Deng Fei's hammer smashed down, and this time the young master of the Iron Sword Gate didn't scream, just snorted, because his chest, which had already broken his ribs, was dented a few points under Deng Fei's hammer.

How could the young master of the Iron Sword Gate ever think that these two people who follow him like dogs on weekdays would also have a day of backlashing against their master.

"Wow... Woo.... Wow... I...."

A large amount of blood spat out of Deng Fei's mouth, and he wanted to say something but couldn't say it clearly.

Deng Fei's actions were tantamount to arousing the resonance of the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect, and they all picked up the long swords on the ground and rushed towards the young master.

"Die, you give me death, I want to avenge my little sister. ”

"Scum, since I am doomed to death, I will also dig out your heart to avenge my wife before I die. ”

"Big brother, have you seen it, have you seen the fate of this animal? ”

These Iron Sword Sect disciples stabbed the young master with their swords and shouted hysterically, because many of the most important people in their lives had been destroyed in the hands of this young master.

At that time, they chose to be cowardly because they were greedy for life and afraid of death, chose to forget because they were not strong enough, and chose to give up their dignity because they were unwilling to be glorious and rich, and followed behind the young master like dogs.

But today, when death is destined to come, their mentality has undergone a complete transformation, and the past has swept like a burst of water, which has broken through the vanity of glory and wealth, taken away their cowardice, and awakened the last bit of dignity in their hearts.

The unknown is the greatest fear, when the end is doomed, they have no worries, at this moment they even feel that death is a kind of soul liberation, eternal purification, but also a belated redemption.

They will die, but they must take this young head with them before they die.

This sudden change surprised everyone, and Wang Du didn't expect that the final outcome of this young master of the Iron Sword Sect would be so miserable.

Wang Du did not stop, he took Ding Wang under the sunset and continued to walk towards the City Lord's Mansion.

At this time, in an inn in Canglan City, an old man who was meditating with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes.

Such an old man is the head of the Iron Sword Sect, the new eight-rank ancestor Luo Songxian, Luo Songxian, who was meditating, suddenly had a whim, he felt inexplicably restless in his heart, as if a blood relative had died.

With a pinching of his fingers, Luo Songxian's whole body was agitated, and the monstrous hatred rushed straight to the nine skies! With blood-red eyes, he disappeared into the inn in a teleport.

"Qin'er, after the auction, go to the City Lord's Mansion and give a copy of the invitation to the Qinglin Club to this young man, he..."

"Feng'er!"

The roar came from the mouth of Luo Songxian, who had teleported, and when he arrived here, he saw his only son Luo Feng lying on the ground, his whole body covered with shocking wounds, and he was already lifeless.

And beside Luo Feng, there were still many disciples of the Iron Sword Sect, and they were also as lifeless as Luo Feng.

"Who, who, who dares to kill my Luo Songxian's son!" The furious Luo Songxian searched everywhere, he wanted to find the person who killed his son.

Soon, Wang Du was exposed to Luo Songxian's divine thoughts, and there was no need to hesitate at all, he immediately confirmed that Wang Du and Luo Feng's death were inseparable, because he sensed a trace of Luo Feng's resentment from Wang Du!

"Where to run. ”

Luo Songxian shouted, waved his hand, and slashed towards Wang Du with a sword qi. However, he naturally didn't go all out in order to keep his mouth alive, and his target was only Wang Du's legs.

Wang Du's perception was so powerful, he felt the crisis at the first time, and without hesitation, he hurriedly pushed Ding Wang away, and at the same time dodged himself.

However, Luo Songxian's sword qi actually changed direction as if his eyes had swelled, and he followed.

Knowing that he couldn't avoid this sword, Wang Du could only stubbornly take it, holding the star-snatching in his hand, his whole body True Yuan was exhausted, and at the same time, the mysterious runes covered with the bones of Wang Du's whole body also seemed to feel the crisis, and they provided Wang Du with an inexplicable power like never before.

This kind of power is very weak, but it contains the supreme and supreme aura, and under its blessing, Wang Du's strength has exploded by fifty percent.

"Bang"

Snatching the stars and Luo Songxian's sword qi collided, and the result can be imagined, Wang Du is only a six-rank immortal master after all, even with the help of the Panwang bloodline and mysterious runes, he only barely took Luo Songxian's unfinished move, and Wang Du also spit out a mouthful of blood, which made Luo Songxian's sword qi shocked.

"Is there a way for Shizun to save him?" Zhou Qin asked the middle-aged beauty.

"Hey, if I'm not mistaken, this Luo Songxian should be an eighth-grade ancestor, unless Uncle Ning is here, ....." Seeing Wang Du's cultivation of a sixth-grade immortal master as a hard move to connect with an eighth-grade ancestor, the shock in the heart of the middle-aged beauty is not small. She didn't finish her words, if Luo Songxian was just a seventh-grade real person, she would have already rescued her, but unfortunately she couldn't do anything in the face of the eighth-grade ancestor.

"Eight-Rank Ancestor? He actually received the angry blow of the Eight-Rank Ancestor? Impossible, this is absolutely impossible, how can there be such a person who is against the sky in the world. ”

Zhou Qin's talent is extremely high, she was already a six-rank immortal master when she just turned twenty years old, and such an achievement has always been her pride. Although she was proud of her achievements, she was not ignorant and proud, she clearly knew that the gap between the sixth-grade immortal master and the seventh-grade real person could be described as a world of difference.

So when she heard her master say that Luo Songxian was an eight-rank ancestor, the first thing she thought of was that Wang Du, who was also a sixth-grade immortal master, actually took a sword qi from the eight-rank ancestor, although Wang Du was also injured and vomited blood, but this also broke Zhou Qin's perception of strength, and she thought that when she faced this sword qi, she must be a dead end.

The middle-aged beauty glanced at Zhou Qin distressedly, Zhou Qin's talent is undoubtedly powerful, although she is not the most rebellious genius, but she is also the top among her peers.

It's a pity that Zhou Qinsheng was born at the wrong time, and there was such a monster as Wang Du among his peers, and the middle-aged beauty could even foresee Wang Du's peerless heroism in suppressing a generation of Tianjiao many years later.

"Qin'er, your Dao heart is in turmoil, he is him, you are you, although he is like a mountain, you can also be the person who bravely climbs the peak, his existence is the misfortune of your generation, but also your greatest luck, with him you will understand that the Tao is endless, the sky is boundless, only by sticking to the Dao heart can you go further. ”

The middle-aged beauty's words went straight to her heart, and she woke up Zhou Qin with one word, stabilized her Dao heart again, and let her regain her self-confidence.

"He is like a high mountain, and I can also climb the peak! Thank you, Master, the disciple has been taught. ”