Just as the mysterious young man's body swayed, he staggered to the silver light curtain, and opened a pair of eyes full of drunkenness, looking at the brilliant golden and silver fruits.

Two sharp sounds that could tear people's eardrums sounded, and this was actually emitted by the two golden larks, and in the two dark woods, golden balls of light rose, and dazzling golden light pierced out of the dark woods like a heavenly sword, shooting in all directions.

Many dark corners were penetrated by this golden light, and vague figures were exposed in front of everyone's eyes, which was very sudden.

Someone was so frightened that they hurriedly retreated and hid deeper into the darkness.

Someone had a bright glint in his eyes, gritted his teeth fiercely, and made up his mind to rush to the center of the square as fast as he could.

Zhao Tian's hiding place was not illuminated by the golden light, and it was still dark.

He looked at the slightly chaotic situation in the square, no longer hesitated, and also got up and rushed towards the silver light curtain.

While rushing forward at great speed, Zhao Tian glanced around, hoping to find Xiaohong.

"I wonder what the hell this bird is up to?"

At the same time, after a scream, it flew directly into the air at an altitude of more than 50 meters, and the pure golden bird bronze bell was full of angry rain killing intent, and its murderous eyes were staring at the drunken young man who easily knocked them away with only two moves.

They hovered in the air, constantly emitting a sharp chirp: then the breath began to soar one by one, and an even more terrifying coercion spread out to the surroundings, violent and arrogant, spurting out a mouthful of blood from a few people who had just escaped from the bushes and were directly oppressed by the martial artists, and the bodies of the old Lian Zhao Tian, the brothers surnamed Luo, and the gray-clothed Qian Lao and others sank, and their movements became a lot slower.

The blood-colored veins gradually climbed up the body surface of the two golden larks, and under the interlacing of each other, they formed a mysterious and indescribable rune, and the golden light that originally shone in all directions was like a water flow rolling upside down, and was absorbed by the blood-colored runes on the surface of the golden lark's body, greenhouse.

Immediately, the blood-golden light burst out, enveloping the whole body of the two half-human-sized birds, turning them into two peerless divine swords, with an indestructible and terrible scream, slashing straight down, too sharp!

It seemed that under this powerful aura, the drunken young man was a little sober, and he ignored the few warriors who had already run in front of the silver light curtain and were attacking frantically, and slowly pulled out the cyan sword hanging from his waist.

"The bones of the dead man are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world. Who can write Your Excellency, the white head is too mystical. ”

In the depths of his eyes, a touch of pure pride flashed, Qinglian smiled wantonly and finished the last sentence of this chivalrous journey, an illusory Qinglian outside the body bloomed, and the long sword turned into a shock, slashing into the sky.

"Boom!"

There was a big explosion here, and a series of powerful and chaotic sputters in all directions, enveloping the young man in a radius of 20 meters.

"Flutter! flutter!" This is the sound of the human body being cut by the strength of the qi, a few low-level martial artists who rushed out very early, although their strength was weak, but they barely rushed to the center of the square, without the slightest resistance, and before the face showed a look of horror, they were cut into stumps by those raging energy, and exploded into a cloud of blood mist, which was very amazing!

"Bang bang!" There was another series of collisions, and the mysterious young man and the two golden larks didn't care whether they would destroy the golden and silver fruits on the strange tree, and they fought directly beside them.

Moving extremely fast, a layer of black and white light flowed up and down his body, pushing the speed to the limit, flashing several strong qi in a row, and dodging behind the silver light curtain.

Zhao Tian felt that the pressure around him was light, and it was no longer like he was in a storm, he was attacked anytime and anywhere, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the round but silver light curtain blocked between him and the mysterious young man and the two golden larks, bearing all the Yu waves that had been built in this direction, and the silver light curtain, which was already much dimmer than before, gradually became transparent, as if it had been thrown into the water surface of a boulder, and there were violent fluctuations one after another.

Looking around, he was slightly surprised that there were nearly ten figures hiding here like him.

In addition to the Luo brothers, who were closest to the silver light curtain, Qian Lao and other five people were also impressively listed.

There is another person, but he was not lightly injured, a huge wound more than a foot long on his back, which looked extremely hideous, and the skin and flesh were rolled upside down, with the strong control ability of the warrior over the body, he couldn't even stop the wound from bleeding, and there were constantly drops of bright red dripping on the ground.

When Zhao Tian observed everyone present, he finally recognized the extremely injured martial artist, who was actually Wang Jun, a middle-aged uncle who had just met her this morning and explained to him a lot of common knowledge in the martial arts world.

"Are you okay?" Zhao Tian took a few steps in front of Wang Jun and asked with some concern.

"I didn't expect you to be here, you can't die from this injury," Wang Jun, who was a little pale due to excessive blood loss, also recognized Zhao Tian and said with a forced smile. Zhao Tian was about to say something, but suddenly felt a cold hair rise behind his back, and a sharp energy directly pierced through the almost transparent light curtain, and the next moment it was about to pierce his body.

Before he had time to think, his powerful body reacted naturally, and his legs were full of strength, and he instantly moved out two meters horizontally, narrowly avoiding this attack.

Almost at the same time, several rays of energy pierced through the light curtain and shot towards this side.

Everyone dodged one after another, Qian Lao and Luo Wu brothers dodged quite easily, Wang Jun and several middle-aged people also narrowly avoided it, only the middle-aged man named Wang Liu couldn't react, his body was slashed into two by his back, and all kinds of internal organs flowed all over the ground.

Before these people could react, the light curtain that had become full of holes suddenly collapsed into countless small points of light and dissolved into the air.

The next moment, everyone's eyes showed excitement, and they rushed to the center of the flower bed with the aftermath of their fierce energy.

The cyan long sword in his hand conjured up a blooming cyan lotus, resisting a blood-golden lightsaber stabbed in the air, the young man glanced at Zhao Tian and the others, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he actually dodged towards the edge of the square.

The two golden larks were already completely angry, and forcibly used a piece of ancestral blood that had just been condensed and had not yet stabilized, but they had not been able to kill this human being, and the blood golden light shone brightly, and they chased after it without hesitation.

The first to arrive under the different trees were Zhao Tian, Luo Wu, and Qian Lao, and among this group of people, their strength was the strongest.

Zhao Tian was about to jump up and pick those golden and silver exotic fruits, when she suddenly felt two fierce winds coming towards her, one left and one right.

There was no way to dodge, the black and white halo on his body suddenly exploded, and his right hand evolved into a masculine fist print, facing the young man in black, and the nine dark energy on his left hand accumulated, feminine and soothing, as if he was swinging towards the old man in gray slowly.

The two muffled sounds sounded almost at the same time, Zhao Tian's face turned red, and his body spun in place like a spinning top, barely stabilizing his body.

The right body was a little numb by the powerful power contained in the fist of the black-clothed young man, and within his left arm, an extremely vicious dark energy roamed around under the encirclement of the mysterious energy in his body, making Zhao Tian's left hand weak for a while.

Luo Wu and Qian Lao were also uncomfortable, they each took a few steps back, and their faces flushed, especially when Qian Lao was caught off guard, he was destroyed by Zhao Tian's dark energy highway, and couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

Glancing at the other people who had rushed to the other tree, he found that they had also been scuffled together, Zhao Tian's expression was cold, and the life energy in his body surged all over his body, making his body return to its peak state, and his body moved towards the gray-clothed old man.

His face was gloomy as water, Qian Lao's eyes were full of cruelty, and the black and gray mist on his arms was churning, as if there were bursts of resentful souls struggling in it.

This is Qian Lao's strongest martial art Ghost Palm, which has reached the middle stage of the true artistic conception of the realm of boxing, and it is very weird and powerful.

All of them collided suddenly, Zhao Tian noticed something, and a victorious white light appeared on both fists, and his body shook, constantly colliding with the other party, and fighting together.

The black-clothed young man Luo Wu's eyes flickered, he glanced at Zhao Tian and the two of them who were fighting fiercely, no longer paid attention to the others, stepped on the ground fiercely, flew up, and grabbed directly towards a strange fruit like amber.

The more Qian Lao fought, the more frightened he became, not only was the other party's strength not inferior to him at all, but more importantly, the martial arts he used contained a pure yang attribute power, which was the nemesis of his ghost palm.

The whole body was shrouded in a layer of dazzling white light, Zhao Tian continued to punch after punch, evolving into an increasingly pure extreme yang power, completely suppressing the gray-clothed old man, and within ten breaths, he would definitely be able to defeat him.

However, when Zhao Tian saw the black-clothed young man rise up for the second time out of the corner of his eye, he actually directly tore down a branch with 4 gold and silver fruits hanging on it.

Zhao Tian didn't hesitate, punched the old man backwards, and also jumped out and grabbed a branch with three fruits hanging on it.

Seeing this scene, Qian Lao, who had just relieved his breath, and the other six people who were in the scuffle were no longer entangled, and jumped up one after another, grabbing the gold and silver fruits.

With a bang, Zhao Tian struck at the black-clothed young man Luo Wu in mid-air, because their goals were nearly the same.

A middle-aged man jumped up at this moment, reached out and grabbed the fruit, and a look of pride flashed in his eyes.

Luo Wu snorted coldly, his eyes showed murderous intent, the muscles on his right arm were knotted, and the thick cyan blood vessels were dense on it like earthworms, and the person was still falling because of inertia, so he punched the middle-aged man in the air.

A cloud of invisible energy shot out from his fist and hit the middle-aged man's back, blasting out a bloody hole the size of a child's skull, and even his spine was directly broken, and he was not alive!