"The rainbow penetrates the sun!"
There was a chirp in the sky above Wuhu Gate, and the originally bright long sword in Wang Shou's hand instantly turned red, as bright and hot as the red sun.
"Bah!"
The eagle screamed sadly and ran away quickly, trying to get rid of the knife. However, no matter how fast it was, it could not be faster than the knife that was as hot as the red sun. Like the sun falling from the sky, the long knife was fiery red. When the knife was nailed in, Wuhu Gate turned into a sea of fire. A big pit was formed in the middle.
But Lao Wu of Wuhumen was already dead. A fiery long knife was nailed to his body and penetrated the Zifu directly.
A figure arrived in an instant. Wang Dong walked to Lao Wu indifferently, stepped on his body with a clang, pulled out his long knife and stared carefully.
He realized the sword attack just now. He didn't expect it to be so powerful and weird. The flames on it had an effect he didn't expect at all.
In the distance, Lao Wu and Lao San were completely stunned. Three brothers died in the blink of an eye. However, revenge seemed to be so slim. They found that whether they could survive now was a question.
"Split up and run away. It's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge!" The boss suddenly said, and then he directly found a direction and flew over. The third child was stunned for a moment before he realized and flew in another direction.
But two figures appeared in front of them in an instant. Neither Nu Xi nor Old Man Qing had manifested their aura before, but now they were completely released and frightened the boss and the third child to turn pale.
"Revenge doesn't last overnight. Ten years is too long. What should I do if my enemy is killed by someone else?" Wang Dong said ferociously.
He found that he was becoming more and more ruthless now. Looking at the trembling Lao San, he saw that the white knife went in and the red knife came out without even blinking.
"Gugu..." Lao San slowly collapsed, weakly grabbing Wang's hands, and blood kept pouring out of his mouth.
Wang Dong didn't even look at it. He reached out and lowered Lao San's head to slowly push the body leaning against him away. He had to be indifferent enough, because compassion for the enemy is cruelty to himself.
He didn't want to wake up one day and find some of his brothers lying on the ground without blinking an eye.
"Buzz!"
The blade of the sword was pointed far away, and Wang Dong raised it to point at the last person, the last person among the five tigers, the boss.
"Die like a venerable man!" Wang Dong said, the long knife in his hand already exuding boundless murderous intent.
"ah!"
The boss roared, his eyes as red as a rabbit, and he rushed towards Wang Dong desperately. In the last battle, he finally chose the knife he was familiar with.
"when!"
With one strike, the two knives collided together, and the aroused sword energy swept to the ground and rolled up an infinite wave of air.
Then the figures of the two people kept changing, and the sword energy kept slashing towards the ground. For a while, screams continued in Wuhumen, and those who had no time to escape suffered bad luck.
The boss's heart was bleeding, and he regretted why he listened to the Kun tribe's instigation and provoked Tingyulou. At this time, even his own family suffered misfortune.
He was obviously a second-level martial master, and his aura overwhelmed Wang Dong by a whole level, but the boss couldn't figure out why the opponent's sword skills were so good that he could even ignore his realm.
He is a second-level martial master. Compared with his brothers, the only difference is that he lasts longer and fights more fiercely.
"puff!"
A streak of blood flew up, and the boss screamed in pain. He held the long knife in his arm and flew out. After all, he was unable to guard against Wang Dong's backhand knife.
"Pfft!"
Wang Dong acted ruthlessly, seizing the momentary opportunity and stabbing the boss through the chest. However, at this moment, the boss desperately hugged him, and the spiritual energy in his body turned into chains to tightly tie him together, and the spiritual energy in his body surged crazily. It may explode at any time.
"Spare my people!"
The boss's voice was sad and he was covered in blood, and he was pleading.
Wang Dong glanced at the devastated Wuhumen below with cold eyes, then met the boss's eyes and nodded.
"Thanks… "
He was obviously hating him to death, but the boss let go of Wang Dong, used his last bit of strength to rush into the sky, and then exploded with a roar.
Wang Dong looked at the rain of blood mixed with white snow in the sky with complicated eyes, feeling heavy in his heart.
The boss obviously hates him to death. He could have severely injured him with self-destruction just now, but he didn't do that. He thinks that the boss knows that even if he dies, there are two Martial Lords next to him, and his people will die more cleanly, so at the time of life and death, , he put aside his hatred and placed his hope on the most unworthy enemy.
"Really?"
Wang Dong suddenly asked himself, looking at the screams from all over the Wuhu Gate, he couldn't help but feel confused.
"You don't have to blame yourself. This is the world of cultivators. The weak eat the strong. If you don't kill someone, they will kill you." Old Man Qing came to his side and patted his shoulder.
"Can't it be changed?" Wang Dong said. Such a scene is really not what he wants to see. He is very afraid that one day this will be his bad luck.
Old Man Qing was stunned, and after a moment of silence he said, "Yes, unless you are strong enough!"
"How strong?"
"Strong to the top, become the rule maker!" This same answer is disappointing. Since ancient times, there has been only one person standing at the top, and that is the Martial Ancestor. However, for some unknown reason, it almost brought about the end.
"Let's go!"
Wang Dong turned around, not daring to look behind him anymore. He was afraid that because of this, he was afraid that his heart would soften. In a place where he could die at any time, he could never have such emotions.
It snowed heavily that night, but there was one place that was not covered by the heavy snow. All the falling snow melted away, because the ground was sprinkled with Wu Zun's blood, and even after death, it was still hot.
"It's so tragic. All the martial arts masters died overnight!" Countless people in front of Wuhu Gate sighed with emotion.
It was indeed tragic. Not even a single Martial Lord survived. They could expect that it would not be long before the Five Tiger Clan would be unable to gain a foothold in the deserted city. As a result, the fate of his people would undergo earth-shaking changes. How many of them could survive depended on their fate. .
"I heard that they assassinated the people from Tingyulou first and angered the one who was promoted to Martial Lord a few days ago. It's really scary. Someone saw him kill everyone by himself, and two Martial Lords were standing next to him. He has never helped me once, but he has just been promoted!" Someone said in horror.
Many people showed solemn expressions. They were worthy of being a person who had survived ten miles of spiritual tribulation. His strength was so terrifying that he was not only respected by his peers, but could even be killed by a second-level Martial Lord.
You must know that this is already a senior level. If you are not a martial artist, let alone a warrior, it will be extremely difficult to cross a realm, so the gap in strength is also particularly obvious. Unless you are really strong enough to cross a realm to kill the enemy, you have become It’s impossible.
"When this person grows up, he will be a nightmare for the big forces in Huangcheng. Hehe, I believe they will be restless as soon as the news gets out!"
The news that Wang Dong killed five people in one night quickly spread throughout Huangcheng, and he became the focus of attention again overnight.
He suddenly appeared, and was returned with his corpse cut into pieces by Nong Ji. Not long after, he became a spiritual master after a ten-mile spiritual tribulation, mysterious and powerful.
This is undoubtedly a disturbing factor. Even now, no one knows the name of this mysterious man, let alone others.
What people know is that this person has a high status in Tingyulou and is likely to be the successor, but nothing else is known.
For such heretics, they are naturally a thorn in the flesh of the powerful forces, but they are also very afraid. Tingyulou is also mysterious. So far, not only Nongji, but also Ziyi, a woman with boundless terror.
The most important thing is that no one has seen the owner of Tingyu Tower until now. This is what everyone is most afraid of. It is difficult to imagine what it will be like to be able to recruit people like Nong Ji and Zi Yi at the same time. The presence.
During this period of time, Huangcheng is destined to be unable to calm down, and Wang Dong's desire to fade Tingyu Tower out of people's sight is obviously very difficult.
Lei Zongzhe finally rushed out after being trapped for three days, but what was surprising was that he did not come directly to the door, but was picked up by the Kun tribe.
"Trouble, Kun Biao from the Kun tribe has been released from seclusion. Now if we add this madman to the door, it will be bad!" Old man Qing frowned, with an anxious look on his face, looking worried. As for the others His face wasn't very good either.
Wang Dong smiled slightly when he saw this, glanced at his mouth, and said: "I'm afraid we are not the most anxious. Just wait, there will be a turnaround soon."
"What do you mean?" A group of people looked confused and didn't understand what Wang Dong meant.
"Think about it, who is the Kun clan's mortal enemy? Can they not be anxious when the enemy camp suddenly has a martial arts sect?" Wang Dong said easily.
Everyone suddenly realized: "You mean the Spirit Race will come to us?"
"Of course!" Wang Dong answered with absolute certainty. He knew Lingyue very well. She was not a simple woman. She had insight into everything. He believed that Lingyue would never let go of this opportunity to join forces.
Sure enough, just say Cao Cao and Cao Cao. Wang Dong is still discussing, and a greeting card has been handed to him outside the door.
Wang Dong curled his lips, put on Zi Yi's special mask, and then sat in the main hall. As for Old Man Qing and others, they naturally had to retreat. Ling Yue knew them all, and it seemed that their identities were revealed so early. There is no benefit.
After a while, laughter like silver bells sounded, and Ling Yue walked in with a bright smile. As if she and Wang Dong were old friends for many years, she held her hands and said, "Is this the young master of Tingyu Tower?"
(End of chapter)