City: I have a perverted martial arts system

Luo Yan put on Yang Guo's mask and walked into the Bagua Jungle.

About ten seconds later, a voice suddenly came from the passage next to him, "Hey, who are you?"

A disciple of Bai Yao Sect bent over and stood in the distance staring at him.

He holds a long sword in his hand.

I was very panicked at first, because the great elder outside was counting down, and there was only one minute left to prevent the fire from burning down the forest.

They couldn't find a way out and they all had to burn to death inside.

"Who came in? Hong Dafa, please explain clearly."

The disciples who were isolated by the jungle all around heard the sound and screamed in surprise.

"I don't know either. He's wearing a mask. He's not Si Jin..."

At this point, the disciple's voice suddenly stopped, and his throat was crushed by Luo Yan's hand.

The disciple's movements reached other people's ears, and they were so frightened that their hair stood on end.

Someone shouted: "Hong Dafa, what's wrong with you? Hong Dafa, please speak."

"I don't want to stay here, let me out quickly."

"Mom, daddy!"

The jungle was in chaos, and the disciples were scurrying around like mice.

Luo Yan followed their voices and walked through them, killing each one he saw.

The disciples screamed one after another, and panic spread quickly.

"Who is taking action? Who is it? If you have the ability to do it openly, ah... rat!"

"Senior Brother Cheng, what's wrong with you?!"

"Mom, daddy!"

In just two minutes, Luo Yan killed all the disciples in the jungle and got out from the exit.

There were more than a dozen Bai Yao Sect disciples standing outside the exit, and the old man among them was the Great Elder Mo Shaowei.

Mo Shaowei held a torch in his hand and was counting down to thirty seconds when Luo Yan came out.

"Did you kill my disciple?"

Mo Shaowei stared at Luo Yan and said solemnly.

"I didn't kill him!"

Luo Yan was equally serious, "They took the initiative to die!"

"Bold! Even a great martial artist dares to speak arrogant words in front of me!"

Mo Shaowei pointed the long knife in his hand with murderous intent.

"Hand over Si Jincheng and that girl quickly, or you will not die."

"Why are you still looking for that girl?" Luo Yan asked curiously.

"You have nothing to do with this."

"Is that vicious young lady not dead yet?"

Mo Shaowei smiled grimly: "You know quite a lot. This is not a good thing for you."

"Oh? You want to kill people and silence them?"

Luo Yan took out the Black Iron Sword from his backpack.

His level has not risen much, but as he practices Dragon Elephant Prajna, his strength has increased and he can now use the Black Iron Sword continuously for more than half an hour.

It's more than enough to kill these people.

Seeing the Black Iron Sword in Luo Yan's hand, Mo Shaowei's eyes were full of greed, "Give it to me, kill this kid first!"

A dozen disciples from Bai Yao Sect slowly surrounded him.

"Get out of the way and let me come!"

Among them was a young great martial artist who also held a long sword in his hand. He was Mo Shaowei's direct disciple, and he came forward alone.

Mo Shaowei stroked his beard, showing that he valued this disciple very much:

"Be careful, this man's sword is very weird...but his level is not as high as yours. As long as you avoid his sword, you will be fine!"

"Thank you, Master, for the tip. Disciple knows!"

The eldest disciple jumped up and wielded a long sword that made the tiger and the tiger become angry. The light of the sword overflowed and the momentum was frightening.

He is so eager to try that he can get violent and hurt someone at any time.

"Senior brother, let him see the power of our Bai Yao Sect."

"According to my estimation, Senior Brother will kill this person within five moves."

"Be confident, three moves are enough."

The disciples were relaxed and laughed loudly.

"Five moves...three moves?"

Luo Yan was furious at being so ignored.

"Shut up!"

With a loud shout, the black iron sword slashed horizontally, a violent whirlwind rolled up in the air, and the heaven and earth were eclipsed by it.

The eldest disciple's breathing stopped, his mind went blank, and he was instantly enveloped in a cyclone.

The next moment.

Bang--

A blood mist spread out from the scene, and the eldest disciple was shattered into pieces.

"hiss--"

The disciples of Bai Yao Sect, who had been standing relaxedly waiting to watch the show, took a deep breath and suddenly panicked.

Is this man really a great martial artist?

Is it really just related to that big black iron?

He himself also looks very vicious.

"You all die!"

Unfortunately, Luo Yan didn't leave them much time to be surprised. Lingbo took a slight step, jumped to the side of the three disciples, and struck out with his sword.

There wasn't even a scream, and the three of them were chopped into pulp.

"Weird...monster!"

The other ten disciples were so frightened that they pissed themselves and ran away in all directions.

But their speed was too slow, and Luo Yan caught up with them in a blink of an eye, and they were all killed.

In the blink of an eye, only Mo Shaowei was left in the field.

His face was ashen, the top disciple was dead, and all the disciples were dead, all thanks to this man.

It's not that he doesn't want to take action, it's that he simply can't catch up.

Following him all the way, Luo Yan couldn't even touch the corner of Luo Yan's clothes, and he was so anxious that he stared.

"Brother Luo, they...were all killed by you?"

Si Jincheng walked out of the grass, feeling inexplicably frightened.

Xiaowan followed him, also feeling incredible.

"right."

Luo Yan walked up to Mo Shaowei and stared at him, "How?"

Mo Shaowei took two steps back, fully alert, "It's just the magical footwork of weapons. Do you have the ability to stand up and fight me head-on?"

"Idiot, why don't I use my footwork if I have it?"

Luo Yan ran up behind him in a flash, slashing straight from top to bottom with the black iron sword, and his energy penetrated the rainbow.

Mo Shaowei is not bad either, his internal strength is everywhere, and his long sword emits a green sword aura.

He raised the knife with all his strength, only to hear a sharp sound. The long knife bent directly. The black iron sword was so powerful that it chopped off one of Mo Shaowei's arms.

"No, it's impossible!"

Mo Shaowei's eyes were bloodshot and he kept retreating.

"Why isn't it possible?"

Luo Yan stepped forward quickly and blasted his head with a sword.

"Brother Si, does Bai Yao Sect have any herbal medicines?"

Luo Yan turned around and asked.

At this time, Si Jincheng was shocked from ear to ear by his divine power, "Yes, yes... Baiyao Sect has a special elixir pavilion with a rich collection. In addition, there are hundreds of acres of spiritual fields in the back mountain, and the cultivation is not

Common herbs.”

Randomly reacted and said in shock: "Brother Luo, you can't go, you can't go! My master Yuan Houren was in the middle stage of Wuzong eight years ago, and now he must be at least in the late stage of Wuzong, which is essentially different from Mo Shaowei's early stage of Wuzong.

"

"There are at least 200 warriors under Geng and his disciples. If one person goes alone, it will only lead to a dead end."

Luo Yan was overjoyed to hear that Baiyaomen had such a rich reserve of herbal medicines.

He put away the Black Iron Sword, "It's okay, there are only two hundred people, I can kill them all in the blink of an eye."

Seeing Luo Yan's bravery, Si Jincheng also gritted his teeth: "Sooner or later, our position will be exposed, and Xiaowan will die if we leave here, so let's accompany brother Luo for a while!"

Si Jincheng glanced at Xiaowan.

Xiaowan smiled slightly and held his rough big hand, "I have been locked up for too long. I really want to go home and see my parents, the cattle at home, and the big poplar tree in front of my house."

"Brother Cheng, after you come back from Bai Yaomen, can you take me back to the village to have a look?"

Xiaowan grew up in a small village at the foot of Baiyaomen Mountain and was only 15 years old when she was arrested.

The plush dolls in the hut were her favorite things when she was a child. Si Jincheng took the risk to bring them back from her home.

Over the years, first running around and hiding, and then becoming isolated from the world, Xiaowan was really tired.

Sometimes when I was chatting with Si Jincheng, she mentioned that when she died, she must be buried back in the village and return to her roots.

Si Jincheng felt sad and reluctantly nodded, saying softly: "Okay, I'll take you back."

"Please, can you say something auspicious?"

Luo Yan rolled his eyes, "I'm still young and I don't want to die."

Now Si Jincheng was carrying Xiaowan on his back, and the three of them headed towards Bai Yaomen.

On the way, Luo Yan asked what was in the vast forest to the west, and Si Jincheng said that he couldn't tell clearly.

You can often hear the roars of unknown birds and animals coming from behind the cliff, and sometimes you can hear human voices.

"Rolls of birds and animals, human voices?"

Luo Yan recalled hearing similar noises when he went to Wanxiu Peak for the first time.

Thinking of the location that time, it seemed that it was not too far from the cliff.

"It's strange. Let's take a look at it sometime."

Luo Yan thought to himself.