Doomsday Rise

The young master's face was extremely pale, and his body trembled slightly. He didn't know whether it was fear or anger, or both. The swordsman tensed up, guarding in front of the young master, staring at everyone vigilantly.

"This matter is actually a misunderstanding." The young master's voice was bitter, as arrogant as him, saying this sentence was undoubtedly bowing his head, every word was extremely difficult.

Heimianshen, Tong Xiaoxiao, Lu Yan and others surrounded the two of them, their cold eyes were devoid of emotion.

Liu Wei'an picked up the ear, gently brushed off the dust on it, walked up to Yan'er, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Yan'er bit her lower lip, her beautiful eyes were already moist, she shook her head vigorously. With this movement, the two bronze and steel knives on the neck turned into powder and fell down.

If this scene was seen by other people, they would definitely jump up in surprise, but at this moment, no one cared.

"Don't be afraid, it's all over." Liu Weian took out the potion and connected Yan'er's ears. "World of Warcraft" is good at this point, no matter how serious the injury is, as long as it does not die, it can be healed quickly. Those with broken arms and legs can be picked up as long as the potion is good enough. And it doesn't take long to heal, which is miraculous.

The ear is just a piece of meat. After the medicine is applied, there is no time to make a cup of tea, and there is no trace left. As long as you don't pull it hard, it won't fall off. It is estimated that it will take an hour to fully heal.

"I think we can talk about it." Seeing Liu Wei'an looking over, the young master said seriously, and he had regained his composure.

"What are you waiting for? Have lunch?" Liu Wei'an said coldly.

"Liu Wei'an, do you know who we are?" The young master's face changed drastically, but he had no time to speak anymore. The black-faced god and Tong Xiaoxiao rushed towards him at the same time, and the swordsman was immediately stared at by Lu Yan.

The young master turned out to be a gold-ranked expert, with incomparable strength. Although he was only in the early stage of gold, he alone held off the black-faced god and Tong Xiaoxiao and held the upper hand. The black-faced god was shocked and angry.

He is also a gold-level master, how can he bear being suppressed by other gold-level masters. His eyes were red, and his thick-backed leopard-head knife was faster than a knife, only attacking but not defending, like crazy.

On the other side, the fight between Lu Yan and the swordsman seemed less intense, but it was more dangerous than that of the Black Faced God. As long as he made a mistake, he would die immediately. The swordsman's sword is tight, attacking like a snake coming out of a hole, fast like lightning, defending like an iron chain across a river, watertight.

Lu Yan's killing skills honed in his blood were helpless against the swordsman for a while. However, all this changed instantly when Nie Pohu raised his bow.

The young master and the swordsman felt locked on by a terrifying murderous intent at the same time, that feeling, as if a sleeping beast opened its eyes, and unfortunately, they happened to be in front of the beast.

Rumang's back is not enough to describe the mood of the two of them, and half of their minds are placed on Nie Pohu, but in this way, the reaction is difficult to be mellow and perfect, and Lu Yan, Hei Mian Shen and Tong Xiaoxiao immediately seized the opportunity.

laugh--

A bloodstain appeared on the young master's face, almost cutting off his left ear. The young master's face turned pale, and his eyes were full of anger.

when--

Tong Xiaoxiao's attacking hammer suddenly held the black-faced god's knife, and the two forces intersected. Tong Xiaoxiao was struck by lightning and retreated three meters.

"I don't know either." Tong Xiaoxiao was confused.

While beating, Tong Xiaoxiao's hammer suddenly hit the head of the black-faced god, and the black-faced god jumped away with lightning, and the strong wind brought by the hammer blew on his face.

There was a bloodstain.

"You're crazy!" the black-faced god was furious.

"I don't know what's going on?" Tong Xiaoxiao was innocent.

"Be careful—" the black-faced god didn't have time to ask, the sword light turned, and blocked the young master's elusive sword.

Tong Xiaoxiao broke out in a cold sweat, almost slashing his neck with the sword. This time, he was extremely cautious, holding back a little bit of strength in every move, and suddenly a knife rolled over from the side.

brush--

Along with the splash of blood, at least one catty of flesh was missing from his thigh.

"What are you doing?" Tong Xiaoxiao's painful face was deformed, and she looked at the black-faced god with innocent eyes.

"This kid did it." The black-faced god said with a blushing face.

"I know, but you are too ruthless." Tong Xiaoxiao was very wronged. I beat you twice, but there was nothing wrong with it. Give me a quick blow and cut off a catty of flesh.

"I didn't attack you." The black-faced god said angrily.

"But take it easy, ouch—" Tong Xiaoxiao hadn't finished speaking, there was a bloodstain on her body, if she didn't dodge quickly, she would be torn apart.

"This kid is weird, be careful." The black-faced god shouted angrily.

"I've been very careful, but -- whoops --" Tong Xiaoxiao backed away with her head in her arms, a large piece of scalp was missing, and she became bald.

"My Cao—" the black-faced god was startled and angry, "I don't believe what the hell this is—it's bad again, you go away—"

Swish——

When two fingers fell to the ground, Tong Xiaoxiao almost burst into tears. Pain is one thing, but the point is to be aggrieved. He is silver-level, and the black-faced god is gold-level, and he can't dodge the attack of the black-faced god.

"You don't want to do it anymore, I can do it by myself—" Once again hurting Tong Xiaoxiao, the black-faced god felt embarrassed.

When Tong Xiaoxiao withdrew from the battlefield with infinite grievances, Nie Pohu seized the opportunity and shot an arrow.

The arrow shot out like a shooting star, passed through the fleeting opening, and hit the swordsman's temple, and the energy of the bursting talisman arrow shattered the swordsman's protective qi. Lu Yan approached suddenly, and the bright sword light pierced the sky and disappeared in a flash. When the figures parted, the swordsman stood still, and a few seconds later, he saw a thin streak of blood appearing from his neck.

boom!

The swordsman fell straight, and the quiet voice was like a thunder in the young master's ears, and his mind fluctuated for a moment.

Whoosh—

Nie Pohu shot the second arrow, the distance of 20 meters seemed to be non-existent, the arrow passed through the young master's shoulder, and shot three inches deep into a tree more than ten meters away with a stream of blood.

The young master's face turned pale, and he could no longer maintain the upper hand in front of the black-faced god.

"Banxian should have seen the origin of this person, right?" Liu Weian glanced at Xu Banxian.

Ever since Yan'er felt the uncontrolled release of murderous intent, Xu Banxian's attention had been on her body, feeling that the bronze vessels had been frozen into powder, and his pitted face trembled violently a few times. Hearing Liu Weian's words, his eyeballs rolled a few times, which seemed to be an unconscious behavior, because no matter how he turned, he couldn't see clearly.

"This is the change of the Murong family."

"Turn the stars?" Liu Weian's eyes flashed brightly, the name sounds very domineering.

Whoosh—

Nie Pohu shot the third arrow, this arrow is his famous special skill 'Arc Arrow', the young master blocked nothing, the arrow pierced through

It touched his right shoulder, and the long sword fell to the ground feebly.

Clang--

The young master's face was ashen.

"Boy, are you arrogant? Let's see how arrogant you are without your hands." The black-faced god cut off two of his arms with two swipes, and several pieces of equipment on the young master automatically emitted light for defense, but the black-faced god's thick-backed leopard-head knife was also a gold weapon, and it was easily shattered.

"Actually, we don't need to be enemies." Beads of sweat were dripping from the young master's head, but this person was strong-willed and kept silent.

Liu Wei'an looked at him with a mocking smile.

"I know you. You are an ambitious person. The power behind me is unimaginable. With my help, you will be able to control the Blue City in the shortest possible time." The young master stared at Liu Wei'an, gritted his teeth and said, "Killing me will not do you any good. On the contrary, you will get a very powerful enemy."

"Strong?" Liu Wei'an said disdainfully, "I don't think so at all."

"I admit that I was careless this time, but the power behind me is beyond your imagination. Offending me will not do you any good." The young master said.

"You still don't know where you are wrong." Liu Wei'an lost interest in speaking, dropped a sentence, and took Yan'er back to the Blue City.

"Don't let him die too easily!"

"Don't worry, boss, I will let him die with a sense of accomplishment." The black-faced god promised loudly, his expression excited.

...

The slum area, the territory of the Desert Gang.

"Who are you and what do you want to do?" The members of the Desert Gang asked the first sentence, and a sharp arrow pierced through the air, piercing his throat.

"Someone is causing trouble—" the second person stepped into the footsteps of his companion before finishing his sentence, and fell down clutching his throat.

"Ah—" The scream of the third person before he died alarmed the entire Desert Gang, and a lot of footsteps sounded from inside, at least thirty people.

Tong Xiaoxiao and Lu Yan shot into the gate like tigers descending the mountain. The people rushing out from the inside only felt a flash of figures, two people's necks had already been cut off, Lu Yan's strike was like lightning, a flash of cold light flashed, and three people fell straight down again.

Tong Xiaoxiao was a majestic figure, and he blocked most of the roads by himself. The Hunyuan Hammer hit everyone with the momentum of sweeping away thousands of troops, and it whipped up a gust of wind, which was terrifying. Frightened by the force, the members of the Desert Gang had to stop.

Hei Niu, Huang Niu and Stone Niu led the members of the Ping An team to kill them from the edge. Nie Pohu turned over on the wall, condescending, and as the bowstring vibrated, the members of the Desert Gang fell down one after another, and none of the people he was targeting could escape.

The masters of the Desert Gang were all taken away by the young master, leaving only four gold-level masters in charge, one of them was instantly killed by Lu Yan and Nie Pohu as soon as he came out, and then Lu Yan entangled one, Nie Pohu took aim at one, and the black-faced god who arrived in time stopped the last one. The moment Lu Yan killed his opponent, the fate of the Desert Gang was sealed.

The battle ended very quickly, only about twenty minutes before and after. Some members of the Desert Gang didn't even understand what was going on and died in a daze.

Stone Niu took people to copy the desert gang's home as quickly as possible and returned to the south of the city.

"Didn't you want you to torture that bastard young master severely?" Tong Xiaoxiao looked at the black-faced god in confusion, "Why did you come here so quickly, the attack was too heavy?"

"I cut him into a human stick and planted it on the ground, and then applied honey to the wound." The black-faced god smiled triumphantly.

After hearing this, Shi Niu and others couldn't help but distance themselves from the black-faced god.