A sharp and anxious shout sounded: "Escort!"
The driver is a venerable, and the venerable on the mountain path at this time is of course Chen Changsheng. Those ascetics ignored the snowflakes in the sky and rushed towards Chen Changsheng. Even Zhong Hui walked away with his sword in his hands. For a moment, the mountain road was filled with the sound of breaking wind... and then his clothes and muscles were cut the sound of!
Bo Xue is like the sharpest magic weapon, cutting through everything she encounters!
Blood sprayed on the mountain road, congealed into bright red ice beads, rolling everywhere.
The ascetics stopped in front of Chen Changsheng with minor or serious injuries. No one died, but their courage was gradually exhausted.
Who is the middle-aged scholar? Who is the saint
He is not a saint.
He is the antithesis of all saints.
Liu Qing turned pale and thought about these words, then suddenly let out a muffled snort, drew out his sword, and stabbed forward!
The sword light is like lightning, born on the bank of the stream.
Xiaode finally waited for this moment, and moved, even faster than Liu Qing.
Countless blood vessels burst out on his face, brown hair burst out of his skin, and his aura became wilder, heading straight for the middle-aged scholar!
The middle-aged scholar finally looked back at Chen Changsheng, looked at them, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
When he raised his eyebrows, the world was shaken.
The light of the sword on the bank of the stream faded suddenly, and accompanied by an ear-piercing sound, the sword in Liu Qing's hand broke in two.
His man fell on the grass, a bloodstain appeared on his wrist, and he kept spurting blood, looking extremely miserable.
Xiaode was even worse, he couldn't even break out of the stream, but was knocked down in the stream by the force of heaven and earth.
With a snap, he knelt down on one knee, and the stream splashed everywhere, as did the blood!
With his crazy transformation and the blood solution secret method, his body is stronger than steel, but just kneeling, his kneecaps shattered into powder!
But in the end, he just knelt down on one knee, and didn't completely kneel in the stream. This monster strongman gritted his teeth, roared violently, and desperately intended to move forward!
Liu Qing did the same, spurting blood while holding the broken sword, and continued to stab forward, and at some point, his left hand had already held the broken half of the sword!
The middle-aged scholar is too powerful, even if they put aside their previous suspicions and join forces, it is impossible to defeat each other.
But they cannot stop there, lie down or kneel.
Because the human race and the demon race will never surrender before the demon race!
Seeing the two rushing forward dragging their crippled bodies with the determination to die, a smile appeared on the corner of the middle-aged scholar's lips.
When he laughed, the mountains and rivers brightened together, but they were still lonely and cold, because there were still no people and no demons between the mountains and rivers.
In front of him, all human races and monster races will die.
The deeper the middle-aged scholar's smile, the deeper the wounds on Liu Qing and Xiao De's bodies, until the bones of the dead can be seen!
With two slaps, Liu Qing and Xiaode finally failed to get close to the middle-aged scholar, and fell in front of the persimmon forest, blood splattering everywhere.
Liu Qing kept his mouth shut, his face pale, and he didn't say a word. As an assassin, since he was going to die, he should die in silence.
Xiaode howled angrily, like a wounded beast, painful and unwilling.
Seeing this scene, the ten or so monster subordinates by the stream finally overcame the deepest fear in their hearts, picked up their weapons and rushed towards the middle-aged scholar.
Especially the monster master closest to the woods, with the determination to die, he directly used the blood solution secret method, his figure suddenly became extremely tall, and the true shape of the elephant clan was faintly visible. The gravel and cold water on the bank blasted towards the middle-aged scholar.
The middle-aged scholar seemed a little bored, and waved his sleeve casually.
The heavy body of the Xiangzu master flew into the sky like this.
In the process of flying into the sky, the mountain-like body of the elephant clan master continued to disintegrate, shooting out countless bloody arrows, and finally turned into dozens of meat balls, which fell to the lower reaches of the stream.
The rest of the monster clan masters had even more tragic endings. They lost their hands, arms, and feet, and were even directly cut in half, but they couldn't die for a while.
The riverside is full of blood, internal organs, and desperate and mournful howls!
Xiaode's eyes were full of anger, he looked at the middle-aged scholar and shouted, "I'm going to kill you!"
Earlier on the mountain road, he said that he wanted to kill Chen Changsheng. It was just a means of negotiation, but because he did have this kind of ability, it sounded chilling.
At this time, he said that he would kill the middle-aged scholar, but it was more like a child's helpless cry, which made people feel compassionate.
The middle-aged scholar didn't even pay attention to his roar.
Whether it is the top five in the Xiaoyao list or the third assassin in the world, it is very meaningless to him, and it is not worth spending any energy and time at all.
His eyes fell on the mountain road again, and fell on Chen Changsheng.
The landscape on his face gradually dissipated, revealing a face that he didn't know if it was his true face.
That face was very handsome, with some vicissitudes, like a newborn green plum, and also like the ancient Buddha in the legendary Jialan Temple.
He stood among the flesh and blood on the ground, and stood amidst endless howls of pain, looking at Chen Changsheng with a calm and indifferent expression, and smiling again.
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Snowflakes were falling one after another, and the mountain road was bitingly cold.
Everyone feels that way.
Everything happened too fast, turning around the mountain road, I saw the middle-aged scholar in front of the woods opposite the creek, and when he turned around, the steward of Tianji Pavilion was dead, Liu Qing and Xiaode were seriously injured and dying, more than a dozen monster clan masters or Tragic death or life is worse than death, in fact, there is only a few breaths of time.
Neither Chen Changsheng, Zhexiu nor Tang Thirty-Six had time to do anything, and of course, even if they did, it would be meaningless.
Middle-aged scholars are too scary.
After Chen Changsheng came to the capital from Xining, he had met some truly peerless powerhouses, but whether it was Zhu Luo in the wind and rain, Stargazer or Bie Yanghong, they were far inferior to this middle-aged scholar. The southern saintesses I've seen in Xunyang City seem to be weaker than this middle-aged scholar.
Can His Majesty the Pope be stronger than this middle-aged scholar
Chen Changsheng has only seen the vast sea of stars in the eyes of the Pope, but he has not seen the Pope personally make a move, so he cannot draw a conclusion.
If he really wanted to find someone who could match the realm of this middle-aged scholar in his past cultivation career, it could only be Su Li.
And it had to be Su Li in his heyday and in the best condition.
Back then on the snowy field of the Demon Realm, Su Li pulled out the Sky-Shielding Sword from the yellow paper umbrella, and cut hundreds of miles of the mighty journey back south, giving him the same feeling as he does now.
Who is this middle-aged scholar
Chen Changsheng suddenly thought of the night he had seen from afar when he left Zhou Garden and delivered the yellow paper umbrella to Su Li.
The piece of night that grew out of Xuelao City and covered half of the sky.
At this time, Hanshan was also shrouded in such night.
His face instantly turned extremely pale.