Chapter 438

Boom!

When the loud noise came out, the people stared at the human shaped pit after the smoke and dust rushed to the sky and finally dissipated completely.

At the same time——

Whew, whew!

The sound of breaking the air sounded. In a few blinks, more than a dozen figures quietly appeared on the towering ancient trees on both sides of the ladder to the sky.

These ten people all have the strength of wusheng in the later stage.

Through costumes, we can see that these people are from yinjianzong, Hehuan Zong and Hongmen.

"I've seen the sword master (sect master, sect Master)."

After the fifteen or six figures appeared, their eyes fell on their respective patriarchs and shouted respectfully.

"Not solved yet?"

The old silver sword man's eyes were cold and his eyes were old and muddy. At the moment, there was a sharp edge. The strong men in the later period of the martial saint of the silver sword sect changed their faces and quickly explained, "Don't be angry, sword master. This man's strength has reached the level of demigod. If it weren't for the" five poisons powder "of Huan Zong's friend, we wouldn't be opponents at all. But sword master, don't worry, this man has been badly hurt by us and will die!"

The silver sword old man looked a little slow, but there was still cold light in his eyes.

"Kill!"

When the strong men of yinjianzong drank low, the fifteen or six people shot at the same time, offered their strongest killing moves, and bombarded the human pit without reservation.

Boom!

In bursts of loud noise, the human shaped pit suddenly expanded ten times, and the depth was even deeper.

The deep pit is filled with a strong smell of death.

With the joint strike of the strong in the later stage of the sixteen martial saints, although the strong in peak state can't lose a half god in a second, it can still do it.

After all this, the sixteen people breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where are the things!"

The silver sword old man asked without expression.

"Here!"

The nine star martial saint of the silver sword sect took out a map from his arms and respectfully handed it to the silver sword old man.

He. Huan Zong's cloud immortal Taoist couple and Hongmen's old man all stay on that map with longing in their eyes, as if there were some big secrets and treasures sealed on this map.

I can't wait to grab this picture and take it for myself!

The silver sword old man glanced and smiled gloomily, "three, there's nothing wrong with the map. I silver sword sect is willing to share with he Huan sect Hongmen, but before that, we still need to solve the immediate problems."

Although I know that the silver sword old man is a group of people who are ready to deal with the greedy wolf warship.

However, both sides are bound to win this plan. After a little hesitation, they also agreed.

"Boy, don't think that a strong martial god can run amok. Now I'll give you a chance to give up the black wolf puppet and the beauty around you. Kowtow and apologize to the three of us, and I'll let you live."

I don't know whether it's the strong of his own family or the joint efforts of the three parties, which gave the old man Yinjian great confidence. Just now, he was quite afraid of Zhao Fang and others. At the moment, he took the initiative to provoke.

But when he wanted to see the frightened expression of Zhao Fang and others, he found that Zhao Fang didn't pay attention to him at all. His eyes were just staring at the pit in the middle.

"Lao Zu, Lao Zu!"

Qiu Yao seemed to feel something, jumped off the warship, came to the pit and shouted.

He did not take the boy with him, but left him on the warship.

"Grandpa? Are you the descendant of that guy?"

The silver sword old man was slightly stunned and looked at Qiu Yao, "tell me your name."

Qiu Yao stared at the pit in front of her, her lips trembled, and her face was still unbelievable.

It was hard for her to believe that the mountain like reliance in her heart was now lying in the pit.

She had been frightened for many days. She thought that everything would end after meeting her grandfather, but she never thought that this scene would appear.

For a moment, she was stunned. The pressure of many days broke out at the moment, and her eyes were hazy.

"Sword master, this person seems to be princess Chen. He is related by blood to that person."

At this time, a strong man of yinjianzong said.

"It's so good. With the blood of that man's blood relatives, I'll increase my chances of getting through there."

Then the silver sword old man stared at Qiu Yao, "come on, take this woman down."

"Hehe, old silver sword, the map is already in your hand. This woman, let's give it to Hehuan Zong."

LV Wei smiled for a long time, but he grabbed Qiu Yao with his bare hands without waiting for the strong man of the silver sword sect to make a move.

But just as his true palm appeared above the pit, a sharp breath suddenly came out of the pit.

"I don't know what to do!"

When the breath appeared, LV Wei sensed it. A sneer floated from the corners of his mouth. His palm turned into a clap and fell hard towards the pit.

But just then.

A purple light, in an arrogant and almost violent attitude, tore LV Wei's Zhenli palm, turned into a purple awn in the sky, and appeared in front of everyone again.

When the purple awn soared into the sky, I could vaguely see an old figure emerging.

"Hmm? Not dead yet?"

LV Wei was suspicious.

The silver sword old man and the Hongmen old man also showed a happy look on their faces after they were slightly stunned.

The body shape rushed out at the same time, and the martial god came out of the strong field, shrouded in the purple light that rushed out of the sky.

I don't know whether they intended it or not. When they dispersed in the field, they shrouded LV Wei in it.

LV Wei's face became gloomy for a moment.

meanwhile.

The other of the cloud immortals and Taoists quickly approached LV Wei and supported the real force field to resist the field attack of the two strong ones.

"What do you mean?"

LV Wei looked at the old man Yinjian and the old man Hongmen with a gloomy face.

"Ha ha, it's an accident. It's just an accident. I'm sure Lord LV won't mind."

Having said that, there was a trace of regret in the old man's eyes.

LV Wei is not a fool. He knows the intention of the silver sword old man.

But now, it's not the time to turn around. When he hummed coldly, he and his companions stepped back and left the battlefield at the same time.

meanwhile.

The figure shrouded in purple light fell on the edge of the pit. His pale face swept the whole audience slightly, but when he saw Zhao Fang, his eyes were slightly frozen and showed a trace of disbelief in his eyes.

"Zhongshan, three hundred years ago, you mysteriously disappeared in the Zhongling empire. I thought you could not break through your accomplishments and sit somewhere. Unexpectedly, three hundred years later, you came back alive and promoted to a demigod. Unfortunately, today's Zhongling realm is not your world. You'd better let me get rid of that old thing. If you cooperate, I can see the old love Spare your life. "

The silver sword old man stared at the old figure, and a happy smile came out of his mouth.

But just then.

The old figure suddenly turned around, and his eyes fell on the demon wolf warship. He shouted to the youth on the warship: "knife slave, have you seen the master!"