Chapter 301 The corpse is talking (33)
"What a fucking bummer."
At this moment, this group of warriors showed no fear and just sat on the seats in Youde Garden without any fear, as if they were waiting for someone.
"How could these warriors be so arrogant?"
Just barely knowing the general outline, Boss Cheng could not understand the actions of this group of people at all: "This is Kanming City! Aren't they afraid?!"
In this regard, Boss Cheng's nephew was helpless: "Grandpa, this is not Shenjing... all warriors outside of Dachen are basically like this!"
"If Shu Guard was still there, they would definitely be keeping their tail between their legs, but now..."
Whoosh——
A stone flew and hit the young man on the head. He roared "ah" and lay down on his back, passing out.
"Ah Zhong!" Boss Cheng was horrified when he saw this. He saw a stone embedded in his great-nephew's forehead, which had cracked his forehead and blood was pouring out. Although the man was not dead, he was in shock and coma.
"Tsk, aren't you dead?"
In Youde Garden, the scarred-eyed warrior who led the team of warriors in gray retracted his finger. He was quite dissatisfied: "What little brat dares to talk about your Lord Wu? This is what Di Chen doesn't know. Yes, mortals are not even afraid of warriors!"
"Haha, you are all useless trash from the Fantasy Sect. You are all weak and know how to do tricks. How can you be considered a warrior!"
On the other side, warriors in blue clothes laughed wildly: "You can't even kill a mortal with one blow, you are so damn weak!"
The bald man headed by the warrior in blue even shed tears of laughter: "Thousand Phantom Finger? I think it can be called the Thousand Insect Finger. The speed of my erection is stronger than that of your fingers, haha Ha ha ha ha!"
Being ridiculed by others will make ordinary people get angry, let alone this group of demon sect warriors who are obviously extremely vicious?
The scarred-eyed warrior turned his head angrily, and the blood vessels in his neck bulged: "You sons of bitches, you Huangyang Sect members, don't you even feel when someone calls you a dog behind your back? You really are a bunch of good dogs!"
"Ha, listen." The bald warrior did not take these words to heart at all. Instead, he turned his head and smiled at his companion: "The dog is talking."
Chenli five sects. The one in gray is the Huanzong sitting in Meiyu Mountain. The one in blue is the Huangyang Sect of Hongfushan.
Dachen regards the state as the heavenly sect and the state as the imperial sect. Naturally, the authority of the state and the law are supreme.
And outside of Dachen, there is the sect that controls all the countries and tribes under its command, with martial arts as the most respected one.
The warriors of these two sects are all in the realm of internal energy and even internal strength, and they all have fate in their bodies. Each of them can be one of ten on the battlefield. They can break the formation when gathering a crowd, and they can easily tear apart a lion or a tiger with their hands. , no matter how you say it, your martial arts cultivation has reached a point that is far beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Under the rule of various sects, given their strength, not to mention being respected by others, at least when passersby see them, they are respectful in person. In this kind of life, we are used to being arrogant. If we meet those who gossip behind their backs, they will definitely be punished, or even Kill directly.
This is the ‘Dharma’ beyond Dachen!
"It seems that before we find that boy from the Mingjing Sect today, we have to kill you Hongfushan bastards first."
After being ridiculed to this point, the scarred-eyed warrior's original angry expression turned calm. Following his wave, the sitting phantom warriors all stood up, drew out the sabers and swords from their waists, and stared at Huang, who also changed his frivolous expression and revealed a fierce gaze. Yangzong and his party: "It was said above that I would join forces with you to find someone, but as expected, I just can't see you, a group of upstarts like the Mingjing Sect!"
"How dare you say it? When did the Huanyang Sect become worthy of being compared with our Huangyang Sect?"
Under the leadership of the bald warrior, the warriors in blue also drew their weapons.
The two parties confronted each other, and for a while, the entire Youde Garden was filled with extremely dangerous energy.
The energy of sword fighting overflowed, and even the insects and ants in the corner were knocked over. They were stunned and killed by the inner strength of many warriors!
Insects and ants are like this, and people are no exception. More than a dozen warriors formed a formation to compete with each other. In the surrounding streets and houses, people hiding at home also screamed and ran out one by one. They felt their heartbeats racing rapidly. Speed up, the flesh is simply urging them frantically to leave the dangerous area.
If you disagree, you will kill someone; if you disagree, you will use force... If you want to take revenge, you will have clear thoughts.
This is the action pattern of almost all warriors on the land of Huaixu!
The Zuihuan Sect and the Huangyang Sect have been grudges for a long time. Now that they meet in a narrow road, both sides have become fierce. They will definitely see the blood and life, see the real seal in their hands, and decide whether to live or die!
But at the moment when the two parties were confronting each other and were about to fight.
boom!
A thunderous explosion sounded, and the closed door of Youde Garden was kicked open by a huge force. The door panel flew out, and the gloomy and sinister atmosphere was interrupted, and a blazing heat enveloped it. The wind with sharp golden energy poured into the hall. The warriors from both the Huanyang Sect and the Huanyang Sect all raised their heads and looked toward the gate.
A handsome young man who was young and had yet to tie his hair stood at the door with an expressionless face.
His long hair was tied back on his head. At this moment, there was no wind, and his sleeves of clothing were fluttered by the vigorous inner breath. He held a pair of long purple-gold maces in his hands.
An Jing glanced at the courtyard and hall. Corpse, death. The maid who had served him food and the warrior who had chatted with him were now lifeless and fell to the ground.
They were at a loss, and they had no idea why they were dying.
This is the power of warriors, the power that Wang Captou once feared, "As long as the murderous intention is present, the whole street will be wiped out".
He is right. The young man narrowed his eyes and his murderous intention became more intense.
Taking human life lightly and killing at will... It turns out that this is what warriors fighting in a land without Dachen's laws look like.
Everything in front of him is the ordinary evil in a world where martial arts is in vain.
But soon, something extraordinary is going to happen.
"What a little devil!"
Seeing someone disturbing this, a warrior from the Huangyang Sect casually pulled out a flying knife from his arms and threw it towards An Jing without thinking.
The speed of the flying knife breaks through the atmosphere and explodes with the sound of thunder. This method of throwing objects with one hand is exactly the outer sect skill of Huangyang Sect, "Crossing Thousand Waves", and it has been practiced to a considerable extent. The person who threw the knife obviously wanted to kill people.
However, when the flying knife full of murderous intent came to the young man's side, it was bounced away by the clothes soaked in Taibai's evil spirit, and the blade shattered. At this moment, even the leading warriors of the two sects looked away from each other. , all turned their heads to look at An Jing, with astonishment in their eyes: "Strong? At this age?"
Could it be that...
"Hey, who is your boy?"
Already having the answer in his heart, the gray-clothed warrior sitting in the Huan Sect couldn't help but be happy: "Could it be, you are that Jingxuan..."
"That's him!" The blue-clothed warrior of the Huangyang Sect took out the portrait from his arms and said happily: "He is Jingxuan!"
For a moment, the warrior formations jumped and became excited: "Ha, it didn't take any effort to get it, the target came to the door by itself!"
But An Jing didn't listen to what the other party was saying, and he didn't bother to care that both parties seemed to be here for the identity of 'Jing Xuan'.
"Ha." He looked around the crowd and whispered, "The corpse is talking."
Before he finished speaking, a dazzling golden light suddenly shone.
An Jing stepped forward, and cracks opened in the ground. He flew up and smashed his mace on the head of the scar-eyed warrior closest to him!
"What, this power?!" The scar-eyed warrior is not weak. Facing this fierce attack, his right hand that had already grasped the handle of the knife quickly pulled it out without any thought. Turn around and hold the knife!
But halfway out of the knife, he knew he was wrong.
Because of Anjing's speed, it was faster than he imagined!
An Jing came flying towards him, like lightning, and the speed of an ordinary strong warrior was not even half as fast as An Jing's! It's simply moving forward at several times the speed!
——Bitter!
The blood-patterned long knife has just been raised, and the purple-gold mace has been smashed down. This blunt weapon with golden light unexpectedly has a layer of sharp evil energy, cutting his fine steel hundred-forged like paper. The blood-patterned steel knife broke open and smashed.
With a clanging sound, the long mace smashed the shoulder bones, severed the ribs and spine, and finally killed the scar-eyed warrior from right to left...
Break it into two pieces!
(End of chapter)