Cultivation Began Three Years Ago

"Boy, I'm from Fengyu Que, are you sure you want to threaten me?"

The leader of the assassins had fierce eyes, fighting like a trapped beast. He didn't want to be caught without a fight, but tried to use the forces behind him to intimidate the people in front of him.

"Feng Yu Que? I have heard that there is a powerful organization in the hunter Jianghu underground under Tianyu, but it is not a problem. This is Yanhong, and the rules are not your rules."

Xu Che said softly, "Wow!" With a sound, a ball of hot flames rose from his hand.

"If you kill me, in the future, Feng Yu Que will definitely come to seek revenge!" The leader lost his voice in shock.

"Forget it, seeking the skin of a tiger is not what I want. How many of you are not vicious? Killing you should be mine and mine!"

Xu Che stopped talking nonsense and shot instantly, leaving only a faint phantom on the spot.

"Wait! I am willing!" Seeing that the man had murderous intentions, the leader immediately agreed.

Unfortunately, it was too late, Xu Che's move was faster than the decision he shouted at this moment of life and death!

next moment! A bright flame hit the leader's chest directly, and the burst of flames soared into the sky.

The leader's eyes were full of resentment, and he couldn't utter a word. Looking at the man in the bronze mask in front of him, he reluctantly wanted to touch it, but he was lifeless. His hands stopped in the air, and he fell down powerlessly.

It is a pity that his subordinates could not save him, and he had already passed out after being struck by the sick young man and the beautiful young woman.

This small movement attracted everyone's attention.

"Oh? It turns out that there is a good art repairer here." The old man in Tang suit showed his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

"What exactly does this person intend to do?" Looking at Xu Che, the sick young man couldn't help becoming vigilant.

He didn't feel that this person was a threat to him before, and he was even willing to hand over Xingyun, but he was just a person who was greedy for life and afraid of death, but now it seems that he must have other plans!

"I'm afraid this is also a warlock in the middle and late stages of enlightenment, right?" The warrior watching from a distance trembled, and began to rejoice that he did not rush forward to fight for the treasure recklessly.

Xu Che took everything from the leader, and found that apart from a few hidden weapons with great lethality, there were only a few packs of medicine powder for healing wounds, and a token made of silver.

The picture engraved on this keepsake is: the bright moon is covered by dark clouds, and a magnificent palace stands in the rainstorm.

Xu Che remembered that a long time ago, He Bo had told him that the Deadwood Tavern had fought against Feng Yuque several times.

Both sides won once, and both sides lost in the third round, and there was nothing they could do.

Xu Che thought to himself: "This organization is notoriously difficult to deal with. If there is a chance another day, I will hit it hard again."

At this time, the old man in Tang suit also looked away, looked at the sick young man in front of him, and said slowly: "Little friend, you still have one last chance to make a decision, I hope you think twice, if you leave now, I won't hold you accountable gone."

"Zi la!" With a sound, the thunder and lightning with a blue light struck towards the few people behind the old man. The sick young man didn't talk nonsense and shot directly.

Among the young men and women behind him, someone couldn't help but say, "Grandpa Elder, teach the arrogant lunatic a lesson!"

"Heh!" The old man was furious, he stopped holding his hand, and punched out, the white light of the fist directly crushed it, and the thunder and lightning scattered in the air, making him vulnerable to a single blow.

"Aunt Lan, I'm going to test him out. Watch out for meteorites." The sick young man ordered, knowing that a fierce battle was about to come.

The mana flowed, and a layer of transparent armor was condensed on his body, protecting the key points.

The two figures rushed out in an instant and collided with each other, "Boom!" The power continued to overflow.

Just at the moment of fighting, the sick young man's mouth was bloodshot, his eyes were red, mana surged all over his body, and he shouted angrily: "Old man, are you only at this level?"

The only response to him was the old man's silence and a more rapid attack.

The fists fell like a torrential rain, and the sick young man passively defended. Every time the opponent's fist hit his mana armor, the terrifying force made him miserable, and the blood in his body was concussed, making it difficult to maintain stability.

"Pfft!" The sick young man spat out blood. After more than a dozen rounds of fighting, he was finally defeated and was punched back, looking embarrassed.

He gasped for breath, and thought to himself: "This old man really lives up to his reputation, it seems that we must make a quick decision! If we drag it on, we probably won't be able to leave."

He decided to give it a go, bit his fingertips, stained with blood, his slender fingers carved a formation in mid-air, and muttered words in his mouth: "Lei Ling towns the sky, rushing to the clouds and flowing rings, the stars are hidden, the lightning Fire thunders, and the profound formation immediately descends, beheading all enemies!"

"Hmph? Want to work hard? Then you have to be qualified!"

The old man said coldly, knowing that he was casting a spell, he didn't intend to give the sick young man any chance, his figure exploded, and he rushed up to kill him.

It often takes a certain amount of time to practice the technique, even if the process is extremely skilled, once it is forcibly interrupted by external things, the consequences will be disastrous.

Not only is the magic power exhausted, but also the unformed spells and uncontrollable power will backfire on itself, causing serious injuries to the warlock, and even falling.

"Woo woo woo~"

When the shrill flute sounded, the glamorous young woman definitely would not sit idly by.

She is a martial artist who is proficient in rhythm, and she can break through to the late stage of tempering with only one kick. Although she is not as good as the old man in Tang suit, she can't be underestimated if she strikes hard.

Faintly, several phantoms of ancient warriors wearing armor and wielding knives and guns rushed over together, using their martial arts skills, trying to resist the old man in Tang suit for a while.

But it failed. I saw that the old man's whole body was surrounded by fierce qi, and he was not affected at all. The phantom of the warrior transformed by the sound wave was shattered and dissipated when he hit it.

Just when the old man was still a few meters away from the target, his warrior intuition caused a faint tingling sensation all over his body, and the old man suddenly felt uneasy.

"Want to kill me? What a joke!" The sickly young man laughed wildly. He drained most of his mana, and at the last moment, he finally completed the spell.

With one blow, the outcome is decided, life and death are decided!

The formation was brightly lit, with various ancient inscriptions written on it, and a terrifying aura came from it. Twelve swords made of lightning had already taken shape, about three meters in size, exuding the implication of lore.

"Lei Fa—Twelve Swords Prison Kill!"

As the sick young man shouted, all the thunder swords pierced through the air, intending to penetrate the old man with the force of thunder.

"Can it succeed?" The warriors present who witnessed this scene couldn't help being horrified, this blow was far beyond their imagination.

"Grandpa Elder! Be careful!" Someone shouted, full of worry.

I saw the old man facing the twelve thundering swords with a serious expression. His vitality and blood rose suddenly, and he no longer held back. A tall figure appeared behind him.

Although Lei Fa might threaten his life, his dignity and pride as a warrior made him unwilling to take half a step back. The old man looked up to the sky and screamed: "Xuanwu strength, break through mountains and seas with one force!"

The figure nearly ten meters high waved a terrifying fist to meet it, and slammed on the twelve thunder swords fiercely.

"Boom", the two collided violently, the sound of an explosion sounded, and the dazzling light illuminated the audience.

Not far away, Xu Che was not affected. He saw everything that happened in the light and shadow clearly, and said regretfully: "The next step is to overcome the difficulty above. It is as difficult as going up to the blue sky. In the end, it is not as good."