Piao Tian Wenxue    ? The words were amazing. The disciples from the Wang family were originally holding the sword and eager to try it. They just waited for the Ninth Master to attack them as soon as they spoke, but now they had a blue face and took a few steps back, as if they were facing a great enemy. They let the children of the same clan who had been pinched their throats bent down and breathed heavily, and their bodies were curled up on the ground and could not struggle.

The thin black figure was still as ordinary as before. If anyone hadn't taken action just now, no one would have cared about it. But now it seems like a beast in the abyss, and the small step taken under his feet touched everyone's hearts.

Master Jiu snorted with an ugly look, and the sword in his hand evaporated and fog merged into his arms, making the latter suddenly bulge quickly, becoming muscled, a circle larger than before.

"Is it related to the death of my young master?"

He spoke like Han Bing, and half of his face was eroded by the blue mist, making one eye shine with a green light, which looked particularly strange.

"Toxu?" The mouse demon said sensitively.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Ninth Master's face changed drastically, as if he had been touched by some taboo. He rushed up regardless of the situation, and his moves were always at the critical point of his target. But what shocked him was that every sword he had produced was easily dodged by the other party. Even if he danced a sea of ​​swords, the other party was like a boat, and he could not hurt a single trace.

He shouted violently, and the blue mist suddenly turned into black and green ferocious thin silk threads, instantly crawling past most of his face. At the same time, his breath was also swelling wildly, and the blue bricks under his feet were shattered by the force.

"Take me a move and the sword breaks through the sea of ​​clouds!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the mouse demon squinted his eyes, feeling that the sword in front of him was left in the whole world, and everything had disappeared. He pinched the seal with a serious expression, no longer concealing the demonic aura in his body. His body suddenly rose several inches, and his sharp claws were exposed one by one. He roared torn the sword apart. He glared under his feet, and his claws quickly passed through the other party's throat. The blood stained the earth with a strong smell.

"How is that possible!"

Master Jiu widened his eyes and covered his broken throat with his hands tightly, but he could not stop the blood from rushing out. He instantly lost all his strength and fell heavily into the dust, making all the people in the Wang family white.

"You killed him?"

Everyone took a breath of cold air, their eyes full of panic. Just now, the Ninth Master's strongest sword move, and the Qingwu body made him at the peak. That sword was severely damaged by ordinary immortal masters, but it was cracked by the person in front of them. They immediately hesitated in their hearts, whether to repay this revenge or not?

If you go up, you will die. If you beg for mercy, you will be chased by the Wang family. In short, you don’t have to think about your peaceful life in Bingfeng Castle before, which makes everyone feel regretful.

Not only was the murderer who killed the young master in this operation not found, even the Jiuye, who was very important in the clan, fell here. In any case, they were charged with a bad crime of poor protection. Even if the person in front of them was let go, they would be held accountable and punished.

"If you have a half-baked magic, you dare to show off in front of me. If humans forcefully practice magic, aren't they afraid of their bodies bursting and dying?"

The rat demon slowly retracted his claws and said disdainfully. If he hadn't been hiding his strength before, how could he have been so careless that his palm was stabbed?

The people of the Wang family looked like earth. Although they were resentful, no one dared to speak out. How could the huge Wang family practice magic? Although the Ninth Master looked a little weird before, it should be just an evil skill.

The rat demon sneered and was about to step forward to solve these disciples one by one, but Chen Hao suddenly shouted:

"Enough, you go back!"

"Master, this..."

"You have just used your strength to attract good players. You can't fight against this person!"

Chen Hao shook his head, his face a little solemn. He lowered his eyes and thoughts came out. A ball of images in his mind became blurred and gradually became clear. Before the enemy could stop, the biting cold made him tremble all over.

Within a moment, a strange laugh sounded from the clouds, and white mist swam in from the air like a spirit snake. Several disciples of the Wang family could not dodge and were wiped into an ice sculpture.

Chen Hao snorted coldly, and then he had already slapped several feet into his hand, shaking the clouds and mists one by one. A thick layer of white frost appeared in the palm of his hand, slowly dripping water droplets downwards.

"Pretending to be a ghost, come out for me!"

A green sword lotus condensed from his hand and flew towards a place in the air. However, with a loud "bang", a huge boat appeared in the air out of thin air. The sword lotus only hit a shallow dent around his body and disappeared.

"How dare you damage my magic weapon!"

On the Dharma Boat, a young man with silver hair said coldly. He was tall and wearing a long white background and black lines. He had black spell marks on his neck. He was carrying a long bone gun behind him, as white as jade, emitting bright glory.

"Who are you?"

Chen Hao asked coldly, stretched out his hand and waved his sleeves, easily holding up the mountain-like pressure, and conveyed a thought to the rat demon. The latter immediately turned around and entered the house, so as not to fight later. The Zeng father and son were affected by the fish in the pond.

As for Luo Bei, he didn't plan to care about him. This person's ability was mysterious and his body seemed to be covered with a thick fog. He would not be injured by some remaining power. In the end, those disciples of the Wang family were left. What's the matter with him?

"Bang", "Bang", "Bang"

Without Chen Hao's power protection, the people wailed and exploded one by one, with flesh and bones everywhere, instantly turning this place into a Shura hell. However, the people on the Dharma Boat looked calm, which made people sigh like an ants.

I heard a sound of mechanisms, and chains flew out of the boat. In an instant, many white mists condensed, forming light blue ice on the chain. Each weapon was very tough, and it made a sound by cutting through the air.

Chen Hao took out a green lamp with his palm. The scorching temperature curled the surroundings a little distorted. It resisted the light of these chains. The two made a sizzling sound. Large pieces of ice melted and fell, dyeing the entire courtyard with a strange color.

The flames jumped on the chains, making it a little red, and the ice and fire entangled, forming a strong whirlwind, uprooting some small trees in the courtyard and then shattering them into countless wood chips, rising and falling in the air.

"So it's some kind of divine fire!"
Chapter completed!