Zhao Laohu roared repeatedly, and a gray air jumped and roared on the steel gun, forming a huge shadow of a tiger's head on the head of the gun. The steel gun was like a living creature, moving its head and tail and "drag" the tiger's body to rush forward. Wherever it passed, the thatch was split open with a trace several feet wide, and countless grass blades were shaken by the fierce force. into pieces.
Chu Tian's hands drooped, and thin invisible wind wrapped around his body, like a sharp arrow from the string, galloping forward.
The gentle wind stirred the grass in front of and on the left and right of Chu Tian. Wherever Chu Tian passed, all the grass blades rolled gently, making way for Chu Tian.
It was very different from Zhao Laohu's earth-shattering and violent blow. Where Chu Tian passed by, the wind was light and the clouds were calm, and not a single blade of grass was broken. Around his body, the invisible wind transformed into a soft aura, pressing the dense grass into a circle with a radius of three feet.
The steel gun burst into this invisible circle with explosive energy.
Chu Tian closed his eyes, and wisps of wind were beating against Zhao Lao Lao's steel gun. Chu Tian could accurately grasp the trajectory of the steel gun without using his eyes, and grasp every beat and every burst of energy in the steel gun. , clearly perceive where the steel gun will come and attack next.
A flash of blue light flashed, and the bronze eight-sided sword jumped out from Chu Tian's right sleeve. Like a ball of agile blue flames, it tore through the air and struck Zhao Lao Lao's steel spear fiercely.
Zhao Laohu grinned ferociously. His steel gun was a precious weapon that cost a lot of money and was forged with great precision. It was made of cold iron that had been tempered over thousands of times and was blended with dozens of rare metal components. It was tough, heavy, and extremely difficult to damage.
The eight-sided sword in Chutian's hand was only two and a half feet long. When it collided head-on with his eight-foot steel spear, Zhao Laohu seemed to have seen the cruel sight of Chutian's sword flying out of his hand, the spear penetrating his chest and bringing up a large amount of blood.
How much cultivation can a mere fishing stall have? How dare you confront him, Zhao Laohu
Lin Baimei's roar came from behind: "The whereabouts of the six young masters are unknown. They are left alive and cannot be killed!"
Zhao Laohuo's heart suddenly twitched with murderous intent, and the strength in his hand suddenly became lighter. The steel gun that was originally stabbing Chutian's heart swung and instead stabbed Chutian's shoulder. Just in this moment of delay, Chutian's eight-sided sword struck hard on the head of the steel gun.
The sound of "chi" was like a sharp knife cutting paper. Zhao Laohu felt his hands light up, and the tip of the steel gun was chopped off by Chu Tian's sword. The one-foot-eight-inch gun tip flew up in a swirl. Zhao Laohu could clearly see that the cross section of the gun tip was as smooth as a mirror, clearly reflecting his big face with his mouth wide open in shock.
"Ancient soldier?" A flash of inspiration flashed in Zhao Laohu's mind.
Chu Tian's speed suddenly more than doubled, and the edges of his figure even became hazy, as if he were looking at someone through frosted glass. He rushed past Zhao Lao Lao, who was a head taller than him, and the eight-sided sword in his right hand gently scratched Zhao Lao Lao's soft ribs.
A green light about a foot long erupted from the tip of the sword. The sharp sword cut off Zhao Laohu's body, and a thin blood mist sprayed back more than three feet along the sword edge.
Zhao Laohu's upper body flew up in a spin. He bared his teeth and grinned ferociously: "Damn it, I! What a fast sword!"
Lin Baimei, Li Laoshi and other guard leaders were horrified. They looked at Chutian with wide eyes in horror. Their frightened expressions were as incredible as if a mouse turned into a tiger and suddenly started to eat people!
Among them, Zhao Laohu is strong enough to be ranked in the top three. He is a master at the pinnacle level of Earth Lord. He is also fused with the beast soul of a strange tiger. He is nourished by the power of the beast soul. His muscles and bones are like steel. He can chop with swords and axes. It is difficult to be damaged, and it also brings amazing magical power to his arms!
With his own cultivation and the power of the beast soul, Zhao Laohu is strong enough to fight against Earth-level masters.
Such a powerful person was actually killed by Chu Tian's sword
"Just a fish stall?" Lin Baimei and Li Laoshi cursed in unison. They felt that they had been fooled, and they even felt that Zhou Liuyun was a pig!
No, Zhudu is a bit smarter than Zhou Liuyun.
He didn't even know who the person who killed his father was, so he sent six disciples to try to kill Chu Tian
Lin Baimei and Li Laoshi suddenly felt great uneasiness in their hearts. A mere fish stall, a despicable person hanging out in the market, he definitely should not be so powerful!
There is a problem with Chutian's identity, there must be something wrong with him!
They even suspected that the corpses they saw at Huyakou when they left the city this morning were the hands of Chu Tianxia
"Kill!" Chu Tian stepped on a wisp of wind at his feet and rushed dozens of feet away in one breath. While Lin Baimei, Li Laoshi and others were still thinking about his identity, Chu Tian had already rushed in front of them!
But the ones who were faster than Chu Tian were the big men under him.
The moment Chu Tian killed Zhao Laohu, several big men had already taken out a foldable crossbow from the bulging cowhide pouches around their waists and opened the arms of the bow with force.
When Zhao Laohu's body flew up and large amounts of blood spattered along with Chutian's sword edge, the big men had already unstrung their bowstrings and loaded the crossbow with a strange-shaped blunt arrow as thick as a thumb and two feet four inches long.
When Chu Tian was less than two feet away from Lin Baimei, Li Laoshi and others, the powerful crossbow was activated, and seven or eight strange-shaped crossbow arrows roared to catch up with Chu Tian, passing by him and heading towards Lin Baimei and others. The man shot over.
Lin Baimei, Li Laoshi and others were all masters. Although these crossbow arrows were much faster than Chu Tian's, they were not so fast that they could not react. With rich combat experience, they waved their hands almost instinctively, and their swords came out and struck hard on the crossbow bolts fired in front of them.
"Oh, you idiot!" Master Shu stood firmly on the shoulder of Chu Tian, who was rushing towards him, grinning evilly.
Seven or eight odd-shaped crossbow arrows were hit hard by the sword. With a "click" sound, the crossbow arrows exploded and suddenly turned into countless triangular iron pieces the size of fingernails and blasted forward. Each crossbow bolt exploded into 360 pieces of iron with extremely sharp edges. More than 2,000 pieces of iron, with a harsh whistle, enveloped all the enemies in front of Chu Tian like a storm.
What's even more mysterious is that the speed at which these iron pieces fly out is more than twice as fast as the speed of a crossbow arrow. No matter how alert Lin Baimei and others are, they can't avoid the shooting of these thin iron pieces.
Thin pieces of iron screamed and flew by, and more than thirty guards from the six major families were hit one after another. The pieces of iron sliced across their bodies, pulling out extremely thin strips on their faces, arms, and thighs. Bloodstains.
The clothes of these guards were lined with soft armor and goggles. The iron pieces were light in weight and could not penetrate the protective gear on their bodies. They only opened small wounds in non-fatal places.
The sudden blow shocked Lin Baimei and others, but when they felt the injuries on their bodies, the guards all laughed.
Although everyone was scratched with varying numbers of wounds by the iron blades, the longest of these wounds was no more than three inches, and the deepest was just skin open with blood. For these guards who drank blood with their blades, this flesh wound was considered a minor injury. hurt
"Join hands and take him down!" Lin Baimei roared and drew his sword. A stream of crimson snake-shaped sword energy spurted out from the edge of the sword, shaking its head and tail towards Chu Tian.