Xiyang Town.

Tiger Forty-One was sitting in the restaurant with his eyes squinted, his eyes narrowed as straight as they had always been, so that no one else could see the changes in his heart.

It's the fifth day of the lunar month, so it's time for my brother to arrive, right?

Outside the restaurant, the snow is beginning to clear, and the middle of the road is paved with black bricks, while the snow is piled up on both sides, and the air is faintly filled with the smell of ice and snow.

He took a sip of tea, thinking about his plans for the future with his brotherhood.

Senior brother should be more than enough to fight against the grandmaster "Cold Smoke" Tian Yuan, and his main opponent is the twenty-three sword servants under Tian Yuan.

Since Senior Brother has already controlled the Yin Array, he should be able to use this formation to seal the road in a narrow place.

Then work with yourself to defeat each one without having to deal directly with all the enemies.

After all, in addition to Tian Yuan and the twenty-three swordsmen in the Mo Shang Sword Society, there are not a few other masters.

Jiang Feng has forty-six swords in the sea of clouds, but they are top-level skill-type exercises, each style is like an antelope hanging horns, there is no trace, virtual and real, and it is difficult to predict.

In a face-to-face fight, he and his senior brother should not be opponents.

Therefore, the key to this battle is to be surprised, as well as the perfect use of the senior brother's yin array, plus some gadgets he carried, the winning rate should still be very high.

After Na Tian Yuan and the twenty-three swordsmen were settled, the rest of them were not a problem.

"In the mirror..."There was a hint of urgency in the tiger's forty-eyed eyes, "I hope everything goes well, but this time I have inherited the favor of my senior brother, and I don't know when I will be able to return it in the next day." ”

"Although Senior Brother took away the opportunity to promote himself to the second level of the Curse Sutra, but that time it was his own negligence that led to the resurgence of the Curse, so to speak... I still owe my brother a big favor. ”

"It's really hard. Tiger Forty-One rubbed his temples, his slightly squinted eyes glinting with a terrifying light.

"I hope I have the opportunity to return the favor, otherwise... I can only find a chance to kill my senior brother!"

"That's it. ”

Tiger Forty-One is a very grateful person, but if someone makes him feel that he can't afford it, he will choose to kill that person.

There are many ways to kill, and it is not just a battle of strength, which he has already understood when he stepped into the valley of Tiger Mountain Villa with more than a thousand brothers and sisters.

Coupled with a little luck, he was the only one out of more than 1,000 people who survived to the end.

As Tiger Forty-One pondered, he couldn't help but raise his head at a concussive sensation from afar.

What's going on? Is it an earthquake?

Not only him, but almost all the people who came and went in Xiyang Town, as well as the townspeople, had such doubts.

They looked up and looked into the distance, where there was nothing.

Boom Boom!

It was like a rolling thunderbolt coming from afar.

Everyone finally saw clearly, it was a white smoke rushing in a crooked curve, and the white smoke seemed to be wrapped in some terrifying monster, and everything collapsed everywhere it went.

White smoke is dust produced by the collapse and destruction of surrounding mountains and forests.

In the white smoke, the muscle giant and the boy chased each other one after the other.

The two of them had already crushed almost all the creatures, mountains, woods, and houses along the way, and it was no exaggeration to say that it was a catastrophe.

"You monster—" The muscular giant's voice was hoarse, the result of the extreme dryness of his throat that had not been wet for a long time.

"If it weren't for your weak body, I would have wondered if you were my brother..."

"Weak?" Xia Ren frowned.

"Your internal force protects your body tightly like armor, so tight that my broken jade qi can't break it!"

In fact, when it comes to internal force, Xia Ren is still a little embarrassed, after all, cheating at the beginning generally comes with more than a thousand years of pure internal force, which is too hurtful.

And the person in front of him obviously relied on his own strength to train step by step.

The nature of the two is completely different.

"Aren't you trying to take me away?" said Xia Ren, who smiled strangely.

The corner of the muscle giant's eyes twitched, but he didn't reply.

After cultivating the Immortal True Scripture, he actually had a great advantage in the seizure, but the internal strength of the young man in front of him was too terrifying, even if he tried his best, he should only win or lose.

Take away the body of this monster boy, or turn it into his nourishment.

The longer he lived, the more afraid he was of death, so he didn't dare to bet on the odds of fifty.

The reason why he is still supported along the way is nothing more than his partner in the drunken dream of death, who can consume the physical strength of this monster boy as much as possible, let his will be exhausted, his energy will be exhausted, and then he will take the opportunity to take it in one fell swoop!

However, this obviously does not work.

So he stopped, stopped at the entrance of the grove, took a deep breath, and as if he had made up his mind, his eyes fixed on the approaching boy.

A dark shadow slowly walked out behind him, and when the dark shadow was exposed to the sun, he saw that it was a lazy drunkard with a scruffy beard.

Xia Ren was stunned for a moment and frowned, because he had already recognized the drunkard.

Although there is only one side, this drunkard has a deep impression on him, and he is the person who guards the door in the Winter Club in the Pile Stone Lane of Red Leaf City.

If he remembered correctly, the drunkard's name was Xia Wuwu!

He raised his head with a carefree smile, his lips filled with intense joy, and then his eyes opened slightly, revealing confusion, sadness, and frustration, and even his pupils lost focus.

Such a mixture of negative emotions has a strange magic, and even makes the person watching in a trance, unable to remember his face.

He only said two words.

The first sentence: "The head of the house, the little crow seems to have woken up Tang Jing, and she is still calling your name in her dream." ”

Second sentence: "But... I want her heart to decorate the Cave of Immortality, don't you think?"

Xia Ren's eyes narrowed, and the information brought by just two sentences poured into his mind like an explosion.

At this moment, the person in the second house of life and death on the opposite side suddenly made a move.

The giant bared its hideous white fangs, the muscular snake in its right hand swelled rapidly, scorching steam emanating from the arm as thick as an elephant's hoof, and a black and white crumbling ceramic-like aura covered the fist.

The lazy drunkard suddenly poured a large sip of wine, and the corners of his mouth outlined a thick smile, but his right hand holding the green bamboo pole was motionless.

Stillness is like sculpture.

It is like thunder to collect anger, and it is like the blue light of the river and the sea.

Because he had practiced the Great Dream Sutra, he was cursed and could not take the step of the Great Grandmaster.

However, the twenty-nine qi rivers of the mortal limit had already been cultivated to saturation, and he had already cultivated to perfection the various top-level skill-type exercises, the secret methods that had never been passed on by the various sects, and even the evil methods that had been lost for a long time hundreds of years ago.

In terms of skills, he is a well-deserved great master, and his every move is appropriate.

He didn't even need to think about what moves to use, because every move he made was already the strongest!

At this point, his right hand was still, silent, petrified, and unnoticed.

It's just such a hand, but it's the hand of death.

In the flash of light, the two of them had already jumped up.

The giant fist pulled out the scorching white mist, like a black and white meteor!

In the mist, an emerald green bamboo pole is as quiet as a midnight cemetery, even if it moves at high speed, it will not bring any air fluctuations!

The bamboo pole is hidden under the mist of the giant fist, like the scythe of the silent of death.