"Bang!"

One of Situ Yue's eyes was shattered, and blood covered her face. Her hair was disheveled, and she fell to the ground, holding her head and wailing uncontrollably.

It is recorded in the Dragon Roar Kung Fu that if practiced to perfection, it is enough to break the peaks with its sound.

Although he can't do this now, after reaching the sixth level of Tiangang, his control over the Dragon Roar Skill will reach a new level.

Lin Mang withdrew his gaze and went towards Wu Qinghou without any hesitation.

Stepping lightly, the figure disappeared from the place like a ghost.

Hou Qinghou's heart sank, he gritted his teeth and took out a blood-red pill and drank it.

"Stop him!"

Wu Qinghou's voice became much weaker.

Swallowing the Blood Burning Pill takes a certain amount of time to take effect.

This blood-burning pill has always been a banned drug in the world. It burns people's body potential to gain huge potential.

It can range from losing five years of life to losing all martial arts skills.

But now that things have come to this, he doesn't care so much anymore.

The only remaining killers from all around came to kill him one after another.

But after just one encounter, Lin Mang burst out of the crowd.

There was a trace of blood on the blade.

The killers stood still, as if frozen.

After taking three steps to attack, the bodies of the dozens of assassins behind him were all split into two.

Blood rains all over the sky!

Lin Mang stepped on the mountain of corpses and bones and came to kill with a knife.

His robe had already been stained red with blood, and blood was dripping from under the hem.

His face was full of coldness.

If anyone looks down from a high place at this moment, they will find that Lin Mang's figure drags out a long phantom in the rain.

The golden pure Yang Qi lit up the night sky.

Passed by in a flash!

Lin Mang's figure quickly approached Wu Qinghou, and the sharp sword energy hit his face.

The pressure of death lingers in my heart like a nightmare.

Marquis Wu Qing had long lost his previous composure.

There was a trace of fear lurking in his eyes.

However, his pride did not allow him to ask for mercy.

Ordinary Jianghu people would ask for mercy, but he was the Marquis of Wuqing in the Ming Dynasty and had been aloof since he was a child. How could he ask for mercy from an ant?

The winner is the king and the loser is the enemy!

Wu Qinghou said coldly: "I will wait for you."

The embroidered spring knife quickly enlarged in Wu Qinghou's pupils.

The shining blade slashed down in an unparalleled manner.

Wu Qinghou extended his hand to attack, and at the moment of collision, sparks flew everywhere, and another explosion sounded from his remaining arm.

The sword energy tore his arm apart.

The silver sky silk gloves were torn bit by bit, and the white bone stubble punctured the flesh.

Suddenly.

"call out!"

In the rain curtain, an arrow with an icy cold light suddenly shot out.

The front part of the arrow seemed to be burning with fire, like a bolide falling from the sky.

This arrow came extremely unexpectedly, even without any warning.

The arrow seemed to have spanned space, which was a reflection of its extreme speed.

However, Lin Mang practices the Dharma of Confused Mind, and his spirit is far superior to that of ordinary people.

Lin Mang's face hardened, and he slashed with his backhand, and the blade struck the front of the arrow.

"Qiang!"

Suddenly there was a roar of gold and iron colliding.

The air waves vented to all directions.

The arrows made of cold iron were separated bit by bit by this knife.

But this arrow also forced Lin Mang to take a step back.

"broken!"

Anger appeared on Lin Mang's face, and terrifying power surged between his arms.

"laugh!"

The tail feathers of the arrow were separated and slid to both sides.

"Boom!"

The earth shook violently, like an earthquake.

In the darkness, a black torrent rushed towards him.

The pitch-black armor almost blended into the darkness.

Everyone wears armor!

The war horse beneath him is even covered in armor.

The horse that was being dragged by one hand was filled with an icy cold light.

Heavy cavalry!

This was once a nightmare for martial artists.

In the cold weapon age, heavy cavalry has always played a very important role.

Today, the heavy cavalry of the Ming Dynasty are composed of warriors of the Houtian realm who are tall and broad.

Ten thousand people work together!

The charge of tens of thousands of heavy cavalry has crushed the masters of Jianghu.

Lin Mang frowned slightly.

A sneer suddenly appeared on Wu Qinghou's face.

Lin Mangxian glanced at him and suddenly stepped on the ground, a terrifying force gathering on the blade.

Magic knife!

The majestic sword intention is melted under this sword.

The energy of heaven and earth gathers together.

Although he does not have the power of a master, he already has the intention of a master.

The sword intention and true energy converge!

"presumptuous!"

In the darkness, there was a loud roar like thunder.

A bloody spear stabbed from the darkness!

Lin Mang ignored it at all.

"Pfft!"

The Xiuchun knife slashed across, and a touch of warm blood spattered.

The slight smile on Wu Qinghou's face solidified.

His eyes widened angrily!

The head rolled down in the rain of blood!

Lin Mang stepped on Wu Qinghou's head, his robes rustling in the cold wind.

The Xiuchun knife in his hand was dripping with blood.

He stared at the stabbing shot with no intention of drawing out the knife.
Chapter completed!