow of the "landslide" suddenly missed, but his "Waterfall Flow" continued to move forward, easily stabbing Duan Wuya's shoulder.

In order to catch a live mouth, Song Jian did not immediately kill him. Under normal circumstances, this sword was enough for Duan Wuya to lose his ability to fight.

With a sword stab, Duan Wuya really stopped moving, no different from what Song Jian expected.

But Duan Wuya seemed to be stunned for a moment, because he found that the part where he was stabbed did not feel pain at all.

"Original...... Is this also an illusion?" Duan Wuya remembered the injury on his hand before, and immediately laughed.

"Hallucinations! You're all hallucinations!"

Duan Wuya didn't care about his injuries at all, the long sword in his hand slashed wildly, and he actually accidentally rubbed Song Jian's shoulder, and the latter immediately bled profusely, and the sharpness of the green bone sword could be seen.

"That's what it is...... Is it the power of courage?"

Song Jian retreated in shock, and Duan Wuya couldn't stop laughing, shouting in his mouth: "As long as I have enough courage, none of you can defeat me......! Ahh

Before his shouting was over, a sharp pain suddenly hit his body, and the pain in his shoulder made him unable to even hold his sword.

"What do you have?"

Xu Jia didn't know when, he had already walked in front of the painting immortal, and the latter had a red palm print on the right side of his face, looking at Duan Wuya's gaze a little helpless.

The others could see clearly, Xu Jia just walked up to the painting fairy and gave her a slap casually, and Duan Wuya's "painless" state suddenly ended.