"This ......" Shen Jian didn't expect that the public would lose so neatly to block his words, and the typed draft could only be swallowed back by him aggrievedly.

The eyes of the public lose were gloomy, in the candle light beating, like an old night owl, and the hoarse laughter inexplicably made people feel a chill in the bone marrow: "Do you think I can't see what you want to do? As a big disciple of Mo Di, you can't enter the realm of the grandmaster at this age when you practice, and you know that you can't stop me by cultivating, so you want to stabilize me with words first, and even ...... Threaten me?"

He coughed and laughed, and said in an unkind tone: "In your opinion, am I the kind of person who is willing to listen to people well? Or is it that after I left Jicheng for so many years, the juniors of the Mo family have been willing to degenerate to such an extent, and they do not seek to defeat their opponents with their upright strength, but they all want to be a lobbyist with their backs to the mountain of the Mo family, thinking that they can retreat thousands of miles from the enemy with their incorruptible tongue in everything?"

"Joke!" was obviously an old man who was slightly rickety just now, but when he straightened his back at this moment, he suddenly seemed to suddenly rise a foot higher, like a bell, and even rolled up a gust of wind, rumbling into everyone's faces.

Shen Jiao's face was full of horror, and he took two steps back in fear, and then heard two muffled snorts, and found that the two disciples actually fell down like a puddle of mud, their eyes tightly closed, and they gritted their teeth to show a bit of pain.

"Ramie!Wu Pi!" Compared with the others, these two disciples were the youngest, their cultivation was the worst, and they had just suffered some injuries when they fell, and at this moment, they were screamed angrily with qi and blood concussion like a public defeat, which directly affected the injuries, causing the qi and blood to flow backwards and faint.

And he took a step forward like a public defeat, looked at Shen Yao coldly, and said, "I know you've listened to my class, but you probably don't know what kind of person I am. "The Book of Martial Arts" was written by me, if you think that I am really a person who will stick to small sections, and be easily moved by your words, then it is impossible to study those murderous weapons in the first place. ”

I don't know if it's intentional, but I suddenly stretched out my hand and slowly stretched it out into my arms, as if I wanted to take something out.

But it was also this action that made these already very uneasy Mo family disciples more and more flustered, and even at this moment, Shen Jian clearly heard the sound of the upper limit of the crossbow!

"No, ......" Shen Qi's pupils shrank sharply, and he shouted almost immediately, but with the sound of the bounce of the machine, the three crossbow arrows had already broken out of the string, turning into a wisp of killing power in the dim candle flame, and rushed straight to the face and heart of the public!

To light a fire, all it takes is a faint spark.

It was at this moment that the tranquility that Shen Yi had wanted to maintain was torn open, and hot magma flowed out of it.

This time, there were a total of thirty people who followed Shen Jiao, although five of these people were injured in the lifting of the "fish ladder", and then two more stayed by the elevator to take care of the injured, but there were still many Mo family disciples present.

And when this group of Mo family disciples really started to attack, I don't know how many dark crossbows and mechanisms were released in an instant.

The sound ......of the crossbow arrows was very poignant, and the shape was like a swarm of hungry locusts, and in just one breath, it crossed a distance of ten zhang and went to the face of the public defeat.

In addition, there are some people holding weapons such as the King Kong umbrella, when the lever is suddenly pushed, the umbrella leaves of the King Kong umbrella suddenly open outward, like a blooming flower of gold and iron, tribulus terrestris, flying knives, steel needles and other long-range sharp weapons followed, not to be outdone.

The overwhelming sharp weapons poured down like heavy rain, and others were afraid that they would be shot into a hornet's nest at the first time and die on the spot.

But it was the public who stood in the center.

A master of the Grandmaster realm, unless he first exhausts his qi and blood with the iron horse's round impact, and then uses these means to supplement, he still has a chance of success. But today, he stood in place like a public loser, and he hadn't fought anyone at all, and his blood must be full, how could he be able to fall for such a trick?

Not surprisingly, with the wide long sleeves like a public loss suddenly lifted and swept away, the sleeves that were obviously soft seemed to have the hardness of gold and iron, and with the sound of "ding ding ding" endlessly, countless crossbow arrows and steel needles actually fell to the ground one after another under such a sweep!

Even, as one hand spins like a loser, the wide sleeves suddenly roll up to the arm as if they had been summoned by some kind of summons.

He shot like a flower.

It's just a blink of an eye, and everyone can only see the afterimage of his hand, but he really holds the hidden weapons that shot at him one after another in his hand!

"Give it back to you. Gong Yi sneered, and then his hand exerted a slight force, accompanied by a burst of energy, countless hidden weapons shot out in reverse, directly shooting the Mo family disciples who were about to launch an attack on Gong Yi behind the hidden weapons.

Then his intact leg stepped on the floor fiercely, and the powerful qi and blood suddenly stirred up countless dust on the ground, and with a wave of his palm again, two muffled snorts sounded from behind him, and the two Mo family disciples of the Little Grandmaster realm first took a blow of qi, their eyes turned a little black, and then their chests ached, and for a while, I don't know how many hidden weapons directly penetrated into their flesh and blood.

Although these hidden weapons were not quenched, they carried a terrifying power like a public defeat, not only fast, but also powerful, almost like a battering ram directly hitting their bodies.

This force not only destroyed their qi and blood foundations, but also shattered their internal organs, and by the time the two of them landed, they were already two cold corpses.

Many of the remaining disciples of the Mo family have not yet reached the realm of the little grandmaster, and there is no room for resistance in the face of such a strong person, they can only see a group of people like praying mantis blocking the car, and then turn into fallen leaves swept away by the autumn wind, and fly back upside down one after another.

These happen just between five breaths.

At this time, among the more than 20 disciples of the Mo family, few of them could still stand, and even if they were standing, they had already been frightened by the public defeat, holding the weapons in their hands tremblingly, and only dared to retreat in fear.

But it doesn't seem to be the end of the story.

After clearing away these enemies, he looked at a place that seemed dark, and when he raised his hand, two whistling winds sounded from his cuffs, and a figure stumbled out of the darkness, and the man had two short crossbow arrows stuck in his chest, most of which went deep into the flesh, and the blood slowly dripped down the tail of the arrows to the ground.

"One on the left, two on the right, and one behind you...... These tricks of the ink artist really haven't changed much, and they are really boring. He shook his head in regret, and then, almost in the blink of an eye, in the shadow on his right, two figures jumped out almost in no particular order!

The sword of the Ink Artist has always been forged by the swordsmiths in the Organ City, and it is extremely sharp, although it is not a famous sword in the world, it is easy to pierce a person's flesh.

But Shen Yao's eyes were still shrunk into the eyes of a needle, and the moment the candle flame was blown by the wind, he had clearly felt that the ink man who was originally hiding behind him also jumped out, holding the sword technique in his left hand, and swept it over the spine of the sword, like a flash of lightning in the darkness.

These people, except for the one who had just fallen from the arrow, were all masters of the Little Grandmaster realm, and they had been closely following Shen Yao as his guards on weekdays, and when necessary, they would turn into a sharp blade in the darkness to clear obstacles.

In the previous confrontation between Shen Jiao and Gong Yi, they had already dived into the darkness with the instinct of the ink seeker, and found what they thought was the most suitable assassination position.

Standing in the center of the public is already very old, in terms of age, he is even eight years older than the giant, in the turmoil of that year, he lost another leg, and can only stand with the help of a prosthetic.

At this time, in the face of the fierce killing of the three people, he seemed to have become a lot more rickety all of a sudden, and his sigh was full of old and twilight.

He stood still, not moving.