Gao Huan looked at the car in front of the tent, and the car suddenly shattered.
It wasn't his gaze that was so powerful.
Amidst the sawdust and smoke flying all over the sky, Patriarch Qiushan slashed at him with a sword.
He is a strong man at the peak of Gathering Stars, and the sword is the Ni Lin that Lord Qiushan insisted on carrying with him, and it is also a fetish at the top of the Hundred Weapons List.
The cold and stern sword light moved towards the roof of the tent, Gao Huan moved slightly, and came to the ground.
His expression didn't change at all, and he didn't attack Patriarch Akiyama either.
Imprisoned at the bottom of the abyss for 700 years without seeing the sun, moon and stars, he is very unfamiliar with the current world and the powerful people in this world.
He will only divide the people who see into two types, those who know and those who don't.
An old man who can live for so many years like him is naturally worthy of vigilance, and others are not qualified to waste his spirit.
One sword was useless, but Patriarch Qiushan didn't show any shame or anger, and retreated into the smoke and dust.
With a soft crack, a middle-aged man with the appearance of an ordinary servant stepped on a small copper jug on the ground.
At the same time, the middle-aged man's fist came before Gao Huan's eyes.
Gao Huan's expression was slightly different, and he had some reactions.
There was also a light snap, and three cracks appeared on the ground where he was standing.
At the same time, his hand clenched that fist.
The middle-aged man is the enshrinement of the Qiushan family, and his realm is already half-sacred, but Gao Huan easily held a fist that he punched with all his strength.
This gap between realms cannot be bridged by courage and strategy.
The face of the priest of the Qiushan family was pale, and there seemed to be golden fire burning in the pupils of his eyes. There was a clear howling sound, and he retreated towards the rear.
Dozens of white turbulent streams appeared in the air, making a deafening bursting sound.
The priest of the Qiushan family let out a muffled grunt, smashed through the grain truck, and landed on the ground hundreds of feet away. Blood was all over his clothes, and he did not know how many bones were broken.
Gao Huan withdrew his hand and looked at a carriage ahead.
Just like a certain grain transport officer once said with emotion, the soldiers of the human race always thought that Patriarch Qiushan and the priest were of course the strongest in the team.
Gao Huan doesn't think so.
His eyes were never in this tent, nor in the Qiushan family's carriage, but in this carriage.
He felt that the real commander of this team was in this carriage.
You only need to kill the people in the car to win the final victory of this raid.
This is the conclusion he came to after observing the cliff for a long time.
As Gao Huan's gaze fell, more than a dozen demon masters left their respective cavalry teams and attacked the carriage.
The whistling wind sounded continuously, and the demon masters smashed down from the sky like stones.
If no one stopped them, no matter who was in that carriage, they would be smashed to pieces.
At this time, a mournful and cold sound of the piano came from the carriage.
The sound of the piano entered the sky from the ground, the sound did not become louder, but the area covered by it became much larger.
Cracks appeared on the armor of those demon masters, and blue smoke overflowed.
In the end, there was a deviation in the direction of their fall, and they failed to hit the carriage, but fell around the carriage.
The earth shook, and the black soil rushed up like a waterfall, and the picture looked very spectacular.
The blind luthier got out of the car holding the guqin.
He tilted his head, listening to the sounds around him, plucking the strings with his right hand from time to time.
The white turbulence like a sharp blade left the strings and attacked those demon masters, looking like fallen leaves all over the sky.
More than a dozen demon masters howled and rushed towards the carriage.
If there was only the blind luthier alone, it would be difficult to stop so many demon masters, but there were still people in the carriage.
The carriage didn't look very big, no one could have imagined that so many people came out of it.
Seven vendors, six yamen servants, three fortune tellers, two old men selling sesame candy, and a little girl selling cosmetics.
Several mysterious and unpredictable secrets enveloped the grassland around the carriage and landed on those demon masters.
Several iron chains broke through the air, with traces of blood and fire, vowing to pass through the shoulders and necks of those demon masters.
Before this, a formation formed by a sand table had already protected the carriage in advance.
Looking at this scene, Gao Huan raised his eyebrows slightly.
He didn't expect that there are so many strong people in the current human race.
Then a innocent smile appeared on his face.
With so many strong people from the human race, it was worth his shot.
The light and tasteless raindrops fell from the sky again, washing away all the mysterious and unpredictable secrets, and breaking the formation at will.
The five types of people from the Tang family in Wenshui became extremely dignified, and the fingers of the blind luthier plucked the strings became faster.
The realm of this demon youth powerhouse is really unfathomable, and he broke the outer defense without any action.
With a flick of his fingertips, Gao Huan sent two water and fire sticks flying. His eyes fell, he cut off an iron chain, and came to the front of the car.
He wanted to lift the curtain to see who was inside.
The sound of the zither was clanging, like a horn for an expedition, a string full of iron and blood stopped him in front of him.
That's fine too.
Among the strong people of the human race, of course the blind luthier is the strongest.
Gao Huan didn't mind concentrating on killing this person first.
Pale black mist emerged from between his fingers, no matter how strong the wind was on the grassland, it couldn't blow away a little bit of it.
The string withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then broke, losing all vitality.
Blood spilled from the corner of the blind luthier's lips, and he retreated to the side of the car.
How could Gao Huan let him live, he slapped him down from the air.
The twilight suddenly dimmed, as if the night had come early, a black but not real giant hand fell from the sky and slapped the carriage.
One of the strings was broken, and several others were intact, but at this time, no sound could be produced because the blind luthier hadn't recovered his breath.
Who will stop this giant palm
The car window broke suddenly, and two dark objects flew out.
Both are also black. These two things are not like giant black palms, which give people a feeling of terror and depression, but are full of majesty.
An official seal and a gavel.
Guan Yin and the gavel walked towards the giant black palm.
With two shattering sounds, the official seal and the gavel were reduced to crumbs, and the giant black palm gradually dissipated into the air.
A skinny old man in a gray robe stepped out of the car with a peaceful expression.
Several young people came out with him, looking a little nervous, like students.
Too many people have already stepped out of this car, who would have thought that there are so many people hidden in it.
Gao Huan never thought that in such a short period of time, he would meet three semi-sacred human race powerhouses.
When did half-step sacredness become so worthless
Gao Huan confirmed that he didn't know any of the strong human beings present, but the blind luthier's technique was familiar.
He looked at the blind luthier, raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Changshengzong?"
The blind luthier said, "Yes."
Gao Huan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Li Minghe?"
The blind luthier's expression changed slightly, and he said, "Family teacher."
Gao Huan said proudly: "So that's how it is. Your master has an old relationship with me. If you surrender to me, I will spare your life today."
After saying this, he looked at the skinny old man in a gray robe and asked, "Who are you?"
A young man said: "This is my Lord Shangshu."
"do not know."
Gao Huan looked indifferent, and suddenly shouted sharply: "How dare you use poison on me!"
He looked at the little girl who had been silent all this time.
I don't know if it was affected by the battle, but the basket that the little girl was carrying has fallen to the ground.
The powder was blown up by the wind and gradually diffused.
In anyone's eyes, this is a very natural picture, who would have thought that it was actually a poisoning method
Looking at the little girl, Gao Huan's eyes were full of tyranny.
"Do you know who I am? Want to poison me?"
In Wenshui City, the little girl's shyness and nervousness were mostly disguised.
But at this time, being stared at by this strong demon, she was really nervous, and she couldn't even move her feet.
From a distance of several feet, Gao Huan reached out and grabbed her throat with a grim expression, ready to tear her to pieces.
The blind qin master and Wei Shangshu were on the other side, unable to rescue them in time.
Those vendors and fortune tellers are still entangled with the remaining demon masters.
Fortunately, there are two old people selling sesame candy.
They have always been used to standing with the little girl who sells makeup.
An old man selling sesame candy pulled up the green cloth on the stall to block Gao Huan's finger wind.
With a chirping sound, the green cloth shattered into fragments and flew away with the wind, turning into the old man.
He bends his knees, sinks his waist, meditates, makes a fist, and strikes straight.
Looking at this scene, Gao Huan shouted: "Okay!"
This punch was flat and ordinary.
In the eyes of the real strong, there is already the true flavor of Zhongzheng peace.
If that's the case, it's far from moving Gao Huan.
He applauded because this old man selling sesame candy used the most authentic imperial exercise—the Burning Sun Jue!
Gao Huan waved his sleeves to block the joint attack of the blind luthier and Wei Shangshu, clenched his fist and threw at the old man selling sesame candy.
Countless lights overflowed from the old man's fist.
Countless black smoke overflowed from Gao Huan's fist.
Just like the sky at this time, day and night are fighting the most decisive battle.
His realm is far higher than that of the old man who sells sesame candy, but he is the most solemn when facing this old man, and he is very dignified and upright.
The opponent is using the human race's royal secret technique, so he will use the demon god's royal secret technique.
"Heavenly Devil Art!"
Feeling the domineering aura stretching between heaven and earth and the magic aura thicker than the night, the blind luthier blurted out.
Hearing these words, the faces of Wei Shangshu and Patriarch Qiushan who had just woken up suddenly changed.
Who is this strong demon? Why did the royal family learn the Heavenly Demon Kung Fu
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There was a loud bang.
The old man selling sesame candy was knocked into the air without any surprise.
If it wasn't for the Burning Sun Jue and the Heavenly Demon Kung Fu, his injuries would have been more serious.
There is also an old man who sells sesame candy.
Gao Huan's expression is still serious, because this represents the meeting between the royal family and the royal family.
For the battle itself, he didn't take it too seriously.
These two old men who sold sesame candy were far behind those young masters from the Chen family in Tianliang County.
There was a soft snap.
The two fists came into contact.
It was a soft bang, not a thunderous roar.
This shows what
Gao Huan, who had already turned his head to look at the blind qin master and Wei Shangshu, turned back slowly.
The attacking demon masters had been repelled, and the yelling of the wolf riders seemed to be getting farther and farther away. The grassland suddenly became very quiet, and only the crackling sound of burning grain and grass could be heard.
Gao Huan looked at the old man selling sesame candies, with pain and bewilderment in his eyes.
The old man raised his head slowly.
His hair was all white, but he didn't look too old, but his eyes were too calm, as if... the well in the old Wenshui house.
That old well.
Nothing in the world can make his eyes move again.