For a time, all the cultivators within thousands of miles were as silent as cicadas.
Jian Wushuang frowned slightly, then waved his hand, and the Yanli barrier protected the entire restaurant.
"Boom!"
It's the sound of the earth being torn apart.
Then one after another the pavilions overturned and shattered.
In the center of this violent explosion, only one restaurant remained standing without even the slightest damage.
Cui Jing, who was having a drink, couldn't help but tremble in his heart when he saw the scene outside. But when he saw Jian Wushuang sitting by the window, still looking lazy, he felt at ease inexplicably and continued drinking.
"Brother Jian, do you need me to investigate?" Chunqiu asked in a low voice, already ready for a fight.
Hearing this, Jian Wushuang shook his head and said, "No need, the troublemakers are here."
As his words fell, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground resounded.
"Run, why don't you run?!"
There was a thunderous roar.
Outside the broken street, two extremely thin figures fell into the gravel.
A Yanxian who looked like an angry-eyed King Kong immediately trampled the two figures into the ground with his bare feet.
An uncontrollable groan sounded.
Behind this Yanxian, there were five more Yanxians, all with sinister looks on their faces.
"Damn you bastard, aren't you very good at running?"
Withdrawing the soles of his feet, the King Kong-like Immortal made a hand in the air, directly holding the thin figure's neck, and lifted him up from the ground.
"Uh-huh..."
The mud-stained hair covered his face, but it could not hide his pain.
Thick blood gurgled along the wounds on his skin.
"Brother, brother, I'm scared."
Another, thinner figure was lying on the ground, his hands helplessly pushing away the gravel, as if trying to stand up.
The thin figure whose neck was strangled slowly calmed down, and his bloodshot eyes were lifeless.
"Let my brother leave, and I will follow you."
When the king-like Yanxian heard this, it was as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke, and he laughed ferociously and said, "How dare you, a bastard like you, negotiate terms with me? Everyone go back with me, no one can escape."
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After he finished speaking, he made a move with his other big hand, like twisting ants, and picked up these two thin figures in his hand.
"You bastards are only qualified to be medicine guides."
When the thin figure heard these words, his originally dull eyes suddenly condensed, and then like a bloody beast, he opened his mouth and bit the ear of the diamond-like Immortal.
"Bang!"
A powerful slap hit his face, blood poured out from his seven orifices, and he fainted in an instant.
The diamond-like Yanxian smiled disdainfully, raised his hand to pick up another figure, and was about to leave.
The next moment, an extremely cold female voice resounded across the broken earth.
"Let them go."
Jian Wushuang looked at the sound, and his eyes suddenly showed a look of surprise.
The one who made the cold voice was a woman in a gray shirt. Her face could not be said to be soft, but she was very heroic and not angry.
And this heroic woman is one of the last remaining Seven Swordsmen who brought trouble to Beitian Xianzhou.
I met him several times in the Sand Devil's Cave, but in the end I didn't know where he went.
But now, to actually meet each other again in this part of the world is simply unbelievable.
Jian Wushuang raised his eyebrows slightly, already wanting to see what she would do next.
After shouting those words, the heroic woman felt relaxed and fearless, and her powerful energy was already flowing around her body.
Holding a thin figure of King Kong Yanxian in one hand, he paused on the spot, then slowly turned back.
When he saw that it was a woman, his violent eyes were already full of desire.
"Who did I think she was? She turned out to be a little girl." The king-like Yanxian threw the two figures in his hands directly to Yanxian behind him, then rubbed his palms and walked towards her without any taboo.
A flash of disgust flashed in the heroic woman's eyes, and then she shot out a long sword like thunder without any warning.
The Yanxian's eyes narrowed and he subconsciously turned his neck, narrowly avoiding the terrifying attack.
But an extremely long and narrow blood mark still almost cut his neck into two pieces.
It was just this one encounter that severely damaged him.
This made him frightened and angry, and he waved his hand to suppress it.
The sky suddenly dented, and an invisible giant palm hit the heroic woman.
She frowned, and her whole figure was like a ghost, running towards the diamond-like Immortal at an unimaginable speed.
The king-like Yanxian was horrified, took a few steps back and exclaimed, "Crush her!"
As the roar rang out, the five Immortals behind him started to move.
Gathering the power of the six Immortals, an unparalleled prison of energy appeared, and the terrifying situation once again caused the ground to tear apart.
The originally extremely fast and heroic woman was also affected, as if she was in a quagmire and found it difficult to move even an inch.
It is impossible for her to fight against six immortals, even if she is at the peak of her strength, let alone in her current state.
The unparalleled power of the six paths descended, which directly made her thirsty. Even if she had the intention, she could not save herself.
"Young lady, you dare to hurt me. I will make sure that you cannot live or die today!"
Explosive shouts resounded from the mouth of the diamond-like Yanxian, and chains of Yanli surged between his palms, and he once again grabbed the heroic woman.
But at the next moment, a lazy voice suddenly sounded.
"It's really noisy."
He subconsciously turned his head to look at the place where the sound came from, only to see a black urn smashing straight towards him.
"boom!"
An extremely dull voice sounded, and the fragrant wine spread out.
The urn altar directly tore apart the combined blow of the six Yanxian, and exploded heavily on the face of the King Kong-like Yanxian.
Then, he threw his head back and fell to the ground, fainting completely.
Just a casual blow, directly causing a Yanxian to lose his ability to resist. What kind of extraordinary method is this?
Holding an exquisite wine pot in one hand and a three-foot real sword in the other, Jian Wushuang walked forward slowly, with indescribable freedom and wantonness.
The five Yanxian took a few steps back at the same time, looking at him warily.
The heroic woman covered her heart and backed away slowly. Looking into Jian Wushuang's eyes, there was only shock and disbelief.
"Who are you? You'd better judge the situation and don't conflict with Lihuo Sect again. Let's forget about what happened just now."
One of the Pure Faced Immortals, although shocked by Jian Wushuang's terror, was rude in his words.
After all, in his opinion, no matter how powerful Jian Wushuang is, can he still beat five with one?
But soon, this thought was swallowed up in his stomach, and his eyes suddenly widened to their maximum size.
Because he saw figures with four divine peaks walking out of a restaurant not far away and standing behind the young man one after another.