God kills

Feng Jiu Imperial Sword flew, flying over the tribe with Long Wuyuan.

"Where are we going?" Long Wuyuan said puzzled

, "Jiujing Dragon's Lair!"

"Where is that?"

"The burial place of the Jiujing family" Feng Jiu explained as he observed his surroundings.

"Grave?" Long Wuyuan said in a low voice, there was something that could know his background.

After about a quarter of an hour of flying, Feng Jiu stopped and landed in an open space.

There is only an altar in the middle, and nothing but it.

"How do you enter?" Long Wuyuan asked, there was only one altar around, not even a tomb door.

"It's noon, and the two of us are not from the Jiujing family, if we want to enter, we can only break in!" Feng Jiuda flew to

the altar, and the pattern between his eyebrows appeared.

Feng Jiu's right foot shook the ground, and in an instant, the earth cracked. Before Long Wuyuan could react, he fell into the pit with Feng Jiu.

After the two of them entered, the clearing returned to normal.

At the same

time, the two groups of people in opposite directions suddenly felt that the sky was spinning, the earth was shaking, and it took a long time before they gradually calmed down.

"My lord, it seems that someone has come down!" said a middle-aged man in a black robe

, and the entire Jiujing Dragon Cave was like a labyrinth, and the three of them were bumping around like headless flies, and they couldn't find the kid, and they didn't know whether the other party was alive or dead.

"No matter, let's find the Tianji Pan first! That kid is looking for it later!" the old man in the black robe shouted, this movement, it was obvious that the other party had broken down. And the cultivation is not low, at least above everyone. They have a lot of time, get the Tianji Pan early and go out early, and the three of them don't want to stay longer in this ghost place.

"My lord, there seems to be movement ahead!" the black-robed woman said in a deep voice, staring vigilantly ahead.

"Someone, but they can't find out what they are cultivating?" said the middle-aged woman nervously, could it be the one who broke into the tomb?

Without waiting for everyone to think about it, the person in front of him came to everyone. The person who came was wearing black armor and holding a long knife of more than two meters, and on his face, he was wearing a dragon head mask, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

Without waiting for the black-robed old man to ask, the comer picked up a knife and killed, and the speed was slightly sluggish.

Bang!

The middle-aged man blocked it with his sword, but the opponent's strength was too great, and he was pressed to his knees by the opponent, and the sword in his hand also appeared a slight crack.

"Help me, I can't hold on anymore!"

The sword snapped, and the old man quickly grabbed the other man's shoulder and saved the other man's life.

The middle-aged man sat on the ground, his face full of happiness for the rest of his life.

"Your Excellency, you might as well have a good chat, after all, if you really want to fight, who lives and who dies is not certain" The old man in the black robe said in a good voice, mainly because he couldn't find out the reality of the other party, otherwise he would have done it earlier, and what nonsense would he have said.

However, he was greeted by a two-meter-long broadsword.

"Your grandmother has a leg!" The old man was furious, the clay man also had three points of anger, not to mention that he was a demon!

" "Let's go together, kill him!" The

middle-aged man got up, the sword was broken, and he could only fight with his bare hands, and the old man also took out his own weapon, which was a scepter similar to a staff, and above it was an ornament similar to an eyeball, which looked extremely evil. The middle-aged woman's weapons are two scimitars, alias: Meniscus Twin Blades.

The woman threw out the double knives in her hand, ready to strike first, the scimitar hit the opponent's blade, bounced back, and then the next knife came to the opposite door.

Although the opponent's

movements were sluggish, his strength was surprisingly great, and he actually caught the scimitar with his bare hands and pinched it in half.

Seeing that the woman's attack had no effect, the old man hurriedly recited a mantra in his mouth, and the scepter in his hand slammed heavily on the ground. The middle-aged man could only look dryly, not daring to step forward, he didn't dare to approach the other party without a weapon, after all, the other party's two-meter-long big knife was not a joke.

The old man's words fell, and the technique started. A black gas struck all around, and the other party rushed straight towards everyone as if they didn't see this black gas. But before he could reach everyone, he stopped, and his body slowly turned into black water, emitting a foul smell.

"Whew!" the

old man exhaled a turbid breath and sat down on the ground weakly. The blow just now almost drained his spiritual power.

The woman frowned in disgust, the smell was too pungent, and she looked at the scimitar that was broken in half with a painful face. Since then, there is no meniscus double knife in the world, but it is called meniscus knife.

The middle-aged man stepped forward and picked up the two-meter knife that the other party had dropped on the ground, this is a good baby, the people are gone, and the knife is still there. It has to be taken away to make up for the loss just now.

The three of them did not rush forward, but recuperated in place to recover their spiritual power. Of course, only the old man needs to recover his spiritual power. The other two were just fishing, but they lost some weapons.

Step, step!!

there was a sound of footsteps, the same dress, the same broadsword, the only difference was that there was only one just now, and now there were five!

"Run!" the old man shouted, got up and lifted the scepter beside him and ran, without hesitation, completely ignoring the life or death of his companion next to him.

Before the middle-aged man could react, he was slashed in the neck with a knife, and his head was suddenly in a different place. The woman reacted in time, raising her knife to block the long knife swung by the other party, but it was just a dying struggle.

"Damn, I'm your boss!" the

old man scolded as he ran, everyone had been running around for a long time before, and this situation had never happened at all. It wasn't until someone broke in just now that these people appeared out of thin air. Obviously, these people are tomb keepers! The old man scolded the eighteenth generation of the ancestors of the tomb breaker in his heart, and ran away desperately like oil on the soles of his feet, and the other two were just waste, and they couldn't stop it for long, and barely delayed for a little time.