"Sure enough, the swordsmanship of the first generation cannot kill Zhao Peng directly." Rong Que smiled bitterly, thinking of it with a pity.
He raised his hand and slashed through the huge knife wound in his chest. Rong Que was helpless and said to himself softly: "The pain is really easy for people to lose themselves. If it weren't for the power of the soul just now, I might have paid the price for my impulse."
Rong Que stood with his sword, and the whole audience was quiet. Everyone's eyes widened. No one could have thought that Rong Que's final counterattack was so fast and decisive that he killed someone as soon as the sword came out.
Just when the whole audience was quiet and silent, a roar suddenly came from the crowd: "Boss is mighty and domineering, you can see it, this is my boss's real strength."
Huang Long spoke again, no one could refute him. Rong Que's victory was obvious to all. The newcomer's strength surpassed most of the people present. The remaining few disciples also frowned deeply. Comparing himself with Rong Que, he found that he was only slightly better than him. It would be very difficult to kill Rong Que without finding his trump card.
"Xiaoque, win?" Yun Wu, who was still confused in the audience, rubbed his eyes, and seemed to be incredible and looked at the ring again, turned around and asked Wu with some confusion.
Wu glanced at his disciple, smiled slightly, and said, "If you win, your little brother must be a human dragon in the future. If you weren't for your Master Hu Tu's refusal to let him go, he would have been your junior brother long ago. I have learned all my methods and I will be alone as soon as possible."
"I'm crazy to give such a good apprentice to you. Can't I grow up now? If you want your apprentice to find it yourself, don't make any idea of Xiaoque." Hu Tu's face suddenly became ugly when he heard something in Zun's words and said angrily.
Wu laughed "haha" and didn't say anything more. He knew his senior brother's temper, just one word, stubborn.
"I just said Brother Rongque would not lose." Wang Er from Yinlong Peak showed an expression that he had known this before. He looked at Rongque on the ring and smiled.
"I wonder who was so nervous just now?" Just as Wang Er was still proud, an inappropriate voice came.
When Wang Er heard this tone, he immediately put on a cat face, turned around, pulled the owner who had the voice just now and said coquettishly: "Master, how can you say that!"
"If your brother Rong Que sees this look, it will be revealed." The person who came was the main sword dragon of Yinlong Peak. He raised his hand and touched Wang Er's head, and said with a smile.
Daolong loves his disciple very much, not only because he is from the Feidao Ling Yin family, but also for other reasons.
"No, no, it's so far, Brother Rong Que can't see it." Wang Er waved his hand and smiled giggled.
Daolong smiled bitterly, then looked at the ring and suddenly said, "Oh! He looked over, it seemed like he saw you."
"What! What!" One day Daolong said this, and Wang Er immediately turned around nervously and looked at it. He found that Rong Que had not looked up at all, and he was immediately unhappy.
Pull your mouth, look at Daolong with a squint, and said quietly: "Master, I will never be able to reconcile you again, you are lying to others."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
On the ring, Rong Que looked at Zhao Peng kneeling in front of him, and didn't know what he planned to kill, but he didn't want to kill people, for fear of provoking the monster in his heart. If he didn't kill, it would definitely cause endless troubles. Various assassinations will occur in the future. You must know that the hatred of killing his father and the hatred of extermination of the clan can definitely make a person crazy and desperate.
Just when Rong Que didn't know what to do, something unexpected happened to everyone, including Hu Tu and Wu, never expected it.
There was a thunder in the sky, and suddenly, a peerless pressure came down. Some of the weaker disciples couldn't help but spray out a mouthful of blood mist. At the same time as the pressure came, a sound with a domineering momentum came from all directions.
"Bi Tian, Wu, Hu Tu, you three come out!"
The sound floated over the Bitao Sect for a long time. For a moment, the entire Bitao Sect was in chaos. With this pressure, it was impossible for the disciples to take off in the air, and even some weak elders had to lower their bodies.
Wu and Hu Tu at the top of the audience looked at each other and saw the solemnity in each other's eyes. They were very familiar with this voice, but this person was not a good person. He killed someone like a slap. Once he was born, he would be bloody. Why did such a person suddenly come to Bitao Sect?
The sudden change in the entire Bitao Sect disrupted the battle. Hu Tu shouted to the disciples in the martial arts arena: "All back to their own mountain, you are not allowed to go out today." As he said that, he and Wu flew towards the sky together.
Rong Que glanced at Zhao Peng who had already fainted in front of him, frowned, but did not take his life in the end. He turned around and jumped towards Lianxin Peak with Ximen Xue. At the moment he left the martial arts arena, he looked back at the sky. Where, he vaguely saw four figures opposite, one of them was very strange and cold.
At the same time that the sound came out, Bi Tian, who was in the sect leader's peak, raised the black chess' right hand and frowned slightly, and disappeared into the Accord in an instant.
In the sky, the three of Bitao Sects faced a middle-aged man with long blood hair. At a glance, this person knew that he was a person who had been through bloody battles. His murderous aura had been integrated into the air. The birds walked around him thousands of feet, wearing black clothes, his face was like a knife, and there was an extremely strange black flame mark on his eyebrows.
"Hahahaha! Feng Luo, the Demon Lord against the Heavens, I don't know that the Demon Lord has arrived. Bitao Sect has failed to welcome him. Please forgive me." Among the four, Bitian was the leader of the sect, so of course he spoke first. He saw him hugging the red-haired man and speaking politely.
Feng Luo glanced at him and said angrily: "I'm asking you to come because you are the leader of the sect. In terms of strength, you are not qualified, so I'll talk less."
Bitian smiled bitterly. This senior was extremely powerful and far above him. If Bitao Sect had not had some potential power, he might have run away when he saw Feng Luo. How could he talk to him like this?
"Feng Luo, you old boy, have you become angry these years, aren't you? Should you let our second junior brother fight you for another 300 rounds? Don't cry if you lose." As soon as you saw that his senior brother was looked down upon, Hu Tu immediately jumped up and pointed at Feng Luo's nose and scolded.
Turning his head and looking at Hu Tu, a look of fear appeared in Feng Luo's eyes. Hu Tu was so sarcastic that he had never shown any obvious strength. Although his realm didn't seem to be high, there were many ways to hide his realm. It would be better not to scold him, a murderous evil god.
Thinking of this, Feng Luo looked at Wu and said with a serious expression: "I'm not here to fight this time, I have something important to tell you."
"Please tell me!" Among the three, only Wu fought with Feng Luo. The battle was in perfect harmony for three days and three nights. Although no one knew the result of the battle, this also made Feng Luo no longer have any intention of making mistakes against the Bitao Sect.
After taking a look at Wu, Feng Luo said solemnly: "The beast tide is coming!"
"What!"
The three Bitao Sect roared out in unison. They were already afraid of the beast tide. Every beast tide would take away the lives of many people. Under the Spirit King, there were all ants. Under the invasion of the beast tide, less than half of them could survive.
Hu Tu frowned deeply, carefully observed Feng Luo's face, and said in disbelief: "Why should we believe your words? Besides, you have no reason to help us, say! Are you going to do something bad? "
"The human race and the monsters are incompatible. No matter how much I kill, I am also a human race. Do people need any reason to help others?" Feng Luo ignored Hu Tu's somewhat bad words and said calmly.
"What a scale?" Among the three, only Wu was quite calm. He frowned, pondered for a moment, and asked.
After Wu asked this, Feng Luo took a deep breath, as if he had recalled something, and said with a serious expression: "I don't know how large it is, but I got this news alone."
Speaking of this, Feng Luo took out something from the storage ring and said, "That day I went to Panlong Mountain to hunt monsters and wanted to create a Taoist weapon, but when I entered the mountains, I saw a dragon's corpse."
"dragon!"
The three of them were surprised. According to legend, dragons are the top existences among monsters, and usually dominate their own areas and do not leave the world.
Looking at the expressions of the three people, Feng Luo nodded, looked at the thing in his hand, and said, "This is the dragon scales I took from the dragon corpse. While I took off the dragon scales, it alarmed the high-level monsters inside the mountains. When I escaped from the hands of more than a dozen high-level monsters for a lifetime, I could feel their anger, but if I wanted to relieve this hatred, it would definitely be a human being. Moreover, there was a trace of the aura of a strong human being left on the dragon corpse, and it should have been killed by the master."
"Do you know who killed it?" Hu Tu frowned.
You should know that a dragon is extremely important for a group of monsters. Although monsters do not have any restrictions on family sects, they also have their own core. Dragons are of course the best choice. The death of a dragon is definitely a war.
Looking at Hu Tu who asked the question, Feng Luo shook his head and said, "I don't know, but if you can kill an adult dragon, that person's strength must be on the same level as Wu and me, and I also feel the breath of extreme ice." Speaking of this, Feng Luo's brows frowned deeper.
"It's not your old lover who did it? She has always hoped that the human race will fight with monsters so that her power can be extended into the center of the continent." One day, Feng Luo said that there was a scent of extreme ice, and Hu Tu's expression suddenly became strange.
"I don't know, I'm not sure if it's her." Feng Luo gritted his teeth with a slight shake of his head.
Bitian nodded and finally couldn't help but ask, "Then tell us what's the purpose of this industry?"
"You Bitao Sect has the ability to protect the crowd when the beast tide is approaching, so I want to ask you to protect one person." Feng Luo looked at Bitian, and this time his tone was not very rude, and even with a hint of pleading.
"Who should I protect?"
Feng Luo frowned and finally gritted his teeth, as if he had made some major decision. With a wave of his left hand, a figure suddenly shot out from another storage ring.