A sharp and anxious shout rang out: "Escort!"

The Venerable One is driving, and the Venerable One on the mountain road at this time is, of course, Chen Changsheng. Those cultivators didn't care about the snowflakes in the sky, and swept towards Chen Changsheng's body, even Zhong Hui also raised his sword with a cold face, and for a while, the mountain path was full of the sound of breaking wind...... And then there was the sound of clothes and muscles being torn!

Bo Xue is like the sharpest divine soldier, cutting through a qiē thing it encounters!

Blood sprayed on the mountain road, condensing into red ice beads, rolling everywhere.

The cultivators stopped in front of Chen Changsheng, with minor or serious injuries, no one died, but their courage was gradually exhausted.

Who is the middle-aged scholar?

He is not a saint.

He is the antithesis of all saints.

Liu Qing's face was pale and he thought about this, suddenly snorted, drew his sword, and stabbed forward!

The light of the sword is like electricity, born on the banks of the stream.

Xiao De finally waited for this moment, and he also moved, even faster than Liu Qing.

Countless veins erupted from his face, brown hair burst out of his skin, and his aura became even wilder, hitting the middle-aged scholar!

The middle-aged scholar finally withdrew his gaze from looking at Chen Changsheng, looked at them, and then raised his eyebrows slightly.

As soon as he raised his eyebrows, the heavens and the earth moved.

The sword light on the side of the stream suddenly converged, and with an extremely harsh sound, the sword in Liu Qing's hand was broken in two.

His man fell to the grass, and a bloody mark appeared on his wrist, which kept spurting blood, and he looked extremely miserable.

Xiao De was even worse, he didn't even rush out of the stream, and was knocked down in the stream by the power of heaven and earth.

With a snap, he knelt down on one knee, and the stream splashed in all directions, and the blood splashed in all directions!

His mad transformation and blood solution method made his body stronger than steel, but just by kneeling, his kneecaps shattered into powder!

But after all, he only knelt down on one knee, not completely kneeling in the stream, this demon clan powerhouse gritted his teeth and roared wildly, desperately trying to continue to move forward!

Liu Qing was the same, spurting blood on one side, holding the remnant sword on the other, and continued to stab forward, and at some point, his left hand had already grasped the other half of the broken sword!

The middle-aged scholar is too powerful, even if they abandon their previous suspicions and join forces, it is impossible to defeat each other.

But they can't stop there, lie down or fall to their knees.

Because the human race and the demon race will never surrender before the demon race!

Looking at the two people who rushed towards with their mortal hearts and dragging their mutilated bodies, a smile appeared on the corners of the middle-aged scholar's lips.

When he laughed, the mountains and rivers became bright, but they were still lonely and cold, because there was still no one between the mountains and rivers, and there were no demons.

In front of him, all the human and demon races will die.

The deeper the middle-aged scholar's smile, the deeper the wounds on Liu Qing and Xiaode's bodies, until the white bones of Sen Ran could be seen!

With two snaps, Liu Qing and Xiaode finally failed to get close to the middle-aged scholar, and fell in front of the persimmon forest, blood splashing everywhere.

Liu Qing closed his mouth, his face was pale, and he didn't say a word, as an assassin, since he was going to die, of course he should die in silence.

Xiao De howled angrily, like a wounded beast, painful and unwilling.

Seeing this picture, the more than ten demon clan subordinates on the side of the stream finally overcame the deepest fear in their hearts, picked up their weapons and rushed towards the middle-aged scholar.

Especially the demon clan master closest to the woods, with the determination to die, directly used the blood solution secret method, and his body suddenly became extremely tall, and the true form of the elephant clan was faintly visible, and he let out a deep and angry roar, rolling up the gravel and cold water on the side of the stream, and blasted towards the middle-aged scholar.

The middle-aged scholar seemed to be a little bored, and waved his sleeves casually.

The heavy body of the elephant clan master flew into the sky like this.

In the process of flying into the sky, the elephant master's mountain-like body continued to decompose, soaring out countless blood arrows, and finally turned into dozens of pieces of flesh, which fell downstream of the stream.

The rest of the demon clan masters had an even more miserable ending, with broken hands, broken arms and feet, and even beheaded directly, but they couldn't die for a while.

The brook was full of blood and entrails and the howls of despair and desolation!

Xiao De's eyes were full of anger, and he looked at the middle-aged scholar and roared, "I'm going to kill you!"

Earlier, on the mountain road, he said that he wanted to kill Chen Changsheng, which was just a means of negotiation, but because he did have this ability, that sound a little chilling.

At this time, he said that he was going to kill the middle-aged scholar, but it was more like the helpless sorrow of a child, which sounded sympathetic.

The middle-aged scholar ignored his roar.

Whether it is the top five powerhouses on the free list or the third assassin in the world, it is a very meaningless thing for him, and it is not worth spending any energy and time at all.

His gaze fell on the mountain road again, and fell on Chen Changsheng's body.

The landscape on his face gradually dissipated, revealing a face that he didn't know if it was his true face.

That face is very handsome, some vicissitudes, like a newborn green plum, and like the legendary ancient Buddha in the Garan Temple.

He stood between the flesh and blood on the ground, standing in the midst of endless pain, looking at Chen Changsheng, his expression calm and indifferent, and smiling again.

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Snowflakes are falling and the mountain roads are bitterly cold.

Everybody thinks so.

One qiē happened too fast, turning from the mountain road, and seeing the middle-aged scholar in front of the woods on the opposite side of the stream, when he turned around, the steward of Tianji Pavilion was dead, Liu Qing and Xiaode were seriously injured and about to die, and more than ten demon clan masters either died tragically or life is worse than death, in fact, there is only a few breaths.

No matter whether Chen Changsheng or Tang Thirty-six had time to do anything, of course, even if they did something, it didn't make any sense.

Middle-aged scholars are terrible.

After Chen Changsheng came to Kyoto from Xining, he had seen some truly peerless powerhouses, but whether it was Zhu Luo in the wind and rain in the eight directions, stargazers or other reds, they were far inferior to this middle-aged scholar, and even the southern saintess he had seen in Xunyang City seemed to be weaker than this middle-aged scholar.

Can His Majesty the Pope be stronger than this middle-aged scholar?

Chen Changsheng had only seen the vast sea of stars in the eyes of the Pope, and he had not seen the Pope personally take action, so he could not draw conclusions.

If you really want to find a character who can be similar to the realm of this middle-aged scholar in your past cultivation career, it can only be Su Li.

And it had to be Su Li, in his heyday, in the best condition.

At the beginning, on the Demon Domain Snow Plain, Su Li took out the Sky Covering Sword from the yellow paper umbrella and cut out the hundreds of miles of the mighty southward return road, which gave him the same feeling as now.

Who is this middle-aged scholar?

Chen Changsheng suddenly thought of the night he had seen from afar when he left Zhou Yuan and delivered the yellow paper umbrella to Su Li.

The night that grew out of the snowy old town and covered half of the sky.

At this time, the cold mountain was also shrouded in such a night.

His face turned pale in an instant. R1148