At this moment, a billowing murderous aura descended from the sky, like thousands of white war horses marching together, majestically covering the main entrance of the Zhao Family. Together with the middle-aged man and other seventeen big men, they gathered together to form a dense forest.
The murderous auras collided with each other, and a dark cloud suddenly appeared.
In the blink of an eye, there was thunder and lightning, and a strong wind!
The two huge stone lions at the door of Zhao Dasha's house were rattled by the strong wind, swaying this way and that, and the deafening noise was like thunder in the ears.
The middle-aged man and the sixteen big men standing in two rows felt that the ground around them was shaking, as if the gate of the Zhao family was about to be destroyed, and the murderous aura they formed was easily torn apart like paper.
Before these people could react, a powerful wave of air suddenly surged in, like drizzle, morning mist, or dusk smoke. The air around them suddenly seemed to be ignited, like boiling water, and the bottom of the bag was churning.[
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
After the screams of ghosts and wolves howling.
Except for the middle-aged man, the sixteen big men were like kites with broken strings, flying upside down, flying high, and then hit hard on a high hard wall. Their sternums and ribs were broken, causing heavy casualties.
The weapon in his hand flew to nowhere.
I saw a young man about twenty-five years old, with a hooked nose and eagle eyes, a gloomy face, and was as thin as a sorghum stalk. He suddenly appeared 10 meters away.
Without hesitation, he arrived in front of Zhao Da's family.
"Who are you?"
The middle-aged man was so frightened that his teeth chattered wildly. Although he had roughly guessed who this person was, he still couldn't help but ask.
The young man didn't seem to hear his question at all. He walked over step by step, stepped on the stone steps in front of Zhao Da's family, and said slowly: "Where is Zhao Liuming? Tell him to come out!"
The voice was as cold as the chilly autumn frost.
At this time, the golden light of the noon sun shone on his body, reflecting his body as cold as a snow mountain and his icy face. His sharp eyes were even more eerie and terrifying than any other!
The middle-aged man's face turned black with fear, his lips turned white, and he felt a gurgling sound in his throat. He didn't dare to stay any longer, so he suddenly turned around, opened the door, and ran in without hesitation.
But as soon as he opened the main door, he immediately bumped into someone who walked out.
What rushed out was an old man wearing a brocade robe, with pale hair and a ruddy face. He had a straight back, a gust of wind as he walked, and a long beard hanging from his chest. He shouted loudly: "Why are you so panicked?"
The sound of drinking is like a loud bell, making people's eardrums buzz.
The middle-aged man had an earthy face and said in a trembling voice: "Master, he...he is here!"
The white-haired old man frowned and shouted: "Who is here!" He looked behind the middle-aged man. He saw a young man with a strange expression standing at the front door. He suddenly understood in his heart, and he clasped his fists and said: "Friend
Who is it? What brings you to my place?"
These two sentences were said with great energy and shocking people's ears. They obviously meant to demonstrate to the visitors.
The young man walked past Wei step by step until he came to the white-haired old man, and then slowly said: "Are you Zhao Liuming, the head of the Zhao family?"
"Not bad!" said the white-haired old man.
At this time, he saw the sixteen big men on his side lying on the ground in a mess, and a strong smell of blood assaulted his nostrils. At the same time, he also saw a man standing on the side of the door, his legs as frightened as cotton.
The trembling Liang Shaochong.[
"You killed my disciple!" The white-haired old man was shocked. He turned to the young man and shouted.
The young man seemed not to have heard anything and said coldly: "Okay, you submit to my command and I will give you a way to survive! Otherwise, you will be exterminated just like the Chen Clan Ancestral Hall."
The white-haired old man shouted coldly: "You are the deacon Zhang who kills people without blinking an eye!" He thought that deacon Zhang was at least a middle-aged man, but he did not expect him to be so young, and he still didn't believe it.
"That's right!" said Deacon Zhang.
The white-haired old man immediately widened his eyes and shouted angrily: "You and I are strangers to each other, and we have enmity. Why do you want to attack my Zhao family?"
A strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Deacon Zhang's mouth, and he said slowly: "It's very simple! Are you valuable?"
The white-haired old man was stunned again, not expecting the other party to be so straightforward, and then said: "Could it be that you want to... kill all the sects and families that are valuable?"
Deacon Zhang said slowly: "That's right! Those useless sects and families that don't obey me must be exterminated!"
The white-haired old man felt a chill rise in his heart, but he looked up to the sky and laughed: "To conquer all sects and families with your own strength, are you going crazy?"
Deacon Zhang's face was cold and expressionless, colder and harder than an ice sculpture. It wasn't until the white-haired old man finished speaking that he said coldly: "As long as you agree to submit to me, I will offer you 500,000 taels of purple gold every month. As a reward, I will give you 500,000 taels of purple gold every month.
I will give you a bottle of elixir every month, which will allow you to improve your cultivation level immediately."
"You fart! What kind of elixir is that? I'm afraid it's poison!" The white-haired old man sneered and shouted.
"So, you don't agree to it."
Deacon Zhang's face turned cold, and a deep murderous aura swept toward the white-haired old man Zhao Liuming.
"That's right!" Zhao Liuming shouted coldly.
"Then you all have to die!" The murderous look in Deacon Zhang's eyes became even thicker and murderous.
Zhao Liuming laughed loudly, and an uncontrollable anger rushed up, hitting his forehead, and laughed loudly: "I want to see if you have this ability!"
Deacon Zhang said coldly: "Although you have the highest cultivation level among the six major forces in Meixing County, you are still no match for me. I will give you time to think about it."
"Don't think about it. Even if I die, I won't agree."
Zhao Liuming suddenly laughed miserably and rushed forward, holding in his hand a mid-level yellow-grade pulse treasure "Xuan Fei Sickle" with black light and a shape like a crane's claw.
It turned out that Zhao Liuming had already made plans. He knew that he was no match for Deacon Zhang, but he was not willing to be controlled by him, so he sent a group of people to guard the gate, deliberately pretending to be heavily guarded.
In fact, they secretly moved their family members long ago!
Deacon Zhang seemed to understand something and couldn't control the anger in his heart. He shouted: "If you want to die, I will let you die! Don't think that I can't kill them just because you move all your family members to a safe place." [
"bring it on!"
Zhao Liuming roared angrily, and thrust forward the "Xuan Fei Scythe" in his hand. Immediately, black flames leapt into the sky, and strong energy came out. As the air flow rolled, there was a creaking sound, and a huge black Xuan Claw appeared in front of him.
, shrouding Deacon Zhang.
This "Xuan Fei Scythe" is refined from the black iron from the Cold Yin Land. It is not only hard and sharp, but also when driven by the energy of the pulse, several light black black claws will appear, which can surround the surroundings and automatically defend, and can also attack the enemy.
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Zhao Liuming fought countless times in his life, and several people died under his "Xuan Fei Scythe" before he could maintain his current position. But at this moment, he touched the cold and hard "Xuan Fei Sickle" in his hand, and his fingertips
He could not help but tremble slightly.
"The first move! I can give you three moves and give you time to consider them. If you haven't decided to submit to me yet, I will destroy your Zhao family. Even if your family hides in the ends of the earth, it will be useless."
Deacon Zhang's eyes flashed, and he issued the last ultimatum. He walked lightly, dodged lightly, and dodged away easily.
call!
"Xuanwu Dragon Claw!"
Zhao Liuming shouted loudly, and the "Xuan Fei Scythe" suddenly erupted with a dazzling black light like the sun. There was a loud crackling sound in the space, and a five-foot-long dragon figure covered with huge black scales appeared out of thin air.
This dragon had three-inch antlers growing out of its head, and its body seemed to be made of steel. It appeared to be stronger and more powerful. An inviolable aura spread mightily, and it jumped towards Deacon Zhang.
Zhao Liuming was, after all, a low-level pulse warrior with the first level of pulse gate. At this time, he launched a move from his whole body, which made Deacon Zhang quite afraid and did not dare to be careless.
"It's really interesting! The second move!"
Deacon Zhang's eyes flashed, and he quickly used the "Blood Erosion Soul Locking Technique". Suddenly, a thick blood mist surged around his body, gathered and rose, and quickly formed a blood stream, surrounding his body.
In this blood stream, huge whirlpools appeared, the sound of war drums and thunder resounded, and blood waves were set off, which were five inches high, forming mist flowers that kept changing.
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"This person is many times more powerful than that Deacon Li!"
Liang Shaochong, who was standing aside, also changed his expression slightly.
The last time I met Deacon Li, a thin mist of blood appeared all over his body, but this Deacon Zhang had a stream of blood coming out of his body.
Wuchi! Wuchi!
Deacon Zhang did not dodge and allowed the five-foot-long dragon to hit the blood stream surrounding him.
The blood stream immediately splashed with strings of crystal blood beads, followed by a loud "rumbling" sound, the blood light flashed, violent ripples appeared, and a vortex suddenly appeared.
In the whirlpool, followed by a bloody devil, covered in blood armor and wearing a bloody mask, some holding broadswords, some with long swords, and some with bare hands, all charging towards the five-foot-long dragon.
As soon as the dragon rushed into the bloody stream, it was like a fish jumping to the shore. Within a moment, it was killed by a bloody devil.
Deacon Zhang shook his body, walked over leisurely and lightly, looked at Zhao Liuming coldly, and said: "This is the last resort and your last consideration!"
Although at this time, the blood stream on his body gradually faded away and turned into a stream of pale red fireworks, but the fireworks were filled with a dreamlike, illusory, gloomy and strange atmosphere, which made people feel...
The hair on my head is tingling, and I feel like I am in constant panic all day long.
If you are not strong-willed, you may have surrendered by now...)