This cold snort stunned Beiming Wudi and Xing Wuwei, they looked at each other, unexpectedly meeting him here.
At this time, the two of them were surrounded by the most vicious and vicious people in the martial arts. Seeing someone dare to belittle their own side, they immediately aroused anger.
One of them stepped forward and shouted angrily: "Who is playing tricks here!? Dare to oppose us, hehe, I think I'm getting impatient."
The speaker was about two meters tall, with explosive hair tied up with a black leather belt. He was covered with animal skins, his muscular upper body was naked, and he had strange tattoos all over his body. The thick wooden stick was made of unknown Hejian wood, with layers of red and black plasma on it, and the marks of knives and axes were all over it. When the whole person stood there, a ferocious breath like a wild beast rushed towards his face.
This man is a barbarian born in the south, and everyone only knows his nickname as "Black Rakshasa". It is said that he is a disciple of Bambang, the number one barbarian master, and he is extremely fierce with strange skills.
Twenty years ago, he entered the Central Plains martial arts and killed 30 families in one night. More than a dozen children were dissected. With super strong physique, he killed many martial arts masters and fled.
Unexpectedly, twenty years later, this person reappeared in the Central Plains. Not only had he made great progress in martial arts, but he also added a strange beast tattoo all over his body. This time, it was obvious that the barbarians and the Demon Lord had once again reached a certain kind of relationship. protocol.
The exit of Black Rakshasa, with its vicious name, immediately attracted the cheers of all the villains.
Beiming Wudi frowned, and said lightly: "Black Raksha, don't underestimate the enemy, he is..."
"I don't care what kind of bird man he is!" Hei Luosha pouted and interrupted Beiming Wudi's words, with a look of no one in his eyes, and said: "You people think that you are noble, and you are not willing to take action easily, then Don't blame me for stealing the show, take this person's head... "
Beiming Wudi was taken aback for a moment, and he and Xing Wuwei looked at each other with smiles flashing in their eyes.
Beiming Wudi winked, and Xing Wuwei immediately understood, stepped forward and smiled, and said, "In this case, it depends on the performance of Brother Black Raksha!"
"Okay! Watch me pick Ye Qingxuan's head for you!"
Hei Luosha waved the huge mace in his hand, and roared violently. The tattoo of the strange beast on his body swelled, and he transformed into a huge monster four or five meters high. The horns and the bone spurs on the back are extremely vicious.
The barbarian's strange skills were really extraordinary. Many Central Plains masters were startled, and were shocked by his berserk aura and backed away a few steps, but the Black Rakshasa stopped, and the wind and sand exploded, and he roared out like a shell. Shooting at the lonely carriage on the hillside.
With just one movement, the speed has already broken through the sound barrier. There was a loud "boom" in the air, and a "sonic boom cloud" suddenly appeared beside him. giant ditch.
The howling sound was like the tide, shaking the world.
Just when everyone thought that the flimsy carriage would be broken into pieces under such a violent attack, the door curtain of the carriage was blown slightly by a corner.
Like a breeze blowing, the fierce beast roaring away suddenly became certain in mid-air, and a trace of doubt appeared in Hei Luosha's furious eyes, and then there was a soft "boo", and the whole person was torn to pieces.
Crash!
The neatly cut piece of meat fell to the ground, and it still maintained a human shape, but each part was more than one foot away, like a weird work of art.
The cheers that had just risen stopped for an instant, and everyone had an expression of disbelief on their faces.
Including Xing Wuwei and Beiming Wudi, the corners of everyone's eyes were shaking non-stop.
too fast.
What happened at this moment, no one could see clearly.
In just a few breaths, a master at the early stage of Guixu lost his life.
The amazing magic of the barbarian was just a joke in the opponent's hands.
The scene was silent.
Inside the carriage, a man's cold voice came out at the right time: "Beiming Wudi, Xing Wuwei, the Jade Emperor let you escape a life, I thought you would find a crack in the ground to get in, and live your life, but Unexpectedly, you don't know how to repent, and dare to move my family's ideas... I really can't forgive you!"
Cold, contemptuous, arrogant.
Anyone who spoke these words would only get ridiculed by the master of Tianjue, but when this person said it, it was so convincing that even Beiming Wudi and Xing Wuwei changed their faces for a while.
Beiming Wudi took a deep breath, and said loudly: "Situ Lingfeng! It really is you. The Mozun has been looking for you for a long time but he can't find your trace. Sure enough, if he deals with Mei Yinxue, he will force you to show up..."
hiss-
There was a sound of sucking air from the scene.
"Extreme Sword" Situ Lingfeng.
It turned out to be the world's number one swordsman who deserved his name in today's martial arts world.
A light breeze blew, and the curtain of the carriage flew away, revealing a lonely figure inside the carriage.
A man in black, a black knife.
Aloofness and indifference were still his only expressions. Situ Lingfeng didn't raise his head. He didn't bother to look at these grieving ghosts who were about to die under the knife. Even if he took a look at them, he felt it was unnecessary.
Such arrogance makes people resentful, but no one doubts how real the death brought by that black knife is!
"Extreme Sword" Situ Lingfeng, represents death.
Clang!
The black knife was slightly pulled out of the scabbard, and Ling Lie's murderous intent instantly spread across the audience.
Almost everyone thought that a knife was about to chop off their own necks, and hurriedly backed away their heads.
As for Situ Lingfeng, he just used the exposed blade to cut open a sealed gourd mouth.
The aroma of the wine overflowed, Situ Lingfeng raised his head and took a sip, closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, feeling extremely comfortable.
Thousands of people shrank their heads back at the same time, which was both shocking and funny.
But no one can laugh.
This is the potential of "Extreme Sword"!
Xing Wuwei's eyelids trembled, and he laughed out of composure: "It's really unexpected that this action will catch you, a big fish... Situ Lingfeng, do you think that this trick of 'leading the snake out of the hole' will fool Lord Mozun?" No way? Let me tell you, Master Mozun has already predicted that you will have a follower, so he set up a net of heaven and earth, and when you get in, you never expect that you will rush to die!"
This roar seemed to inspire courage in everyone's hearts, but obviously, the effect was extremely poor.
No one felt any relaxation, because Situ Lingfeng smiled, smiling like the corners of the mouth of the god of death. "Don't worry, even if Pi Mo Nitian comes in person, there is no guarantee that your heads will not fall to the ground!"
The morale of the group of murderers plummeted suddenly.
Because no one doubted the authenticity of Situ Lingfeng's words.
Xing Wuwei was terrified, but Beiming Wudi was ruthless, and shouted: "What are you waiting for? Haven't shown up yet!"
The appearance of Situ Lingfeng broke the proper preparation of the Demon Sect. In desperation, the moment he appeared on the stage, he had to reveal the final trump card...