He drew his short sword in an instant, and slashed forward through the air. With a sharp sound of breaking wind, a crescent-shaped sword qi suddenly slashed out.

With a "poof", the little white face didn't react, but felt a tingling pain in his chest. He looked down in horror to see that a deep wound in his chest was gushing and bleeding.

Soon, he lost consciousness and fell straight to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Yingtian lifted his right foot and kicked him into a deep ditch on the side of the road. Then, with a wary glance behind him, he continued on his way.

More than ten minutes later, the Nangong family martial artist quickly chased after him. As soon as they reached the small hill, they lost the mark of tracking.

"Oh no, the little wolf is dead!" Nangong Yan exclaimed, his eyes fixed on the deep ditch below. The others were startled and looked at the Vice Patriarch with blank eyes.

"Little wolf" is the little white face that Yingtian killed with a sword just now, and he is also the brother of Nangong Ye, the sword wolf.

It was this little white-faced man who made meritorious contributions and personally went to Jincheng to report the news, so that Nangong Yan and his gang quickly discovered the traces of Yingtian.

The little white face is well-known in the Nangong family for "inquiring about the bag", and he is usually clever and secretive, so Nangong Yan let him stay in Jincheng to follow the Tang family boy. Now, he's risking his life.

At this time, Nangong Yan glanced forward and said, "No matter the little wolf, most of the Tang family kids have gone to Danjingfeng. Fast, full speed tracking! ”

The martial artists of the Nangong family obeyed orders and ran forward in a swarm.

A few hundred meters ahead, Yingtian was hurrying away. He stopped suddenly, feeling a group of people chasing after him.

His eyebrows lowered, and he muttered to himself: "I have been discovered, I can hide from the first year of junior high school, but I can't hide from the fifteenth." In that case, let's fight! For the sake of his mother and Fu'er's safety, he will do the same.

Yingtian glanced around and quickly walked to a small hillside. He knew that this was a tough battle, and he had to choose a favorable terrain.

After a while, the martial artist of the Nangong family, who was chasing after him, appeared at the fork in the road.

"Vice Chief Teacher, look!" An innate peak martial artist reported excitedly. He first discovered Tang Yingtian and had a chance to perform.

The martial artists of the Nangong family stopped and looked at it, and it was really a kid from the Tang family!

Nangong Yan really has a way, he has already found Tang Yingtian's photos, so that his subordinates are familiar with some of the information about this kid.

"Haha, he's waiting for us." Feng Xuanyun sneered, he confidently believed that with the strong strength of the martial artists of the Nangong family, it was as easy as pinching the Tang family's kid with ten fingers.

"Surround him, don't let him run." With a wave of Nangong Yan's right hand, a group of people scattered and surrounded the small hillside.

Yingtian stood at the top of the slope, holding the golden steel short sword in his right hand, his cold eyes were cold, and he was ready for a decisive battle.

At this time, on the two high ground a mile away from them, two groups of people were hidden. One was two warriors dressed in their usual clothes but tightly wrapped, and the other was a man in a black cloak, both closely watching the movement on the hillside.

The masked man in the black cloak had always suppressed his impatience and did not allow himself to act rashly and impulsively.

Nangong Yan stepped forward slowly, looked at Tang Yingtian calmly, pretended to be kind-hearted, and said with a smile: "Boy, where are the things left by your father?" Honestly, we'll be at peace with each other. ”

"What did my father leave behind? You've been stalking over and over again. Yingtian also wanted to find out. On this issue, he himself is confused.

Nangong Yan was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise: "You really don't know? A bead, think about it. And, you can ask other people in the family. If it's not convenient, we can help you ask. But you always have to tell us, where are they at the moment? ”

Saluting first and then marching step by step is not something that his reckless brother Nangong Ji can do.

"Balls? I really don't know. However, I do have quite a few ballpoint pens. Yingtian was not confused by him, how could he be polite to the Nangong family who killed his father?

The corners of Nangong Yan's mouth twitched, and his face did not change: "Young man, don't be obsessed. You are still young, and you will have a great future in the future, not to mention that you should also think about your family, they ......"

Although the patience of the deputy head teacher is wearing off little by little, he thinks that the tried and tested methods can still produce immediate results. What he didn't expect was that the words he wanted to threaten with his family had offended this kid's scales.

"That's a lot of! I think Lao Tzu is a three-year-old child, so if you have any tricks, you can use it! Yingtian interrupted him coldly, knowing that it was a blessing or a curse, and that it was a disaster that could not be avoided.

What's more, along the way of martial arts, it is inevitable to kill one bloody road after another. For the sake of your family, why not be afraid to go to the fire!

As soon as Yingtian's cruel words were spoken, the warriors of the Nangong family couldn't hold it back for a long time, and they raised their swords and swords to charge, striving to grab this first feat.

Seeing that everyone's wishes could not be disobeyed, Nangong Yan changed his previous pleasant face, and shouted with a hideous face: "I don't know what to do!" If you can't catch him, you will be destroyed! ”

Although the head of the Nangong family wants to catch him alive, he will be outside, and the king's order will not be affected. Nangong Yan was originally a sinister and ruthless character, thinking that even if he killed the Tang family's demons, he would try his best to protect the family warriors, so as not to repeat the mistakes of his brothers.

"Up!" He shouted loudly, and the martial artists of the Nangong family were as excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and rushed to the hillside with a scream.

Yingtian's face was calm and resolute, his eyes were full of cold killing intent, and the pure white true qi of his whole body surged in an instant.

He shouted, stepped on the ground with both feet, and the "Soaring Clouds" were sacrificed, and the "Rolling Tide" sword move was wrapped in surging true qi energy, like a roaring torrent.

As soon as Yingtian made a move, he used a lore martial art, which was menacing and unusual.

"Ahh Only under his first move, the two innate martial artists of the Nangong family were killed instantly. The others couldn't stand this chilling sword aura, and they couldn't block it with all their might, so they had to retreat quickly.

"Kill! Death to those who retreat! Nangong Yan's eyes froze, and he took the lead and rushed forward.

Immediately afterwards, Yingtian frequently performed body exercises, and slammed in all directions with a move "Hongling Sword Technique", and the golden steel short sword struck with a fierce sword aura, which seemed to be a flying harrier through the forest for a while, and like a snowflake covering the top for a while.

For a time, the hillside was "booming! "The clashing of weapons, the sound of shouting and killing one after another, is in my ears; Blood and broken bones were splashed in the shadow of the sword and sword, and the stumps and flesh between the lightning and stone fire were vividly visible.

Yingtian swung his short sword wildly, and his figure flickered. The sword qi danced like a spiritual snake, emitting bursts of sharp and piercing wind-breaking sounds, frequently hitting everyone's eardrums, making people shocked like an ape and a rabbit.

At this moment, within thirty or forty meters of the battle area, the scene of true qi bursting out and shuttling, shooting down sand and rocks, and rolling dust was breathtaking.

In this battle scene of "the wind swept the rivers and lakes and the rain and dark villages, and the four mountains made the waves turn", Yingtian was already clumsy in the face of everyone's siege, coupled with the frequent attacks of the two grandmasters Nangong Yan and Feng Xuanyun, he felt a little powerless.

Suddenly, the Mud Pill Palace in the sky squirmed slightly, and the scene of the surrounding black smoke miasma became clearer, and the images of everyone's body movements and weapons attacking, as well as the various sounds they made, became clearer.

In that case, let's make this world even more muddy and dark!

Yingtian vigorously puffed up the true qi around him, wielding his short sword to sweep away the dust and sand on the ground as best between repeated attacks and resistances.

For a while, everyone's internal qi stirred, the withered branches and leaves were dark, and all kinds of weapons flew up the sand, soil and stone chips, and there was no light.

Take advantage of the darkness to get up early, and fish in troubled waters unscrupulously. Yingtian became more and more energetic, and the advantages of the cultivators appeared. In this turbid darkness, he was more deaf and clear-sighted than other warriors.