Master Xiuxian in the City

The moment the two attacks collided, the energetic giant knife cut the ripple directly at both ends, and then passed the white-haired old man's body in an instant, then chopped on the ground the next moment.

A weird situation emerged. Although the huge Aura Knife easily cut through the ripple power of the white-haired old man, there was no movement at all when it was bombarded on the ground, just like a phantom.

Time freezes for a second, then the body of the white-haired old man suddenly explodes, and it turns into a torrent of **** rain. All of this is plainly explained. The infuriating sword is not an illusion. It is the terrible power that really exists.

The root cause of this weird phenomenon is that the power of innate masters to control the Qi has reached an amazing level. After attacking the white-haired old man, the middle-aged people have dispersed the Qi. Power, so the energetic giant sword finally hit the ground with a phantom.

If this is not the case, the blow of the middle-aged people is enough to smash the entire cliff by a small part. After all, this is their hiding place. Therefore, the middle-aged people are more careful when they start.

After beheading and killing the white-haired old man, the middle-aged man slowly landed from the air, watching the short-haired old man who fell aside, with a cold smile on his lips.

"I hope you have the same strength, so that I can move my muscles a bit."

The neck twisted slightly, making a clicking noise, and the middle-aged man slowly walked towards the short-haired old man.

"The demon! Don't be proud, the masters of the Baolong regiment will soon find here. At that time, you, the demon, will not have any hiding place. You can only follow the Baolong regiment forever! Die! "

The short-haired old man was in grief, and he and the white-haired old man were decades of life and death. Even when they came out to perform tasks, they all made progress together. This time his old friend died, he didn't want to live alone, watching The middle-aged person hated.

He knows that he is not the opponent of this middle-aged person. The middle-aged person can easily kill the white-haired old man, and it will not take much effort to deal with him. Moreover, the white-haired old man uses the blood spirit secret to improve cultivation, but it is still not The middle-aged's opponents can be seen from this, the middle-aged's strength is definitely far beyond them. Even among the masters of the innate world, they can be regarded as a strong one.

The gap between innate masters is the same as that of true cultivation, and the gap between masters of true cultivation is even greater. The masters of innate conviction compete for the understanding of martial arts, and it is no longer a simple competition of martial arts. Levels and moves, but each has its own unique martial arts perception.

For example, the middle-aged man's huge and energetic knife that cut off the sky just now is obviously not any existing martial arts, but the strokes that he himself realized, that is, the martial arts learned by himself After that, create your own moves.

This move is more in line with the operation and characteristics of its own exercises. After reaching the a priori realm, the pursuit of martial arts is no longer the most powerful, but the martial arts that are most suitable for them.

What kind of martial arts is most suitable for me is, of course, the martial arts created by myself. That is a complete fit of my own characteristics. There is no obscurity in using it, and the power exerted is naturally great.

"The Baolong regiment? You don't expect them to find this place, even if it takes several times longer, they don't want to find this place."

The middle-aged person stood high in front of the short-haired old man, sneering with his hands on his back and sneered, "I know what you are thinking about, are you wearing a positioning device? Even if you don't notify Baolong, they will know your location. ? "

"As early as we tracked in, the Baolong Regiment had already received our signal. You can't even run if you want to run!"

The short-haired old man sneered.

"Run? Why should we run?"

The middle-aged man laughed wildly in the sky. "The whole mountain forest here has been disturbed by us. Any positioning communication device here will become a useless pile of scrap iron. Do you think we are not prepared?"

The short-haired old man suddenly changed his face and screamed awful in his heart. How can he forget this stubble, they will use modern devices, but the demons were born in the same era, they are also very proficient in these devices. It may not even be under them.

"How come, think of it? Do you think we would be so stupid? You found our place easily? Then come and wipe out in one fell swoop?"

The middle-aged man sneered and looked at the short-haired old man. "Born in the same era, you will get things, we will, even things you won't, we will, but don't underestimate us, this time we want to upend everything History! Let Wulin, and the entire Huaxia! Be at our feet! "

Looking at the arrogant middle-aged man, the old man with short hair turned up a chill from the bottom of his heart. Just when he was about to say something, he suddenly found that another figure appeared from under the cliff.

This figure slowly rose from the cliff, as if stepping on the air step by step, and then went straight to the edge of the cliff, and stepped on the solid mud ground from the air.

After the figure showed his true colors, the short-haired old man suddenly froze, because it turned out not to be a Huaxia, but a Westerner, blond, towering cheekbones and bridge of the nose, deep eyes, all of which showed that the person was pure Of Western origin.

"Yag; Bruch, what are you doing up here?"

The middle-aged man glanced down at the westerner and frowned slightly.

"Hong Mingshen, you have been here for so long. Why is such a miscellaneous fish unresolved? The efficiency is too low. We are still negotiating cooperation with you. Is it not good for you to leave for such a long time?"

Yag Bruch glanced at the short-haired old man who fell on the ground, and said a little dissatisfied, but although there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone, the expression on his face revealed a careless appearance, obviously at all Don't care about these things.

"You are too anxious, just can't wait for such a little time?"

Hong Mingshen is the name of this middle-aged person. Although the other person's direct name makes him a bit upset, he can only bear it when he thinks of the straight character of Westerners. After all, he still needs the other person's help. .

"We just want to make your progress faster and unify the forces here in Huaxia earlier, so that we can help us develop a stronger territory in the West."

Yag Bruch smiled indifferently and glanced at the short-haired old man casually. "Your strength here is greatly restricted. It is obviously not a good thing for our expansion in the West. Good enough to help each other, don't you? "

"I see, let's go down!"

Hong Mingshen nodded, and he was really angry when he was about to make an old man with short hair, but he was stopped by Yag; Bruch reached out and frowned, "What are you doing?"

"Although this person's strength is a little weaker, but the energy on his body is relatively pure, it is better to leave it to me to do it for me!"

Bruker laughed loudly, and Scarlet tongue stuck out, licking gently on his lips.

There was a hint of disgust in Hong Mingshen's eyes, but he nodded, but he disappeared on the cliff with a flash of his body, as if there was something he did not want to see.

Just after Hong Mingshen left, Bruker smiled, and slowly walked towards the short-haired old man who fell to the ground.

Seeing that Hong Mingshen had left, the short-haired old man's eyes flashed, and the whole person immediately burst from the ground, his right arm swelled again about twice, and he leaned forward and grabbed that Yag. Bruge, very fast, where? And the paralyzed look just now is completely a masterful style.

"Hey, the prey is always struggling before it dies. My family has been hunting for thousands of years and has told us that we must beware of this."

Bruge whispered a weird smile, and his lips suddenly turned open, and his four fangs suddenly protruded from his lips, suddenly turning into a ghost-like appearance.

The next moment, Yag Bruch's figure disappeared in the eyes of the short-haired old man. At the same time, his figure actually appeared in the old man's arms. The strange twist of his left hand was directly wrapped in short hair. The old man's right arm, two arms of different thicknesses tangled together, and a crisp fracture sound sounded the next second.

But the broken arm is not that Yag; Bruch's left arm, but the short-haired old man looks very stout right arm, two disproportionate arms are intertwined, the broken is actually the short-haired old man The arm looks a bit surprising, even the short-haired old man has an incredible look.

Just before the short-haired old man had not returned to God, Bruge's head flickered for a moment, directly to the right side of the short-haired old man's neck, and made an action that the short-haired old man did not expect. He opened his mouth and bit into the aorta of the right neck.

I saw thick blood vessels on the aorta immediately, and a large amount of blood continued to flow into Yage along the blood vessels. In Bruch's mouth, the short-haired old man's face quickly dried up.

"You are ... a vampire ..."

There was a gurgling air leak in the mouth, and the old man with short hair struggled to spit out a few words, and then his eyes dimmed.

"Hey, Huaxia warrior, the energy in the body is pure. Unfortunately, we can't burst into here on a large scale, but the situation is different now. With their help, we can finally invade innocently!"

After draining the old man with short hair, Bruge's eyes flashed a weird red light.

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