The place where this time came was on a hillside, and at the bottom of the hillside there was a small building located in the col, and the top of the mountain was closed on all sides, and the ancient trees were towering to the sky, and only a corner of the sky could be seen overhead.

Zhao Ping'an moved his limbs casually, and his eyes swept around. There is no one around, on the hillside, there is a long step stone standing alone, more than a foot into the soil, behind the stone is a small mound, the soil color is still new.

Zhao Ping'an sighed in his heart, and walked slowly to the stone, and sure enough, there were two lines of words engraved on the stone:

Beloved wife Wu Qianqian's best city

Mid-autumn Jiachen Zhongzhou Xin Wen Zhaoli

The poem is still engraved on the back of the stele: mourning the sky, earning love;

Zhao Ping'an supported the ground with an axe and stood silently in front of the monument, not knowing what he was thinking.

Yes, Zhao Ping'an, who entered the world this time, still used the preset shape one, but he made some reinforcements in terms of force. After all, in the Yun Clan's martial arts world, the truth that fists are the boss is pursued even more.

After a long time, Zhao Ping'an got up, carried the "Open Heaven" on his shoulders, and strode towards the ancient building under the hillside.

In front of the ancient building, there are already human voices.

Zhao Ping'an did not mean to hide his traces, and walked directly to the open space in front of the building.

More than a dozen men and women in the open space all cast different meanings of eyes at him.

Zhao Ping'an asked coldly: "Who is Le Zhengzhong?"

On the right side of the clearing, a black-robed man was lying prone on the ground, his right arm was fractured, his left arm shoulder joint was removed, and his left knee was shattered, and he was already dying.

Hearing Zhao Ping'an's question, the black-robed man reluctantly raised his head and shouted, "The old man is, this brother, save me." ”

The black-robed man is about a year old, with a pig-shaped face, and his appearance is incomprehensible, and even his face is purple and brown, and when he appears at night, he will scare his timid friends unconscious.

Zhao Ping'an said indifferently: "Just like a scumbag like Your Excellency, Zhao is already merciful to you if he doesn't kill you." Now, Zhao just wants to see what happens to you. ”

A branch shot out from Zhao Ping'an's hand like lightning, penetrating the only intact right leg of the black-robed man Le Zhengzhong, and nailed Le Zhengzhong to the ground.

Le Zhengzhong let out a terrible cry and grabbed the ground with his head, bleeding all over his face.

More than a dozen men and women on the lookers all changed color, and their feet moved quickly, faintly forming a small formation to prepare for emergencies.

A middle-aged man in gray stood at the front, seemingly the leader of the group. He arched his hand and said in a deep voice: "Good hand flying flowers and picking leaves, Your Excellency's deep internal skills, dare to ask the surname Gao?"

Zhao Ping'an casually took the "Open Heaven" into his hand, and said coldly: "Under Zhao Ping'an, where are you sacred? What are you doing here?"

The gray-clothed middle-aged man's face changed greatly, he retreated five feet, flashed into his partner, and then said with a sneer: "It turned out to be the 'Demon Axe Killing God' Zhao Daxia in person, and he has admired his name for a long time." ”

Zhao Ping'an said coldly: "Your Excellency has not answered Zhao's question yet. ”

The man in gray straightened his chest and shouted: "We are the heroes of Luo Tian, and we are here to capture the traitor Xin Wenzhao of our own sect, and I am in charge of the outer hall, and my surname is Zhou Mingbao." ”

The corners of Zhao Ping'an's mouth twitched, and he said: "The Jishui leopard in the twenty-eight nights has been admired for a long time. Didn't Your Excellency follow the Liu family brothers to rebel and fight the world? When did you become a lackey of the Great and Small Luo Tianmen again?"

Zhou Bao's face turned from white to red, and then from red to blue, and said with a cruel smile: "Zhou respects that your surname Zhao is a figure in the martial arts, so you treat each other with courtesy." I don't want Your Excellency to be so ignorant, beware that Zhou is not polite to you. ”

Zhao Ping'an smiled lightly: "With Your Excellency's two-handed and three-legged cat kung fu, how can you be unkind to Zhao?"

Zhou Bao laughed wildly again, and then retreated eight feet. With a wave of his hand, the eight young men and women behind him swept out lightly, and the long sword was unsheathed, surrounding Zhao Ping'an at the core. Only then did he say compassionately: "Zhou is self-aware, not your opponent." However, these eight disciples of this sect are all more than ten top masters in the United States, and they have spent eight years training martial arts elites. I don't know if Zhao Daxia, with the joint efforts of the eight of them, can still be as majestic as Fang Cai. ”

Zhao Ping'an's eyes were like lightning, and they swept over the faces of eight young men and women who were like sculptures and had expressionless faces. Cai said slowly: "Eight years ago, the owner of your village suddenly hid in the rivers and lakes, and it turned out that he was secretly training this group of young masters, which must have his own grand plans. Eight years is really a long time, I don't know how these disciples of Guizhuang worshiped under Guizhuang? Eight years ago, they must have been innocent children in their early tens, why did their parents let them join the notorious ** organization of Xiao Luotian? It is really strange. ”

A trace of panic flashed across Zhou Leopard's face, and he shouted, "Shut up!"

Zhao Ping'an didn't mean to stop at all, and continued leisurely: "Looking at the appearance of these eight young people, you can think of how cruel and ruthless you are in training them, and how inhuman nature is. The young man named Xin Wenzhao, although Zhao didn't know him, he must be a good man and knew how to distinguish between right and wrong, so he resolutely parted ways with Guizhuang. ”

A girl in the sword array, a trace of sadness flashed on her face, and the tip of the sword, which was originally as steady as a rock, actually trembled unconsciously.

Not only her, but the faces of the other seven young men and women were also full of waves.

Zhou Bao saw that something was wrong, and hurriedly shouted: "Do it, kill the person surnamed Zhao!

The eight disciples hesitated for a moment, and with a deep sound, the eight swords came out together, and under the scorching sun, the eight long swords turned into ten thousand golden snakes, converging from all directions, shrouding Zhao Ping'an at the core under the ten thousand swords.

The power of Luo Tian's eight years of terrifying control was like a ghost entangled in their souls, although they listened to Zhao Ping'an's words and were greatly touched in their hearts, but the idea of resistance was still suppressed. Under Zhou Bao's order, they still subconsciously obeyed the command.

Zhao Ping'an smiled at the corner of his lips, and the open sky axe spun up, "Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng!" Four clear sounds, bursting the four swords that attacked head-on, a clear whistle sounded, and the humanized streamer broke out of the encirclement, and flew towards Zhou Leopard who was several feet away at a dazzling speed.

Zhou Leopard was so frightened that he didn't dare to accept the move, and retreated backwards with a loud shout. He shouted in a panic: "Lord Shangmen, tell your people to go up together! Stop him and kill him." ”

Zhou Bao and his entourage have a total of fourteen people, in addition to Zhou Bao and eight young people, there are five people in green robes who are not under the big and small Luo Tianmen, the one who is the head, the green robe man has a special figure, five short figures, fat like a meat ball, sharp at the top and round at the bottom, the pointed head is bright at the top of the door, and there is a circle of short gray hair around him, small eyes rosacea, and a big mouth with a big mouth exposed. The two legs are like short tree stumps, supporting the oversized waist and hips, which is quite unbearable. It is the famous master of the West Heavenly Gate who is famous for the eight exquisite sources on the left and right: the tumbler Shang Xitian.

Zhao Ping'an didn't expect that this well-known Jishui leopard on the rivers and lakes didn't dare to accept the move, and he couldn't succeed with an axe, and then he saw that Zhou Leopard had retreated behind a group of people from the tumbler.

The tumbler scolded Zhou Leopard in his heart, but when he saw that behind Zhao Ping'an, the eight young masters were attacking with great speed, and after a little hesitation, he still drew his sword out of the sheath. Several of his henchmen also drew their swords.

This became the most wrong choice in his life, and it was also the last choice.

Without waiting for the tumbler to speak, the Sky Opening Axe danced like an angry dragon, launching a rapid attack towards them like a cloud and lightning, bursting out of the sky full of black mangs, like a thunderbolt from the sky, rushing into the crowd with an unstoppable momentum, rushing and making mistakes, spilling blood rain all over the sky.

The tragic screams were everywhere, and countless birds and birds in the forest were frightened.

The eight young masters suddenly stopped in shape, and their faces were as white as snow.

Zhao Pingran stood on the edge of the clearing, the axe of opening the sky was raised diagonally, and the blood was dripping down.

The West Heavenly Gate has been guided by the Buddha since the door master is still below the West Heaven, and the whole group has been led by the Buddha to be reborn in bliss.

Zhou Leopard was hit by three axes, was abolished two arms and one leg, fell to the ground and shouted more than once, and the dying Le Zhengzhong on the side contrasted with each other, a pair of difficult brothers.

Zhao Ping'an raised his voice and said: "A few little brothers, go back to your hometown! Don't be a murderer of Luo Tian anymore." How did you fall into the hands of Xiao Luotian when you were 10 years old? In the past eight years, have you lived a human life? That Xin Wenzhao child is a good example for you, leaving a sense of affection and righteousness, and seeing each other in the future. ”

Zhou Bao, who was still dying and struggling, shouted: "Don't listen to his nonsense, go on!

A disciple's sword suddenly turned towards Zhou Leopard and pressed forward coldly.

"You ......," Zhou Bao cried out in horror.

"It's time for us to rebel. The disciple sprinted forward.

"Leave it to me!" the other disciple shouted angrily, his hands raised.

Zhou Bao couldn't dodge anymore, and the two broken souls were nailed into his body, his body shook, and he shouted: "You...... You guys...... Hey!" The third money dart entered his chest, followed by a fourth throwing knife.

The figure pounced, the sword slashed through the air, and the first disciple rushed viciously and cut off Zhou Leopard's big head with a sword.