Immortal Martial Venerable

Gu Fei blinked away, the war did not break out, Chu Tian's tense nerves relaxed instantly, making him feel a sense of collapse. Only then did he realize that his clothes were already soaked with cold sweat.

The feeling Gu Fei gave him was really terrifying, like a god like a demon, and he was decisive in killing.

Looking at the mess in front of him, the pungent blood rushed into his nose, Chu Tian's face was still extremely pale, and his heart could not be calm for a long time.

He had no doubts about Gu Fei's will to kill him just now. If it wasn't for this Mr. Ning's presence, he would probably have hated it.

If he was really killed by Gu Fei, then Chu Tian would have been wronged.

The guards who were killed by Gu Fei were extremely miserable. They all had broken bones, flesh and blood, and their bodies were no longer human. These well-trained guards were nothing but ants in front of Gu Fei.

"Who is this person, and why did you get involved with such a powerful person!" Mr. Ning waved his sleeves and put the chessboard suspended in front of him into his sleeves.

"His name is Gu Fei, and he is an ascetic. However, his identity should not be simple. It seems that Dongfanglong and Beitangao are very jealous of him, and they want to get rid of him at the despicable means of poisoning." Chu Tian Without concealing it, I told Mr. Naning the ins and outs of the matter.

"Dongqi Dongfang family, Nanyan Beitang family, when did these two cultivating families get together? Strange! Who can make these two families jealous?" Mr. Ning couldn't help frowning.

At this time, on the ancient road leading to the Dragon Emperor City, there was also a camp in a section of the road that was more than thirty miles away from the camp of the Rising Sun Caravan.

This camp is larger in scale and has more people than the camp of the Rising Sun Caravan. However, at this time, the camp was brightly lit and noisy.

A group of men in black are confronting hundreds of guards in blue in front of the camp. The leader is a tall and straight young man in black and a middle-aged man in black with a white face and no beard.

Although the young man is handsome and his eyes are like cold stars, there seems to be nothing special about it, but the middle-aged man in black gives people a very strange feeling, especially his pair of eyes, which are extremely deep and revealing. With a dense cold.

"Stop talking nonsense, hand over that thing quickly, or... hum!" The black-clothed youth looked at the white-clothed son who was standing in front of the hundreds of guards with malicious intent, the corners of his mouth raised. A wicked smile.

This young man is the mysterious man who killed Gu Fei twice.

"Beitangao, if you're interested, hurry back and offend our Ling family, it won't do your Beitang family any good!" Beside the handsome white-clothed son, there was an old servant in a blue coat. It was this old servant who said those words.

"Li Zhong, your surname is not Ling. If you are willing to hand over that thing on your body, I may consider letting you go." The middle-aged man in black suddenly took a step at this moment, impatiently facing the said the old man.

The middle-aged man in black is full of dangerous aura, and an extremely obscure power surges within him. He is like a beast lurking in the jungle to hunt for food, and will send a fatal blow to the prey that passes by at any time. hit.

And the prey of the middle-aged man is undoubtedly the people from the Haotian Ling family ahead.

The handsome young master was Ling Luoyan who was dressed as a man, and the old servant in the blue coat was the uncle Zhong.

More than a hundred miles in front of the ancient road is the Dragon Imperial City, but Ling Luoyan and others never expected it.

His own caravan actually met the Beitang family outside the Dragon Emperor City.

Seeing Beitangao's unbridled gaze wandering on his body, Ling Luoyan's face was ashen, holding the long sword around his waist.

This person is really hateful, Ling Luoyan is the jewel in the palm of the Ling family's head, no one has ever dared to look at her with such naked eyes. The proud look in Beitang's eyes made her very disgusted.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I don't have what you want on me." Uncle Zhong's old words contained a kind of determination. He looked directly at the middle-aged man in black with a rainbow-like aura on his body. , confronting the formidable enemy in front of him.

Although a man is old, his fighting spirit is not old. As a warrior, Uncle Zhong has shown a fearless spirit. Although the enemy is strong, he will never hesitate when it comes to fighting.

"Don't you know? I think you are pretending to be crazy!" Beitang, a young man in black, said coldly, looking at Uncle Zhong proudly.

"Since you don't want to hand it over yourself, then I'll have to do it myself!" The middle-aged man said with a cold face, took a step forward, and wanted to shoot at Uncle Zhong.

"Clang!"

Hundreds of Tsing Yi guards immediately unsheathed their weapons and pointed forward in unison. The Tsing Yi guards of the Haotian Caravan were well-trained and uniform, and a tragic aura immediately permeated.

Obviously, these guards are real warriors who have seen blood on the battlefield and killed people. The suffocation of hundreds of people gathered together, even a young powerhouse like Beitangao couldn't help but be moved.

"What if there are more people? In my eyes, it's just a group of ants!" The middle-aged man jokingly glanced at the hundreds of Tsing Yi guards in front of him, and said indifferently, at the same time, a majestic sea, dignified like a mountain Energy fluctuations spread out from the middle-aged man.

He is not arrogant, and he is not arrogant. This middle-aged man definitely has the strength to sweep hundreds of Tsing Yi guards.

Uncle Zhong's face was ashen. He knew that tonight was probably going to be bad luck. This middle-aged man was definitely a rare expert in the Beitang family, and he was no match for him.

The Beitang family is one of the top cultivating families in the Yan Kingdom. It has a long history. No one knows what kind of heritage this family has. I only know that this family is definitely not simple. It can be passed down without being lost in history. Such a cultivation family must have its own advantages.

"Uncle, why do you need to kill these people? It's better for your nephew to get rid of these ants!" Beitang proudly said disdainfully. He didn't take the people from the Haotian Business Group into his eyes at all.

"Okay! Hurry up and bring the things over, I don't want to dream too much at night!" The middle-aged man nodded and stepped back. This place is not far from the Dragon Imperial City. If it attracts the attention of other experts, it will be bad.

"Humph! Die!" Beitangao strode forward and stretched out his right hand. With a sound of "Cang!", the blue light in his palm appeared, and a large tent of blue silk threads shot out from his palm, like countless strands Like tentacles, it wraps around towards that Uncle Zhong.

It is not a real silk thread, but an energy thread condensed with energy. This is a kind of magical power mastered by Bei Tangao, an extremely powerful magical power. The blue energy silk thread can cut everything.

"Xiaocui, Xiaoyue, protect the young master and step back!" Uncle Zhong shouted in a deep voice, then took a step forward, and the long sword in his hand swung, "Om!" .

But seeing the dazzling sword light, like a silver dragon, it rose up like a silver dragon, and greeted the entwined energy blue silk, and the unparalleled sword energy shot out continuously, cutting off the thousands of blue silk.

Then, Zhong Bo rose into the sky, swirled in the air, waved his long sword, the tip of the sword turned into a little cold star, and fell from the sky, shrouding Beitangao below under the endless starlight, blocking all his escape routes. .

Uncle Zhong's sword moves are amazing.

"Hey!" A wicked smile appeared on Beitangao's face, "Reversing the world!" With a light drink, a wave of strange energy fluctuations suddenly erupted from Beitangao's hands.

In an instant, Uncle Zhong felt a whirling sensation, as if the heaven and the earth were turned upside down. The next moment, a scene that shocked him appeared in front of him.

The endless starlight sword qi he shot was actually reversed, and the little cold stars transformed by the sword tip seemed to penetrate the void, making a sharp "chichi!" Not trivial.