On weekdays, the men of the Bear Axe Gang lived a chic and dashing life in Los Angeles, thinking that they were so clever that the Divine Dynasty never noticed it, so they became more and more arrogant and domineering, until Xie Ximeng revealed the colorful divine light in this rainy night, and the bigwigs of the Bear Axe Gang understood that it was not that the Divine Dynasty was ignorant, but that they were stupid and arrogant.

They were able to make waves in Los Angeles entirely because the Divine Dynasty was too lazy to take care of them, or they couldn't get into the eyes of the Divine Dynasty, and they didn't make a move until today, just because the person who could make them want to make a move came today.

Just like farmers in the countryside will not pick melons and fruits when they are still growing, they must wait until they are ripe to make them more delicious.

In the eyes of the Divine Empire, the Bear Axe Gang has matured, so the person in charge of picking has come.

I watched my usually brave subordinates on both sides of the road one by one, watched the young man wave his hand at will, and watched the two figures in the rain that were thinner than them but like the evil ghosts of the underworld who harvested life get closer and closer.

The hand of the golden shopkeeper holding the axe trembled terribly.

Accustomed to the fighting on the grassland and the ups and downs of the rivers and lakes of Los Angeles, he subconsciously wanted to escape from this street, and was not even willing to stay in Los Angeles for half a time.

But he couldn't retreat, because the big man came to the Bear Axe Gang today, and he, as the manager of the Hun organization in Los Angeles, was not qualified to participate in the big man's banquet, and such a big status gap made it impossible for him to maintain the idea of retreating.

Whether it was because of the almost strict hierarchy of the Huns, or because of the arrogance of the northern men, the golden shopkeeper almost gritted his teeth, and shouted with red eyes: "He has not reached the realm of incorruptibility!

With this terrible roar, the men who were originally in charge of the charge scattered in all directions, and a group of burly men with a more burly physique poured out from behind, with large muscles on their bodies with a metal-like texture, and two pairs of log-like wrists wearing steel rings, which were the Li Xiong and the men he was born in martial arts that Xie Ximeng mentioned earlier.

The green tendons on the arms of these tall men burst out, showing their tyranny under the rain, as if a punch could knock a person out, and they stepped on the bluestone ground, leaving a cracked ground behind, and the force was terrible.

These men are different from ordinary cultivators who comprehend the meaning of heaven and earth, they have strengthened their bodies in another way to a greater extent, reaching the ultimate in physical aspects, and with various martial arts, they can be regarded as embarking on another path of seeking immortality.

If you can practice your physical skills to the fullest, you can develop an extreme martial intent, and the representatives of it are the princes of the Divine Dynasty.

It's just that this method is quite difficult, compared to the perception of the meaning of heaven and earth, it fell into the inferior, so it was eliminated by cultivators, and gradually became a secular method to strengthen the body, but it is a very suitable method for the army, so the army of the Divine Dynasty has a set of refining methods handed down from the ancestors of the emperor.

In addition to the Divine Dynasty, the Northern Grassland Clans, which have always had the advantage of their bodies, also have their own body refining methods, and there is no doubt that these big men of the Bear Axe Gang belong to this category.

The big men who practiced physical arts stepped forward under the leadership of the master Li Xiong, fierce as beasts ready to attack.

"Axe cover!" shouted the golden shopkeeper.

The ordinary big man who was originally scattered in all directions took out the second short axe from behind his waist, and waved it at the two people who were walking slowly on the opposite side.

Compared with the limitation of the length of the sword, the short axe has become the favorite weapon of the Los Angeles gang except for the Phoenix Pavilion, among which the bear axe gang plays the best and is the most famous.

Short, compact and easy to carry.

As dozens of short axes with the sound of breaking through the air broke through the rain curtain, the strong men who cultivated physical skills ejected from the spot like cannonballs that had been discharged, their nimble posture completely inconsistent with their own majesty, and the street that was not long away could be swept by in a few breaths in front of their extremely fast figures.

They waved their thick arms that could slap a man away, and swept across the lazy youth in the rain like a meteor hammer.

At such a dangerous juncture, Xie Ximeng's expression could be regarded as changing, but it was not a look of fear, I saw him frown, looking at the flying axe in the air and the galloping human meteor hammer, shook his head, and said:

"The body is like a five-element sword, sweeping away the dust in front of you. ”

Of course, this sentence was not said to Ning Shu, and Ning Shu still had no intention of making a move, because he knew that Xie Ximeng invited him to help, not to deal with these people in the rivers and lakes, he listened to Xie Ximeng's words that seemed to be poetry, and a sword light appeared in the rain in his eyes.

Xie Ximeng's sword was still unsheathed, but a five-colored sword shadow flashed from the sword in his hand.

The image of the sword was a sword-shaped rainbow, and in an instant, a peacock's cry sounded in the ears of everyone present.

The spinning axes, the raindrops falling from the sky, and the galloping strong men all paused in this cry.

The next moment, the axes were thrown, the raindrops turned into powder, and the big men flew upside down in the air.

The five-colored sword shadow passed, and everything had to be compromised.

The shadow of the sword pierced through the rain, through the crowd, and across the street.

This sword shadow slashes space, severs time, and severs the wrists of the axe men.

There was only one peacock cry in the streets, and after the cry, not only the rain fell on the ground, but also the number of severed hands.

There was a snapping sound from the wrist falling into the water, and the axe was still being held on it, and some of the severed hands were still holding short axes that did not fly out.

There is even more fast movement, and when the five-colored sword shadow slashes out, the short axe in his hand flew out, and the blood flashed, and those short axes fell miserably in the middle of the road with rough hands, and the rain and blood melted together, showing a light red.

The men with severed hands seemed to be still immersed in the peacock cry that came out with the sword light, until the blood gushed out, and they all fell down screaming.

There was a dead silence in the streets, not a dead silence of sounds, but the misery of the hearts of those who survived the Bear Axe Gang.

The golden shopkeeper was completely speechless, he felt like an invisible hand was pinching his throat, he wanted to let out a frightened howl, but all he could do was make some strange hissing sounds, and then he found that his pants had been wet with the rain at some point.

Xie Ximeng looked at everything bloody in the field indifferently, and still walked slowly.

This street was not long, and after the two attacks of the Bear Axe Gang failed, the distance between Xie Ximeng and the golden shopkeeper was already seven or eight steps left.

Huang Shilang's face was pale, and a severed hand just flew in front of him before, and the blood beads splashed on his face, he didn't even bother to wipe it, pointed at Xie Ximeng and screamed like crazy: "You...... How can you be so ruthless...... It's a demon from the Nine Shadows!"

"Evil ghosts?" Xie Ximeng said with a smile: "I think you didn't feel scared of your evil ghost behavior when you participated in the planning of the village slaughter in the north. ”

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"The first ...... of the younger generation of the Divine Dynasty"

"Sword Cultivation ......"

Ning Shu watched Xie Ximeng take out his sword, kill people, and collect his sword like this, without any bells and whistles and cumbersome moves, just a sword light.

When the cultivators did not cultivate to the realm of returning to the void, except for those monks who had a body refining method and the demon clan and the Northern Hate Heaven Clan with strong innate bodies, most of the cultivators' physical bodies were not strong, and because of this, all the spells that were now mixed could be used to protect themselves.

As far as Ning Shu himself is concerned, the physical transformation brought by the "Chengtian Imitation" is enough for him to concentrate on sword cultivation, instead of learning other chaotic spells to bless himself.

He didn't know if Xie Ximeng had cultivated the method of refining the body, but it was true that when the big men rushed over, no one approached Xie Ximeng three feet in front of him, which was the so-called principle of a long sword protecting three feet of ground.

Presumably, those who came to challenge the title of the first person of the younger generation of Xie Ximeng's Divine Dynasty did not approach him without exception.

Because he hadn't cultivated to the Void Realm, he needed to focus more on his sword, so he found Bailu Guozhen in the rainy night, and found Ning Shu here, because he needed someone to eliminate those unexpected situations that would affect him around him.

He trusted Ning Shu, because Ning Shu was a sword cultivator like him, although he had never seen Ning Shu draw a sword, he knew that this young man who looked fourteen or fifteen years old was the same as him and only believed in the green blade on his waist.

This sounds a bit casual, you must know that Ning Shu and Xie Ximeng have only met three times in total, and Xie Ximeng's target today is not these gang members who are rampant in Los Angeles, but the Hun prince from the northern grasslands who is known for his ferocity.

Putting many masters of the Daoist Department don't shout, but just casually find a fourteen-year-old boy who is just in the realm of divine thought to go to the killing night with him, no matter how you say it, it's a bit incredible.

But Xie Ximeng had found the immature but extremely sharp sword standing in the crowd in the city gate that day.

From that moment on, he felt that he could safely hand over his back to someone other than the sword in his hand.

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The drainage system of Los Angeles is very good, so that even if it rains heavily, there will not be too much water on the street, and the rainwater at this time mixed with the blood on the ground flows to both sides, and occasionally the body of a big man on both sides of the street blocks the drainage, and the water gathers, soaking the corpse with a terrifying paleness.

Countless ants and insects that survive in the dark and damp environment swarm along the salty breath, excitedly crawling up the corpses, greedily exploring what delights them with their feet.

Small groups were torn around puddles of rain and blood, and the rancid sludge was exactly what they wanted to pursue.

But when the bite was intense, he was frightened by a clear cry and fled in all directions.