Luo Tianfan rushed here with two guards after several twists and turns, and when he arrived, he saw the Blue Feather King who threw him and those guards out of Guiyan Tower last time, and when he heard what he said, he couldn't help but be angry: "Why are you again?"

Several eighth-level martial artists of the Glory Mercenary Regiment blushed one by one, with their level of cultivation, I don't know how many years I haven't heard anyone say anything to insult you in person, but today they heard them one by one, and one of the slightly impulsive giants shouted angrily: "Blue Feather King, you dare to insult our Glory Mercenary Group?"

The Blue Feather King glanced at him disdainfully, and when he saw him clenching his fists, he sneered: "Look at your bear-like appearance, you don't have the courage to speak without bringing the Glory Mercenary Group, right?

If you put it in the past, the Blue Feather King still has a lot of scruples about the Bright Moon Empire's Glory Mercenary Group, and its members are nothing, the most important thing is the head and deputy head of the corps, they are all ninth-level martial saint-level figures. Especially that Commander Luo, who was already a powerful ninth-level martial saint thousands of years ago, no one wanted to provoke such a powerful person casually. But now, in less than three months, the Blue Feather King, who has broken through from the low-level peak of the ninth-level Martial Saint to the current peak of the middle-level of the ninth-level Martial Saint, doesn't care much about offending the Glory Mercenary Group. After all, they were going on this trip with the psychological preparation of offending the royal family of the Mingyue Empire, can the Glory Mercenary Group beat the royal family of the Mingyue Empire no matter how awesome it is?

However, no matter what, the Blue Feather King's words obviously touched the heartstrings of the eighth-level martial venerables of the Glory Mercenary Group, all of them were veteran members of the mercenary group who were loyal to the mercenary group, and now they were insulted by the Blue Feather King in person, how could this breath be swallowed? So, in the roar of the giant man of the eighth-level martial venerable, a total of six eighth-level martial venerables present in the Glory Mercenary Group pounced on the Blue Feather King.

Wang Yang, a person at the peak of the eighth-level Martial Venerable, was undoubtedly one of the main forces, and if it was replaced by other ninth-level Martial Saint-level existences that had been famous for a long time, then even if they were humiliated again, the six eighth-level Martial Venerables of the Glory Mercenary Regiment would not be so impulsive to pounce on them desperately. But this ninth-level martial saint is the Blue Feather King, then it's different, although the Blue Feather King is respected as a genius martial saint, but no matter how talented he is, he has only broken through to the ninth-level martial saint level for a short period of three hundred years, isn't it? And there are six eighth-level martial artists present in their glory mercenary group, and among them, there is also Wang Yang, the existence of the peak of the eighth-level martial arts, and the other five people have the lowest cultivation level of the eighth-level martial venerable, and the cultivation of the eighth-level martial venerable high-level peak is also as many as two, such awesome strength, naturally dare to compete with the blue feather king, the new ninth-level martial saint.

Seeing that these people actually dared to make a move, the Blue Feather King sneered in his heart, not to mention that he had already broken through to the middle level of the ninth-level Martial Saint, even before he broke through, the six people in front of him couldn't help him.

In the carriage, Mo Xian turned his head to look at Ouyang Wannian, with a look of inquiry in his eyes.

Ouyang Wannian understood what he meant, shook his head with a smile, and said lightly: "These people, they can't help Lao Lan, let's just wait and see." ”

Mo Xian nodded, and then looked out with bright eyes, several eighth-level Martial Venerable-level masters besieged a ninth-level Martial Saint-level existence, such a big battle was definitely not encountered in a thousand years.

I don't know how to get the curtain of the carriage, Ouyang Wannian just pressed it a few times in one place, and he could clearly see the scene outside from the inside of the carriage, which was very magical.

Outside the carriage, the Blue Feather King and the six eighth-level Martial Venerables had already started their hands, and the giant man with the high-level cultivation of the eighth-level Martial Venerable took the lead, and his huge fist blasted towards the Blue Feather King like thunder. The rest of the people showed their weapons one after another, and slashed at the Blue Feather King, these weapons or knives or swords or staffs, etc., were all spiritual weapons obtained from the Divine Soldier House at a great price, and their power was extraordinary.

Looking at the giant man's fist close, the Blue Feather King did not dodge or dodge, and also blasted out with a punch, and the extremely thick Yuan Force of the Ninth Martial Saint Intermediate suddenly exploded, just like this, it seemed to be a casual punch, but it implied an absolutely terrifying power......

The giant man seemed to be reckless and impulsive, but he still retained three points of strength when he made a move, and at this time, seeing that the Blue Feather King actually ignored the sharp slashes of his companions towards him, but chose to bombard him, which frightened the giant man to dodge stubbornly. But how could the Blue Feather King let him get his wish? The punch that slammed into the giant man remained unchanged, but the fingers of his left hand stretched out and flicked a few times, and a few rays of light met the sharp rays of the other martial artists.

"Whew!" "Whew!" "Whew!" ......

In this way, the sharp mangs slashed by several martial artists with spiritual weapons were neutralized, and the punch that the Blue Feather King blasted out did not pause at all......

Wang Yang was shocked when he saw this, he was the one who had cultivated to the highest level, seeing that the situation was critical, he immediately roared "silence", and a shocking sword qi that seemed to be about to cut through the void suddenly exploded, this move almost drained all of Wang Yang's Yuan Force's killer moves, and finally made the Blue Feather King slightly moved.

As soon as the fist was retracted, his body flashed like a ghost, avoiding this amazing sword aura when he couldn't make a move. Although with his cultivation, he could completely resist this sword qi with his fists, but even if he was not injured in that case, he would definitely not feel good, so the Blue Feather King chose to avoid it for the time being.

This simple battle finally made the people of the Glory Mercenary Group understand that the ninth-level Martial Saint was the ninth-level Martial Saint, and it was not something that a few of them could provoke by the eighth-level Martial Saints. In particular, Wang Yang's feeling was deeper, in order to save the giant man, he used the killer sword move "Silence", although he quickly took the high-level Hui Yuan Dan after issuing this move, but he still felt weak, how can he fight with others in this state?

However, now it is difficult to ride a tiger, even if they don't want to fight, they can't help it, unless they can sincerely bow their heads and admit their mistakes, maybe the Blue Feather King will let them go generously. But this move is related to the honor of the Glory Mercenary Group, and it will make them feel worse than killing them at such a moment.

"The paralyzed, give it to me, and arrest that guy for Ben Shao!" Luo Tianfan shouted scolding beside him.

Although he also understood the power of the ninth-level Martial Saint, but seeing that Uncle Yang was so powerful that he "forced the Blue Feather King" to retreat with one move, and then thought that there were six eighth-level Martial Saints on the side, could he still not be able to kill this Blue Feather King who had only been promoted to the ninth-level Martial Saint for more than three hundred years? Therefore, this straw bag young head shouted such arrogant words.

The six martial artists of the Glory Mercenary Regiment secretly complained in their hearts when they heard this, but no one could retreat at this moment, so they could only continue to attack the Blue Feather King, even if they wanted to make peace, they had to fight dozens or hundreds of times first. Therefore, they attacked the Blue Feather King one by one, and all kinds of strange tricks came out one after another, not expecting to be able to defeat the Blue Feather King, but only hoping to hold on for a little longer, and not to fall so quickly.

Although the strength of the Blue Feather King's ninth-level Martial Saint Intermediate can completely defeat the opponent, in the case of the opponents desperately trying their best one by one, if they want to win unscathed, they naturally cannot be done with a few moves. Therefore, the two sides fought back and forth extremely fiercely, and at the beginning, the two sides could still account for half of the offensive, but in less than half a pillar of incense, it was always the Blue Feather King who pressed the six people to fight.

Just when the battle between the Blue Feather King and the six Martial Venerables was fierce, Xiao San, the initiator, didn't greet any of them, and secretly sneaked to the other side of the carriage, ready to slip away while everyone was not paying attention, but suddenly heard a slightly immature voice shouting-

"Stop!"

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