Eighth Master!

The eighth master of the owner of the Smoke and Rain Villa!

The eighth master didn't bring too many people, only the steward of the Colosseum, Scar, followed behind him obscenely, and a centipede-like scar on his face looked extremely hideous in the night.

The eighth master walked very calmly, as if he was walking in the Colosseum, his eyes did not look at Situ Hero, nor did he look at the elders of the Liu family and Mrs. Jing. Instead, he looked at Xiao Lang, whose body trembled even more because of excessive blood loss, but he was still stubborn and did not fall.

His eyes were full of appreciation, and he did not hide the purpose of his visit.

He wants to protect Xiao Lang!

In fact, there are many people in the arena who have recognized Xiao Lang as the gold medal fighter lone wolf in the Colosseum very early! Those who have been to the Colosseum also understand that Xiao Lang is very popular with the eighth master.

But they didn't expect that the eighth master would not hesitate to tear his face with the Situ family and confront him head-to-head for him! It's just that people are a little puzzled, why didn't the eighth master move in the afternoon, and didn't appear until Xiao Lang was dying at this moment?

Situ Yingying's face was ugly, even more ugly than Xiao Lang killing Situ Zhanhuo. He was not angry because the eighth master wanted to protect Xiao Lang, but because the eighth master strode from the bottom of the mountain and walked towards the meteor, but he didn't even look at him.

He felt the humiliation of being despised by others!

Although his brother Situ Xiaoxiong said, don't mess with this eighth master. But Situ Hero doesn't think that the Situ family really can't afford to provoke this cross-river raptor!

"Eighth Master, what do you mean by this?"

Holding back his anger, Situ Hero opened his mouth coldly, and his shining eyes conveyed a kind of anger that no one in the Situ family had stepped on.

The eighth master stood dozens of meters in front of Situ Yingying, stopped, glanced at him, raised the wine jar and raised his head to take a sip, and then said lightly: "It's not interesting, Xiao Lang is my person, of course I want to cover him, you... You can go!"

"Wow!"

There was a commotion in the field, and countless warriors looked at this man in purple in astonishment. The rumors are indeed true, the eighth master of Yanyu Villa is the number one madman in Medicine King City, you look at this aura, this domineering tone...

Xiao Lang basically abolished Situ Zhantian today, and killed Situ Zhanhuo in front of so many people. Mrs. Ya offered such a price, and Situ Hero did not retreat. This eighth master said lightly, and he wanted to end the matter?

When did the Situ family become a soft persimmon, and anyone can pinch it?

Many warriors retreated quietly, but their eyes were hot, and they could see the Yanyu Villa and the Situ family fighting, today's scene was not in vain!

Of course, the Situ family is not a soft persimmon, among the martial artists who came today, the weakest ones are at the level of Situ Zhanhuo, there are more than ten people in the fifth-level battle marshal realm, and there are six at the peak of the battle marshal, and Situ Hero is the first level of the sixth-level battle venerable realm!

With such a powerful combat power, it was enough to easily raze any small family in the Medicine King City. Situ Xiaoxiong, the head of the Situ family, is the strongest person in Medicine King City. The Situ family's temper has never been very good, and from today's incident, it can be seen how much the Situ family values the family's face!

So as soon as the eighth master's words fell, countless Situ family martial artists were furious, staring at the eighth master with angry eyes, just waiting for Situ Hero to give an order to dismantle him!

Situ Yingying was even more angry, but because of the prestige of the eighth master, he still had no impulse, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice: "Eighth master, I have always respected your character, this matter has nothing to do with you today, give our Situ family a face, and it will be good to have a relationship in the future, right?"

"Haha!"

The eighth master looked up to the sky and laughed, and the laughter resounded through the Guillotine Ridge, this momentum is the real momentum that swallows thousands of miles like a tiger. He jokingly swept the faces of the warriors of the Situ family, and after everyone's faces darkened a little more, he said extremely domineeringly: "Eighth Master, I don't need your respect, it's not easy to get along?

As the last three words of the eighth master were drunk, a powerful momentum suddenly rose on his body, and this tall man who liked to wear a big coat became extremely terrifying at this moment, making Mrs. Ya not far away feel suffocated.

The silver-haired old woman quietly retreated with Mrs. Ya, but her face showed a complicated look. On the one hand, I hope to see the Situ family, which is a little stronger than the Liu family, eat deflated, and on the other hand, the Liu family and the Situ family are the three major families of Yaowangcheng, and they are in the same breath. The ground snake was pressed by the river dragon, and they were also very faceless.

Mrs. Ya didn't care so much, her pale face showed a touch of joy, and a pair of autumn eyes kept locking on Xiao Lang, looking at the stubborn young man who refused to fall, her face showed a touch of distress.

"Situ bandits, kill Xiao Lang, and the rest of the people form a formation to defend against the enemy, I want to see if you are as powerful as rumored!"

Situ Hero burst into tears and gave his answer.

More than thirty martial artists immediately flashed quickly, and the Xuan Qi surrounded the body, standing beside Situ Hero, forming a strange triangular battle array, everyone had a mysterious weapon aura shining, and their eyes were shining, ready to resist one of the five powerhouses of the Medicine King City in the transmission.

"Xuan Qi Armor!"

Situ Hero's body was shocked, and the pale cyan Xuan Qi quickly flowed out of his body, like cyan mercury, forming a strange battle armor on the surface of his body, even wrapping his head into it, leaving only a pair of eyes with high fighting intent.

The fifth-level battle commander can release his Xuan Qi and kill people in the air, and the sixth-level Battle Venerable is even more powerful and can transform his Xuan Qi into armor. The Xuan Qi is not consumed, the armor is not broken, and it is almost immortal!

"Xiao Lang, suffer death!"

A figure jumped high from the crowd, his big hands were full of fiery red Xuanqi, his body was like a tiger, his eyes were like electricity, and his big hands slapped down on Xiao Lang's head in the back.

Situ bandit, middle-level commander.

Middle-level commander, killing a general is like pinching an ant to death, not to mention that the ant is also seriously injured!

In the past, there was a Situ hero in the Zhanzun Realm with dozens of people to intercept it, and then there was a Situ bandit who made a brutal move, how could the eighth master protect Xiao Lang?

The eighth master told everyone with practical actions!

With a big hand, the eighth master threw the wine jar in his hand to the scar master next to him. Then the big wind on his body automatically fluttered in the night sky. His body also rushed forward like a mad lion, with such speed and strength as the waves were terrifying. He ran at high speed, leading a gust of wind, which blew the clothes of the onlookers on the Guillotine Ridge to hunt.

"Possessed by the spirit!

There was an earth-shattering shout, and a black light suddenly shone behind the eighth master's body, instantly condensing a phantom of a lion more than ten meters high, and the lion opened his mouth and looked up to the sky and roared in a shocking way.

A loud roar, the heavens and the earth are shocked, and the wind and clouds change!

The martial artists in the audience suddenly shook their bodies, and they had a feeling of gold stars in their eyes and deaf and falling. In mid-air, the Situ bandits, who were like eagles and rabbits, were directly shocked down. Mrs. Ya's body went weak again, and if it weren't for Elder Liu, I am afraid that she would have collapsed on the ground.

Countless people were frightened, confused, and didn't understand what the monster phantom in the sky was, and only one person in the crowd of onlookers was extremely conscious. The silver-haired old woman looked at the phantom of the Xuanshi in the sky in shock, and said in a lost voice: "Divine Soul Warrior, the Divine Soul of the upper grade of the ground level!

In just an instant, the situation in the field has changed dramatically. The eighth master rushed forward like a prehistoric monster, unstoppable, surrounded by Xuan Qi on his body, an iron fist smashed out, and a huge golden Xuan Qi fist shadow roared out, smashing directly on the Situ hero at the front.

Situ Hero seemed to be stupefied by the roar of that monster phantom, and he didn't even dodge, the golden fist shadow turned into Xuan Qi collided with Situ Hero's Xuan Qi battle armor, and a dazzling light erupted, as well as a burst of cold energy. Situ Hero flew out directly upside down like a leather ball. The energy drove the surrounding dust, covering the sky and the earth, and enveloped the eight masters who galloped away, and dozens of warriors of the Situ family.

"Ahh

"Bang, bang, bang!"

A scream sounded, and in the haze, a figure flew out, only a purple figure, still unstoppably rushing forward.

The dust fell, the shadow of the monster in the sky faded, and the picture in the field shocked the surrounding warriors!

The more than 30 strong men of the Situ family all fell to the ground, spitting blood from their mouths. There was only one person standing, a man dressed in a big hat like a demon god.

His powerful big hand had pinched Situ Yingying's neck at some point, lifting him in the air and staring at him, his eyes were full of cold and piercing murderous aura.

"High-level Battle Venerable, high-grade divine soul on the ground level..."

Situ Hero bitterly spit out a few words, the battle armor turned into Xuan Qi had been shattered by the eighth master's punch, and he didn't know how many bones in his body had been broken, he knew that he was defeated, defeated!

It is true that he is a beginner-level battle venerable, and it is not wrong that the Situ family has come to the peak of six battle commanders. But the eighth master is enough to sweep with the strength of the high-level battle venerable, not to mention that he is still a soul warrior and has terrifying soul combat skills!

Divine soul combat skill, roaring lion!

With this roar, they can suppress their strength by one-third in a short period of time, and their body's reaction speed slows down, how can they be the enemy?

It's not that they're not strong enough, it's that this dragon crossing the river is too ferocious!

"Go back and tell Situ Xiaoxiong, after half a month, I will go to Situ's house to give him an explanation!

The eighth master threw Situ Hero a few meters away with a horizontal arm. The scar master in the distance immediately smiled flatteringly, ran over in small steps, and handed the wine jar to the eighth master. Then Xiao Lang, who was stunned by the roar of the wild lion, held him in his arms, quickly pulled out the long sword in his body, stopped the bleeding with both hands, took out a pill, threw it into his mouth, and healed him.

Situ Hero was quickly taken away by his subordinates with a gloomy face, and the warriors who were watching around didn't dare to look at it anymore, so he turned into a bird and beast and immediately retreated, spreading this earth-shattering battle all around the Medicine King City.

Mrs. Ya looked at Xiao Lang, who was pale, and was taken away by the silver-haired old woman. There were only three people left in the originally extremely lively Guillotine Ridge.

The eighth master did not go down the mountain, nor did he signal Scar Ye to go back with Xiao Lang, he stood quietly and drank wine, and the purple daze swayed slightly in the night wind.

"Squeak!"

It didn't take long for a slight sound to sound in the grove on the right side of Guillotine Ridge, and Scar Ye was startled and immediately looked at it vigilantly, but Eighth Master was unmoved.

Two people came out of the grove, a man who was a little more majestic than the eighth master, but his face was immature and smiling, and there was a beautiful woman in a wheelchair.

The man with a smile on his face saw Xiao Lang unconscious, and his face showed a fierce beast-like hideous meaning. The beautiful woman in a wheelchair immediately waved her hand lightly and said softly: "Little knife, Lang'er is fine!"

The hideous meaning on Xiao Dao's face immediately faded, and he returned to his stupid and demented expression, but the worry in his eyes was still extremely obvious.

Scar Ye looked at the two of them a little strangely, and then he turned back abruptly, and was surprised to see that the eighth master actually put the wine jar on the ground and walked towards the two of them quickly.

He suddenly shook his head one meter in front of the woman, knelt down on one knee, his face was full of respect, and he said faintly excitedly: "Xiao Ba meets Miss Tsing Yi!"