Chapter Eighty-Three: The Martial Saint God is nameless
readx;?β Can you kill me?" said the old immortal with a mocking face, as if he had heard a big joke. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info
"If I want to, you'll die. β
"It's funny, it's so fucking funny, it's not that there are no people who can kill my star immortals, but it's definitely not you. β
"Old Demon of the Stars, before I have a killing machine against you, you better get out of here, and don't let me see you again. β
What kind of character is the old immortal of the stars, even if he is a master on the black and white list, I am afraid he will not despise him so much.
But now, he was actually despised by a person who didn't know his origin, didn't even know his name, and hid his head and tail, and he was already angry.
However, he himself knows it.
The white-haired masked man was able to hit him on the shoulder with a feather, although he was a little careless at the time, but no matter what, with this means, the other party's cultivation should not be lower than him.
If he really wants to do it in a fit of rage, maybe he will really fall for the trick of the white-haired masked man.
"Hehe, white-haired woman, I heard you say that, are you a friend of the Flying Feather Sect?" asked the old immortal of the stars.
"You don't have the right to know. β
"Old man......"
"Get out!"
"The old man killed you!"
The old immortal of the stars finally became furious, and instantly increased the yuan power to seven billion, and blasted out with one palm, although the Heavenly Star Mixed Luck Skill did not dare to say that it was used to the extreme, it also used eighty percent.
Bang!
After the seven billion yuan force hit the white-haired masked man, it only produced a wave that was not violent, and the white-haired masked man was like a pillar of heaven, even if the old immortal of the stars went all out, he would not want to shake him by a point.
The old immortal of the stars is a master in the late stage of the Returning Mirror Mirror, even if he encounters a master at the peak of the Returning Mirror Mirror, it is impossible to shake a hair of the other party, who is this white-haired masked man, how can he have such a strong strength.
"Martial Saint!"
The old immortal of the stars was startled, and he didn't think much about it, so he left directly.
With a "snap", the old immortal of the stars who had teleported ** suddenly appeared five miles away, and he was actually seen by the white-haired masked man who was where he was going, and he was forcibly intercepted, and it was not intercepted by a person, but it was intercepted by a force of yuan, and the old immortal of the stars was beaten to a heel.
However, this old demon is also very good, and in a blink of an eye, he flew away like electricity.
"Star old demon, you remember with me, when you see me in the future, it's best not to get close to a hundred zhang, otherwise, I will kill you. β
The voice of the white-haired masked man came from afar, and as for whether the old demon of the stars could hear it, it was the old demon of the stars himself.
Fang Xiaowu was overjoyed when he saw that the old immortal of the stars was frightened by the white-haired masked man and fled.
He was about to go over to talk to the white-haired masked man, but the Feather Boy was already tugging at the corner of his coat behind him, signaling him not to act rashly.
He was slightly stunned, and suddenly thought: "By the way, if this person is a friend of the Flying Feather Sect, he shouldn't release the three-eyed purple wolf, is he a friend or an enemy? If he is an enemy, wouldn't the Flying Feather Sect be even worse?"
"Zun drove the force Xuantong, scared the old immortal of the stars away, and saved me from the Flying Feather Sect once, Hu Mou, as the sect master, on behalf of the disciples of the whole sect, expressed his gratitude to the Zun Jia. After Hu Mantian finished speaking, he saluted the white-haired masked man.
However, the white-haired masked man's figure flashed and had been avoided.
Because his speed was too fast, the three-eyed purple wolf couldn't keep up, and the purple eyes were stunned, and immediately rushed to the master's side, looking a little naΓ―ve, not like a ground-level monster.
"Are you Hu Mantian?" asked the white-haired masked man.
"In the next exactly. β
"Okay, you call Mei San out, I have something to ask him. β
"Do you know Mei Lao?" Hu Mantian was slightly stunned.
Suddenly, a voice said: "I don't know what to do with the old man." β
As he spoke, a figure performed the flying technique of the sword, and in the blink of an eye, it landed on the ground.
"Master. The Sword Grinding Peak Lord shouted.
The man nodded, he didn't look very old, arched his hands, and said with a smile: "Your ......"
"Mei Sanlong, do you still recognize me?"
"Wearing a mask, old and ......"
Without waiting for Mei Sanlong to finish speaking, the white-haired masked man suddenly took off the clown mask on his face, revealing a face in his twenties, and Mei Sanlong's face was completely shocked.
In fact, he was not alone, and all those who knew that face were all stunned.
Faintly, Fang Xiaowu noticed that the flying feather boy beside him was also a little abnormal, as if his breathing was a little short.
"Strange, is this person a disciple of the Flying Feather Sect? Seeing that he is in his twenties, but he has a full head of white hair, could it be that he is decrepit before he gets old?" Fang Xiaowu thought to himself.
"Hahaha......" Mei Sanlong suddenly laughed wildly, but under the laughter, there was deep fear and anger.
"What are you laughing at?" said the white-haired masked man.
"God nameless, it turns out that you are not dead. Mei Sanlong gritted his teeth.
God is nameless!
Fang Xiaowu's heart was shocked, could it be that more than a hundred years ago, he killed a personal disciple, was injured by the sect master, escaped, and caused the Flying Feather Competition to be terminated.
How could he still be so young?
If it weren't for that gray hair, who would have believed that he was over a hundred years old?
"God is nameless, you come to ......," Hu Mantian said.
"Hu Mantian, the person I'm looking for now is Mei Sanlong, don't open your mouth. Your ancestor slapped me back then, and I will look for you later. "God Nameless said this, which means that he will also find trouble with Hu Mantian, but his biggest enemy is Mei Sanlong, so he must solve Mei Sanlong first before he will find others.
I only heard the Lord of Grinding Sword Peak shouting angrily: "God is nameless, you traitor, if it weren't for you back then, my senior brother would not have died." Why do you want to come back when you have already escaped? With me here, you don't want to be rude to my master. β
"Yao Chong, don't worry, after I send Mei San Lane away, the second person to send him away will be you. β
After the nameless God finished speaking, he took a step forward.
Suddenly, the audience was like a great enemy.
The thin old man even stood between Shen Nameless and Mei Sanlong, and said: "God Nameless, you were originally a traitor to my Flying Feather Sect, but today you saved my Flying Feather Sect once, just treat it as if you don't owe each other, you can go." β
"Fu Qianshu, you go away. β
"As the first person of the Flying Feather Sect, Lao Yu must not let you kill any disciple of the Flying Feather Sect, if you want to kill it, kill the old man first, and the old man will never do anything with you. β
"Fu Qianshu, you have been greatly injured, it is difficult to survive ten years, I will not kill you. Shen Wuming's face turned cold, and he sneered: "Mei Sanlong, you are still the old man of the Flying Feather Sect, and you actually hide behind and dare not make a sound, if I were you, I would simply commit suicide." β
"Uncle Fu, even if I die in battle today, I will die for the Flying Feather Sect, your old body is important. Mei San was so angry that his face turned pale, his body shook, and when he came to Fu Qianshu's side, he put on a look of seeing death as if he were at home, and shouted with a halberd: "God is nameless, make a move, the old man wants to see how capable you are today." β