Chapter 176

The night was deep and the town was thundering.

On the top of the slightly dilapidated towering city at the north end of the town, the old man put his hands behind his back and looked up to the north.

The moon is bright and the stars are thin, and the breeze is gentle.

As the gatekeeper of the town and the master of the town's sword array, he was indifferent to the vibration of the town and didn't even look back.

In the city, the movement is not small, there are several houses which act as sword array have been impacted and are about to fall.

The old man just looked North quietly. After a long time, he sighed.

"Jian Xiu should have the appearance of Jian Xiu, and a scholar should have the backbone of a scholar. The North Lake is no longer a decent one... "

"Someone will break that cage after all. The Su family boy, I hope I won't miss you. "

In the distance, under the head of the town, dozens of ghosts came leisurely and stopped hundreds of feet away. Looking up at the towering head of the town, they stopped.

Most of these people were dressed in black robes with Koi embroidered on them.

Obviously, these people here are Koi masters from Dashuo. But these people seem to be afraid of the dignity of the town, dare not too close, only dare to overlook.

On the top of the city, the old man looked down at the scene and couldn't help talking.

"At the beginning, if I had been cruel, those disciples would not have fallen to the cliff and died, would they?"

"Now, old man, I'm not the master of Confucianism and Taoism, and I don't want to give up?"

The old man's face was a little gloomy. He raised his foot slightly, stepped down suddenly and stepped on the top of the city.

A great spirit surged out.

In the distance, dozens of Koi masters parked hundreds of feet away changed their faces and rushed back.

It's a pity that these people just got up, then they collided with each other, one by one, flying backwards and eight askew, hitting the ground in the distance, spitting out a mouthful of blood, one by one, their faces were scared.

"This is not your territory. If there is another time, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Above the city, the old man cried low.

In the distance, dozens of Koi masters with good status and status spat out a mouthful of blood again. They stood up and helped each other to leave quickly, showing no dissatisfaction from the beginning to the end.

After those people left completely, the old man continued to lean on the top of the city, took out a pot of wine that Su Chunsheng gave him in the evening, opened the pot, took a sip, and cried out to be happy.

On the South China Sea, a white light comes back to the town.

In the small town, on the muddy street, it was even worse now.

Wang Meng gasped heavily and stood on the street, his mouth full of scarlet blood, but his eyes were firm.

On the other side, Cao Xi, who was short, had a gloomy face and was still playing with the little flying sword in her hands, jumping at her fingertips.

The flying sword is small, but it's only an inch long.

However, this seemingly ordinary flying sword is mixed with abundant qi circulation. The small inscriptions on the body of the sword are constantly flowing, and there are plenty of killing opportunities.

That is to say, this flying sword directly pierced Wang Meng's vigorous Qi and thigh. If it wasn't for Wang Meng's Vajra body, most of his legs would be lost.

Just like now, there are several wounds on Wang Meng's body, most of which are constantly bleeding, which is caused by this seemingly insignificant flying sword.

"Wang Meng, do you want to fight? Are you not afraid to die here? "

While playing with the flying sword, he looked at Cao Xi in the opposite side with a gloomy smile and said, "it's not easy for you to cultivate yourself. Now old man Zhao hasn't come forward, so I don't think he's willing to pay any attention. If you go on fighting, old man Zhao may not really protect you."

Wang Meng reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, nodded heavily and said in a deep voice: "fight! It's not dead yet

"What's more, I'm going to kill you!"

"Oh, the toad swallows the sky. It's so big." Cao Xi curled his lips and said, "then go to die."

After that, the flying sword jumped out of its fingertips again and shot at the opposite Wang Meng with a very rapid speed.

This time, the flying sword pointed at Wang Meng's forehead.

The town is a sword pool, which has created many immortal swordsmen. But even the sword pool can absorb sword Qi. Therefore, if it's sword cultivation, the accomplishments here will be greatly reduced.

Cao Xi is still so, let alone other Kendo masters.

Cao Xi's flying sword, however, seems not to be affected by the sword array. The inscription on the sword body is obviously not ordinary. It can make the whole flying sword as if it has aura. It can shoot people with the master's will, and it contains sword aura, which is no less than shangjiujing.

Seeing this scene, Wang Meng took a heavy breath and gave a loud drink.

The air machine rushes to again, the wind of fist gang that lingers on the fist is like a tornado, sweeping out.

"I've been watching the tide for decades, and I've practiced my fist! It's called watching the tide

Wang Meng let out a loud shout, his fists smashed out and went straight ahead.

The flying sword came in an instant and directly met Wang Meng's fist.

Bang!

The powerful flying sword did not penetrate Wang Meng's fist this time, but was directly hit by the fierce fist gang. The flying sword is like shooting on the wall. It is nailed to the vigorous Qi. It can't move forward.

Seeing this, Cao Xi's face slightly changed and said with a sneer, "I didn't think I had some ability."

"But, so what?"

With a sneer, Cao Xi, who had been standing still, suddenly rushed forward, and a jet of air gushed out to Wang Meng.

The flying sword, which was stopped in front of the fist Gang, seemed to feel the Qi sent out by its master. Suddenly, it sounded softly, and its momentum went up to a higher level. It directly inserted into the fist Gang, and then moved forward inch by inch.

Wang Meng's face was even more ugly when he waved his fists with both hands. He pushed the air engine hard, and the fists in front of him kept crackling, but he still couldn't stop the speed of the flying sword.

Not far away, Cao Xi was already in a flash. In a flash, he reached out with one hand, nailed a finger directly on the flying sword and pushed forward.

Feijian speeds up again, tears Wang Meng's fist Gang, and goes straight to Wang Meng's fist.

Wang Meng immediately spit out a mouthful of scarlet blood, but hard to resist, a pair of indomitable appearance.

Soon, Feijian completely tore Wang Meng's fist gang and inserted it into his fist.

Bang bang!

The sound of the air engine burst continuously.

Wang Meng's fists burst with blood and water.

Cao Xi's face was gloomy and arrogant.

In the distance, a strange figure came quietly.