"Who the hell are you?"

The fear in Li Zhenyuan's heart continued to spread and expand, because from the seemingly ordinary long stick of the night walker just now, it contained indescribable power, which was absolutely crushing! It directly crushed Li Zhenyuan's desire to fight, because the gap between the two was already a gutter.

But how could such a powerful person emerge from such a remote mountain forest!

"I—you can't guess by looking at my outfit? I'm just an ordinary person in a night suit. ”

The black curtain of the night walker spoke hoarsely and sharply, with a slight hint of sarcasm, like a male duck's low voice, which made people sound very uncomfortable.

"No, no......!"

Li Zhenyuan's eyes were blank, he muttered, his steps kept moving back, and the pattern of purple light on the sledgehammer in his hand gradually faded.

"I've always heard that the previous masters of the Thundering Hammer have a monstrous fighting spirit, but your fighting spirit is like this? It seems that the previous master of the Thundering Hammer has a bad vision. ”

The black night walker shook his wrist, and the black iron rod in his hand stood out from the palm, like a giant python spitting snakes, opening its bloody mouth and biting heavily on Li Zhenyuan's chest.

Fortunately, although Li Zhenyuan's fighting spirit subsided, his nerves were tense. At the moment when the night walker's wrist shook, Li Zhenyuan had already protected his chest with the sledgehammer that had dissipated the purple light in time. But even so, he was still constantly repelled by the terrifying power contained in this iron rod, and Li Zhen slid a deep ravine on the ground.

"Sure enough, it's really not interesting to bully you juniors. ”

The black curtain of the night walker's palm was open, and the black iron rod that had been hanging in mid-air to suppress Li Zhenyuan instantly returned to the night walker's palm. The night walker shook the iron rod, the tip of the stick stood on the ground, his fingers plucked out his ears, and his tone revealed a hint of boredom.

"It seems that there is nothing to do with me today, and if the people of the Yanyun Sect want to wade into this troubled water, they want him to go. ”

The night walker with the black curtain yawned, glanced at the imminent situation of the mountains and forests not far away, and turned his head and gently glanced at the gray-clothed man who still did not have the slightest fluctuation on his face.

"You're really not going to make a move?"

The black night walker leaned slightly, leaning on the iron rod that had sunk deep into the ground, and said leisurely to the gray-clothed man.

It's just that this hoarse and shrill voice is too dramatic, and it will always make the man in gray think of some unpleasant memories.

Although the gray-clothed man had thoughts in his heart, his face was not revealed in the slightest, like a facial paralysis, and he shook his head mechanically. Without waiting for the night walker to say anything, he slowly left the temple that had been abandoned for an unknown amount of time by himself, pushing the wooden cart alone, and as for the fight in the mountains and forests, and all that happened here, the man in gray had no interest in the slightest.

"You really listen to your master. ”

The night walker with a black curtain saw that the man in gray did not have the slightest intention of staying here. So the night walker looked at the figure of the gray-clothed man gradually moving away, sneered, and said without lowering his voice.

The black-curtained night walker knew that even if he insulted him like this, the gray-clad man would not look back. So the night walker set his eyes on the mountains and forests not far away, his eyes lowered, and there was a slight fluctuation.

He is not qualified to speak of others, he has to listen to his master, and everyone must listen to their own master.

In the mountains and forests, a feminine man holding a vajra hand and a resolute man holding a narrow knife appeared at the same time, the resolute man stood in front of the road, and the feminine man stopped behind the road. And in the middle of the road was a woman in a wide robe, who still could not hide her graceful figure, and a child with a blue face in her arms.

"Madame Bai, it's not safe to walk at night. ”

The resolute man with the knife turned the narrow knife in his hand and said in a deep voice.

"You are more hateful than these wild wolves in the mountains and forests!"

A hint of hatred appeared on Madame Bai's beautiful face, and her eyes full of hatred looked at the slightly leisurely gaze of the resolute man with the knife.

The resolute man with the knife had the same expression, his wrist suddenly stopped, and the tip of the knife was already aimed at the white lady.

Although the white lady in front of her, who was holding a child in her arms, was once the wife of Wang Yimu, a famous master on the Qingyun list, the Qingyun list changes the list every five years, unless the top ten people on the Qingyun list, the rest of the Qingyun list has nothing to worry about.

What's more, the current Madame Bai is the enemy who makes the world's rivers and lakes martial arts people hate the same enemy.

"Who let your husband disobey military regulations without authorization and disobey the orders of the army. led hundreds of martial arts people in the rivers and lakes alone, guarded an empty city alone, and finally caused the hundreds of martial arts people to die in Huangquan. ”

The resolute man with the knife sneered.

In the battle of Yufeng City, Tianlin's Xuan Ce army had already anticipated the enemy's opportunity, received information, and planned to abandon Yufeng City, so that the fire wolf army in the desolate north would relax their vigilance and enter the city, and take advantage of their unpreparedness to catch turtles in an urn.

But that Wang Yimu swore not to retreat, and let hundreds of martial arts masters in the army guard the city gate together, and finally the whole army was wiped out, and even the bones could not be found.

And not many people knew about this matter at that time, but they never thought that this matter would suddenly come out through the Tianyuan Pavilion recently. It is said that His Majesty did not nod his head to affirm the truth of this matter, but His Majesty also did not deny it. Suddenly, all the people in the rivers and lakes recognized the matter circulating in Tianyuan Pavilion as the truth.

So one second he was the hero Wang Yimu who defended his family and the country, and the next second he was not even a bear.

But Wang Yimu had already died in front of the city gate.

Therefore, these people in the rivers and lakes poured all their verbal and written criticisms towards Wang Yimu's widow, Madame Bai and her only son, Wang Nian.

Jianghu people have always liked to use swords to reason, so it is difficult for them to criticize them verbally and penally.

However, Madame Bai and Wang Nian are still attacked by some self-righteous rangers from time to time. Fortunately, Madame Bai knows a little about martial arts, and these righteous and awe-inspiring words in her mouth, but in fact, the famous rangers of the rivers and lakes have all fallen under Madame Bai's supernatural palm.

But Madame Bai never thought that the kind-eyed old man, her master, would also aim Tianhan's palm at her son, who was less than seven years old!

"My husband is not such a person!"

Madame Bai hugged Wang Nian tightly with her right hand, her lips were pursed, her face was sad, and the dim fire light shone on Madame Bai's beautiful face, flickering and darkening.

"It's a pity that the weight of your words is not as heavy as that of Tianyuan Pavilion's words. ”

The knife-wielding man who saw this scene hesitated slightly, and at this time, the feminine man who had been standing behind the road suddenly took a step forward, just in time to kill Madame Bai who kept dragging Wang Nian to leave and move.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be in a hurry to die. ”

At the same time, the vajra hand in the feminine man's hand happened to be aimed at the child Wang Nian in Mrs. Bai's arms, and the gold paint of the five fingers of the vajrapani hand shone with a pale yellow light.

"Actually, you could have killed my mother and son a long time ago, why did you have to wait until now!"

Madame Bai no longer retreated, leaned slightly, leaned sideways to block the feminine man's vajra hand, and protected the child in her arms in her arms, her eyes flashed with a trace of ruthlessness.

"Don't struggle, although "Sword Falling in Yannan" is powerful, it is a swordsmanship. It's a pity that you are using your palm, and the few internal forces you have already crossed to him. ”

The feminine man's eyes narrowed slowly, and he suddenly turned his head, and the vajra hand that was originally pointing at Mrs. Bai in his hand also turned abruptly, and the five fingers of the vajra hand suddenly turned into golden lotuses, and shot quickly towards the white afterimage in mid-air.

"Light Gong Baiyunyou, a person from the Yanyun Sect?"

The man with the knife recognized the identity of the person at a glance, flipped his wrist, then raised his arm, threw the narrow knife into the air steadily, and stabbed the afterimage, but unfortunately it only stabbed a piece of clothing, not itself.

"I didn't expect that the dignified Yanyun Sect would also have a relationship with the undercover agents of the Wild North!"

After the feminine man heard the words of the knife-wielding man, he did not pause in doubt, but laughed loudly and resounded these words through the mountains and forests.

"The name of my Yanyun Sect is something that you cats and dogs can slander!"

The small eyes squinting on the feminine man's face suddenly bloomed, and his ears moved slightly. The arm shrank suddenly, and the handle of the Vajra Hand held in his hand spun rapidly, and strands of golden silk threads loomed from the knuckles of the Vajra Hand, connecting with the golden lotuses flying in mid-air.

The little one still couldn't hold his breath. ”

Poof.

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

The feminine man's fingers gently caressed the strands of golden silk threads in the air, and the golden lotus that suddenly moved in the air slowly withdrew into King Kong's hand under the traction of the golden silk threads.

The five purple-colored fingers of Vajrapani's gold paint dripped drops of scarlet blood.

The man in the white cloud shirt who fell from the tree covered the ankle that had been cut open by the golden lotus and oozes blood, and there was a rare trace of anger on his face, but the deepest part of his eyes was still indifferent.