Looking at the black dots like arrows, rushing from behind, Liao Wuwei couldn't help but have a look of despair on his face.

As Yang Ming said, if he is allowed to leave now and leave the other party to stop the black-robed man, he will not be able to do it anyway, this is a matter of character, leaving his brother to flee alone, what is the matter?

The two glanced at each other, both smiled slightly, and then nodded, Yang Ming took the black iron sword from his backpack, and looked coldly at the black-robed man who rushed to his face, with a strong battle intent in his eyes.

Since you can't run, you just stay and fight with it, although you are still honoring to die.

"Kill!"

Liao Wuwei let out a loud cry in his mouth, his body moved violently, and he rushed out towards the black-robed man who was rushing forward, and the dagger in his hand was hidden behind him, and he could strike a fatal blow at any time.

"Fight!"

Yang Ming snorted coldly, and the black iron sword poured down, the tip of the sword was in the dirt, and the body was like a cannonball, rushing out, and the blunt blade cut a deep ravine on the ground.

"Hey, that's interesting. ”

The black-robed man looked at the two people who rushed towards him, a meaningful color flashed in his eyes, and the soles of his front feet stomped on the ground, because the black-robed man's speed was too fast, when the figure stopped, a strong wave of qi rushed away the surrounding leaves.

At the same time, the veins in the black-robed human body shook, and the surging internal force came out of the body, covering the entire surface of the body, the palm of the hand went vertically, the five fingers were opened, and the strong internal force converged in the palm, and then slapped towards the two of them.

Yang Ming and the others, who rushed over, seemed to have hit a layer of turbulent waves at the moment when the black robe swung out this palm, and their bodies suddenly flew back upside down and slammed on the ground.

After the faces of the two of them turned blue and red, a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out.

Originally, they had injuries on their bodies, but after receiving this palm, the two of them suddenly lost their combat effectiveness, and their breath was also weakened to the extreme.

"The internal force is released, and the realm of the know-how?"

Yang Ming and the two glanced at each other, and they both understood the look of horror in their eyes, they could feel that the strength of this black-robed man was very strong, but the specific strength could not be judged.

This time it's really going to die.

The two sighed helplessly, in front of a master of this level, they had almost lost the desire to escape, because, in front of the powerhouses of the Tongqi Realm, they did not have the slightest chance to escape.

The black-robed man raised his feet, walked in front of the two of them, looked at them condescendingly, pulled the corners of his mouth, and said with a gloomy smile: "If it weren't for you killing the descendants of the divine beasts, the old man would really want to accept you as a registered disciple, but it's a pity ......."

As he spoke, he grabbed the collars of the two of them, however, at this moment, a faint voice, like a thunderous roar, slowly sounded in his ears.

"If you want to suck them into your Poison Dragon Sect, ......have you asked Lao Tzu's opinion?"

As soon as the words fell, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, blocking the black-robed man who suddenly stretched out his hand, and immediately said in a deep voice: "Originally, I just suspected, but I didn't expect that there were really remnants of the Poisonous Dragon Sect in the Demon Horn Ridge. ”

When Liao Wuwei saw this figure, he immediately burst into tears.

"You're... Colorful old man?"

Seeing this old man in a colorful robe, the black-robed man's pupils couldn't help but shrink violently, thinking about it, the black-robed man was no stranger to this colorful figure.

"I actually know Lao Tzu, it seems that the tragedy of the Iron Sword Gate must be you behind the scenes, well, it's really good, I actually moved my mind to Lao Tzu, if I don't give you an unforgettable lesson in the Poison Dragon Sect today, the people in the rivers and lakes really think that my colorful old man is muddy. The calm face of the colorful old man turned iron-blue, and he immediately said viciously.

Half a year ago, Tiejianmen almost died of the poison of devouring the heart, this news has aroused the great attention of the Wumeng, in the rivers and lakes, with a slap of the poison master can be counted, the colorful old man is one of them.

As a result, he naturally became one of the objects of attention and suspicion of the Wu League.

"The Poisonous Dragon Sect is divided into the left and right Dharma Kings under the Sect Master, and under the Dharma King, it is divided into the Five Elements Protector, and under the Dharma Protector is divided into twelve heavens, and below it is three thousand sect members, in the heyday of the Poison Dragon Sect, your strength can only be a leader, but now it is different from the past, the Poison Dragon Sect has fallen, and your strength is also good, you should be able to mix the heavens, right?" The colorful old man glanced up and down at the black-robed man, snorted coldly, and asked.

"Junior black-robed Tiandu!" the black-robed man arched his hand towards the colorful old man and said lightly.

"Hmm... One Tiandu is barely enough. The colorful old man nodded slightly, if he wanted to teach the Poison Dragon Sect an unforgettable lesson, he had to start from their top level, and it was best to kill one of them.

Now, the Poison Dragon Sect has just recovered a little bit of vitality, and if this black-robed man dies in the hands of the colorful old man, it is estimated that the high-level leaders of the Poison Dragon Sect will die of distress.

It is not easy to cultivate a general knowledge realm, it is not a matter of one or two days, but a matter of decades, a Tiandu died at the door of his own house like this, even if he is not distressed to death, he will die of depression.

"Dignified, do you mean that you want to stay in this Tiandu?" the black-robed man smiled gloomily, looked at the colorful old man meaningfully, and asked.

"What do you say?" Hearing this, the colorful old man couldn't help but roll his eyes and asked rhetorically.

"Jiji, as far as the juniors know, the strength of the colorful seniors has always been at the peak of the Tongzhi realm, if you really want to make a move, the juniors are indeed not your opponents, but they are all determined to go this day, and the seniors may not be able to stop them. The black-robed man didn't seem to be afraid of the colorful old man at all, and said indifferently.

"Hey, you're right, it's really a bit difficult to stop you with Lao Tzu's current strength, but... You seem to have forgotten, what is Lao Tzu's best means......" The colorful old man looked at the black-robed old man with a smile, and he could almost squeeze out a chrysanthemum on his dry face.

"Hehe, what do you mean by poison art?" The black-robed man smiled dumbly and said, "Have you forgotten that the Poison Dragon Sect is the ancestor of playing with poison, ...... you?"

The black-robed man wanted to say something, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, his eyes widened, and he stared at the colorful old man opposite, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

He is one of the twelve heavenly capitals of the Poison Dragon Sect, he is familiar with the poison art of the world, and he has refined the body that is invincible to all poisons, how could he be poisoned?

After a few breaths, the black-robed Tiandu's body turned golden, and a corrosive sound of "snorting" slowly came out of his body, and then, in Yang Ming's shocked gaze, the black-robed Tiandu turned into a puddle of golden liquid and sprinkled it on the ground.