Immortal Martial Venerable

"Roar!" Under the leadership of Beitangao, the dozens of Beitang masters roared and charged towards the Haotian Caravan. These dozens of people have sharp and terrifying eyes, without a trace of emotion, with steady footsteps and fast movements, they are definitely more than a dozen killing machines.

"Protect the son, kill!" The twelve yellow-clothed guard leaders of the Haotian Caravan raised their arms and shouted at the same time, and greeted the Beitang master who rushed over.

"Kill!" Hundreds of Tsing Yi guards shouted in unison, the momentum was like a rainbow, the weapons were hidden, and the ancient road suddenly flickered with cold light, and a tragic slaughter atmosphere immediately filled every inch of space on the ancient road.

The Tsing Yi guards of the Haotian Caravan knew Ling Luoyan's identity. Although Ling Luoyan was a woman, she disguised herself as a man. In front of outsiders, everyone called her a son, but no one called her a young lady.

A group of guards, in addition to rushing forward as if they were dying, dozens of other guards were protecting Ling Luoyan and retreating backwards. Those workers had already fled in all directions at this time.

"Peng!" Like a dozen whirlwinds, the dozen black-clothed masters of the Beitang family crashed directly into the guards, and the blood suddenly burst into flames, the broken weapons flew up, and then the people also flew up. . Like a broken sack, it was thrown away by the violent force, and the person was killed in mid-air.

A slaughter broke out on the ancient road under the moonlit night.

"Unbearable!" Beitang was as proud as a black sword. Among the hundreds of guards who directly attacked him, there was a strange energy fluctuation on his body, and all the weapons that came at him were inexplicably intact. The unmoving was reversed, and the bodyguards who shot at him were chopped.

Beitangao didn't bother to pay attention to these guards, put his hands behind his back, and quickly passed through the hundreds of guards.

He didn't shoot at those guards. Those guards all died under their own swords. Such unpredictable supernatural powers made all the guards tremble.

But no one flinched because of this, no one flinched because of Beitangao's unpredictable supernatural powers, and a group of Tsing Yi guards still charged towards Beitangao fiercely.

"Hand over that thing, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse!" Beitang Ao swept away the look that Gu Fei had forced into a state of embarrassment, and chased after Ling Luoyan and the others with extremely strong strides.

After rushing to kill the guards of Xiang Beitangao, the weapon in his hand could not even touch Beitangao's clothes, so he died inexplicably under his own weapon.

All the way towards Ling Luoyan, who was retreating in a panic, the sound of his body smashing to the ground was heard constantly.

The Tsing Yi guards of Haotian Caravan are not at the same level as the masters trained by the Beitang family. Sprinkle, the ancient road turned into a hell on earth in an instant.

"Beitangao..." Uncle Zhong saw that most of the guards he had trained with his own hands were killed and injured in an instant, and he couldn't help but spit his fingers apart, "Wow!", and spurted a mouthful of blood.

"Hehe!" Beitang grinned proudly towards Ling Luoyan, Uncle Zhong and the others. It seemed like a black hole had formed around him, and people couldn't feel any aura from him. He... didn't seem to exist.

A yellow-clothed guard led his feet on the ground and jumped up. The long sword in his hand turned into a dazzling streamer and slashed towards Beitang proudly.

"Go to hell!" The yellow-clothed guard commander shouted angrily, with an angry look on his face, knowing that this monster-like guy would reverse his moves, but he still shot.

"Humph!" Beitang sneered disdainfully,

Continue to move forward like a stroll.

Sure enough, before the dazzling sword light hit Beitangao, the yellow-clothed guard commander felt a shock in his wrist, and then the sharp sword light he slashed reversed in his horrified gaze. And back, slashed to himself.

The exact same move, the same fierceness, the same indomitable movement, "Pfft!" A blood mist burst out in the air, and two corpses fell from the air.

The commander of the yellow-clothed bodyguard was attacked by his own sword and split into two halves.

Seeing this scene, Ling Luoyan, Xiaocui and Xiaoyue, the two servants, suddenly turned pale with fright. The bloody scene made them feel stuffy in their chests, and they had the urge to vomit.

"My lord, I don't have time to play with you." A wicked smile appeared on Beitangao's face, and then his right hand grabbed the seriously injured Uncle Zhong, completely ignoring the twenty or thirty guards who were protecting Ling Luoyan.

Dozens of guards in Tsing Yi who were protecting Ling Luoyan, Uncle Zhong and others from retreating, there were only twenty or thirty people left, and even their commander died tragically.

However, it has to be said that the Tsing Yi Wei of the Haotian Caravan is extremely loyal to Ling Luoyan. Even in the face of a terrifying enemy like Beitangao, who knows that he is invincible, they still show no signs of breaking down. get away.

Thousands of cyan energy threads shot out from Beitangao's right hand like silk, entwining towards Uncle Zhong who was guarded by the guards in the middle.

"Chichichi..." The extremely thin energy blue silk quickly traveled through the void, making a slight sound of breaking through the air.

Even Uncle Zhong's arm was twisted by this weird blue silk! This ghastly thing can even cut weapons. If a person is entangled, then shouldn't he die without a whole corpse?

Just when Ling Luoyan and the others thought it was impossible to escape death, a small purple shadow suddenly shot out from the dense forest next to the ancient road.

When the purple shadow came so fast, when the energy blue silk snatched from Beitangao fell to the crowd, it rushed into the guards in an instant.

With the sound of "Hey!", everyone felt a purple shadow flashing in front of them, and the clothes on Uncle Zhong's chest were torn open, revealing the close-fitting clothes inside.

"Not good!" Uncle Zhong's thoughts moved, and the five fingers on his left hand immediately grabbed the purple shadow on his chest. Although he broke his arm, his reaction was extremely fast.

However, the purple shadow had already clasped up on Uncle Zhong's chest and flew out backwards. At this time, everyone saw clearly that this fast-moving little thing was actually a fist-sized, extremely cute purple ferret.

This little sable is different from ordinary sables, it is much smaller than ordinary sables, with a pair of big ruby-like eyes, revealing incomparable spirituality. On the forehead, there is a dark purple vertical stripe, like a closed eye.

"Three...three-eyed sable!" Beitangao couldn't help moving when he saw this little beast, and what shocked him the most was that this little beast was holding a small box on top of its claws.

This is a brocade box, three fingers wide and less than half a foot long. It is covered with spiritual talismans, and the spiritual power flows, as if emitting a faint light. Obviously, this is a box sealed by a magic talisman.

The little beast was holding this box, it was extremely funny, like a child carrying a big stick, very awkward.

The movement speed of the little beast holding the box has slowed down significantly, but it is still extremely fast, like a purple shadow jumping rapidly in the crowd, trying to plunge into the dense forest next to the ancient road.

"Hurry up and grab that sable!" At this moment, Beitangao still cares about Ling Luoyan and others? He waved his right hand, and thousands of blue silk immediately changed direction, shrouded in the three-eyed mink.

And the dozen or so black-clothed men rushed towards the little beast after hearing Beitangao's shout. They have only one purpose, and that is the brocade box held on the little beast's claws!