The young master's face was extremely pale, and his body was trembling slightly. He didn't know whether it was fear, anger, or both. The swordsman tensed up and stood guard in front of the young master, staring at everyone with vigilance.
"This matter is actually a misunderstanding." The young master's voice was bitter, and as arrogant as he was, speaking these words was undoubtedly a bowing of his head, and every word was extremely difficult.
The Black-faced God, Tong Xiaoxiao, Lu Yan and others surrounded the two of them, their cold eyes without any emotion.
Liu Wei'an picked up the ear, gently brushed the dust off, walked to Yan'er, and asked softly: "Does it hurt?"
Yan'er bit her lower lip, her beautiful eyes already moist, and shook her head vigorously. With this movement, the two bronze steel knives on his neck turned into powder and fell.
If other people saw this scene, they would definitely jump up in surprise, but at this moment, no one cared.
"Don't be afraid, it's all over." Liu Wei'an took out the potion and connected Yan'er's ears. This is the good thing about "World of Warcraft". No matter how serious the injury is, it can be healed quickly as long as you don't die. Broken arms and lameness can be reattached as long as the potion is good enough. And it doesn't take long to heal, which is amazing.
The ear is just a piece of flesh. After applying medicine and taking a cup of tea, no trace can be seen. As long as you don't pull hard, it won't fall off. It will probably take an hour to fully heal.
"I think we can talk." Seeing Liu Wei'an looking over, the young master said seriously. He had already regained his composure.
"What are you waiting for? Want to have lunch?" Liu Wei'an said coldly.
"Liu Wei'an, do you know who we are?" The young master's expression changed drastically, but he had no time to speak anymore. The black-faced god and Tong Xiaoxiao pounced on him at the same time, and the swordsman was immediately stared at by Lu Yan. .
The young master turned out to be a gold-level master with extremely powerful strength. Although he was only in the early golden stage, he could single-handedly fend off the Black-faced God and Tong Xiaoxiao, firmly gaining the upper hand. The black-faced god was shocked and angry.
He is also a gold-level master. How can he bear it when he is suppressed by other gold-level masters? His eyes were red, and he swung the thick-backed leopard-headed sword faster than the other, only attacking but not defending, as if he was crazy.
On the other side, the fight between Lu Yan and the swordsman didn't seem so fierce, but it was even more dangerous. On the Black Faced God's side, just one mistake would lead to death immediately. The swordsman's sword is tight, his attack is like a snake coming out of its hole, as fast as lightning, and his defense is like an iron rope crossing the river, without leaking.
Lu Yan's killing skills honed in blood left a swordsman helpless for a while. However, all this changed instantly when Nie Pohu raised his bow.
The young master and the swordsman felt locked by a terrible murderous intention at the same time. It felt like a sleeping beast opened its eyes. Unfortunately, they happened to be in front of the beast.
Even the glow on their backs is not enough to describe the mood of the two of them. Half of their thoughts were on Nie Pohu. However, in this way, the reaction was difficult to be round and perfect. They were immediately overwhelmed by Lu Yan, Black Faced God and Tong Xiaoxiao. Seized the opportunity.
A trace of blood appeared on the young master's face, almost cutting off his left ear. The young master's face turned pale, and his eyes were full of anger.
Tong Xiaoxiao's attack hammer suddenly held the Black-faced God's knife, and the two forces intersected. Tong Xiaoxiao was struck by lightning and retreated three meters. The Black-faced God was also shocked, his arms were numb, and he was almost killed by the young master. He chopped off his head with a sword and shouted angrily at Tong Xiaoxiao: "What are you doing?"
"I don't know either." Tong Xiaoxiao looked confused.
Hitting and hitting, Tong's small hammer suddenly hit the black-faced god's head. The black-faced god jumped away with lightning, and the strong wind brought by the hammer scraped a bloody streak on his face.
"You're crazy!" the black-faced god was furious.
"I don't know what's going on?" Tong Xiaoxiao was innocent.
"Be careful." The black-faced god didn't have time to question him. He turned his sword and blocked the young master's elusive sword.
Tong Xiaoxiao was startled and broke out in a cold sweat, almost slicing his neck open with this sword. This time, he was extremely cautious and held back some strength in every move. Suddenly, a flash of sword light rolled over from the side.
With blood splattering, at least a pound of meat was missing from his thigh.
"What are you doing?" Tong Xiaoxiao's face was deformed in pain, and she looked at the black-faced god with innocent eyes.
"It's this kid's fault." The black-faced god said with a red face.
"I know, but you were too cruel." Tong Xiaoxiao felt aggrieved. I spanked you twice, and it didn't matter. You gave me a quick strike and cut off a pound of flesh.
"I didn't attack you." The black-faced god said angrily.
"But take it easy, oops." Before Tong Xiaoxiao finished speaking, there was a bloodstain on his body. If he hadn't dodged quickly, he would have been dismembered.
"This kid is weird, be careful." The black-faced god shouted angrily.
"I've been very careful, but ouch." Tong Xiaoxiao held her head and backed away. A large piece of her scalp was missing and she became bald.
"I am!" The black-faced god was shocked and angry, "What the hell is this? I don't believe it. It's here again. Please go away."
Two fingers fell to the ground, and Tong Xiaoxiao almost burst into tears. Pain was one thing, but the key point was frustration. He is at the Silver level, and the Black-faced God is at the Gold level. He can't dodge the Black-faced God's attack at all.
"Don't do it, I can do it alone." Tong Xiaoxiao was hurt again, and the black-faced god was embarrassed.
When Tong Xiaoxiao left the battlefield with infinite grievance, Nie Pohu seized the opportunity and shot an arrow.
The arrow shot out like a meteor, passing through the fleeting flaw and hitting the swordsman's temple. The energy of the exploding talisman arrow shattered the swordsman's protective energy. Lu Yan suddenly approached, and the bright sword light pierced the sky and disappeared in a flash. When the figures separated, the swordsman stood motionless. After a few seconds, a thin trace of blood appeared on his neck.
boom!
The swordsman fell straight down, and the quiet sound sounded like a thunder in the young master's ears, causing his mind to fluctuate for a moment.
Nie Pohu shot the second arrow, and the distance of twenty meters seemed to be non-existent. The arrow passed through the young master's shoulder, carrying a wisp of blood, and hit the tree more than ten meters away, going three inches deep.
The young master's face turned pale, and he could no longer maintain the upper hand in front of the black-faced god.
"Banxian should have figured out where this person came from, right?" Liu Wei'an glanced at Xu Banxian.
From the moment Yan'er felt the murderous intention uncontrollably releasing the cold air that she didn't even understand, Xu Banxian's attention has been on her body. He felt that the bronzes were frozen into powder, and his pitted face became even more... It shook violently a few times. Hearing Liu Wei'an's words, his eyes moved a few times. This seemed to be an unconscious behavior, because no matter how he turned, he couldn't see clearly.
"This is the fate of the Murong family."
"The stars have changed?" Liu Wei'an's eyes flashed. This name sounded very domineering.
Nie Pohu shot the third arrow. This arrow was his famous stunt "Arc Arrow". The young master blocked the shot and missed it. The arrow pierced his right shoulder and the sword fell to the ground helplessly.
clang
The young master looked ashen.
"Boy, are you arrogant? Let's see how arrogant you are even before you take action." The black-faced god cut off his two arms with two swipes of his sword. Several pieces of equipment on the young master's body automatically emitted light for defense, but the black-faced god Mian Shen's thick-backed leopard-headed sword was also a gold weapon and was easily shattered.
"Actually, we don't need to be enemies." Big beads of sweat broke out from the young master's head, but this man had a strong will and remained silent.
Liu Wei'an looked at him with a mocking smile.
"I know you. You are an ambitious person. The power behind me is beyond your imagination. With my help, you will definitely be able to control the Blue City in the shortest time." The young master stared at Liu Wei An gritted his teeth and said: "Killing me will not do you any good. On the contrary, you will get a very powerful enemy."
"Powerful?" Liu Wei'an said disdainfully: "I don't think so at all."
"I admit that I was careless this time, but the power behind me is beyond your imagination. Offending me will not do you any good." The young master said.
"You still don't know where you went wrong." Liu Wei'an lost interest in talking, dropped a word, and returned to the Blue City with Yan'er.
"Don't let him die too easily!"
"Don't worry, boss, I will make him die with a sense of accomplishment." The black-faced god promised loudly, looking excited.
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The ghetto, the territory of the Desert Gang.
"Who are you and what do you want to do?" The Desert Gang member asked him the first sentence when a sharp arrow shot through the air and pierced his throat.
"Someone is making trouble." Before the second person could finish his words, he walked into the footsteps of his companions and fell down, clutching his throat.
"Ah" the third man's scream before his death alarmed the entire Desert Gang. A large number of footsteps sounded from inside, at least thirty people.
Tong Xiaoxiao and Lu Yan were like tigers shooting down the mountain and shooting through the door. The people who rushed out only felt a flash of figures, and two people's necks had been cut. Lu Yan's shot was like lightning, and a cold light flashed, and three more people fell straight down.
Tong Xiaoxiao was so majestic that he blocked most of the road by himself. The deadly Hunyuan Hammer struck everyone with the force of sweeping thousands of troops, whipping up a strong wind with terrifying force. The people from the Desert Gang were frightened by the force and had to stop.
Black Bull, Yellow Bull and Stone Bull led the members of the Heian Team to kill from the edge. Nie Pohu climbed up on the wall and stood condescendingly. As the bowstring vibrated, the members of the Desert Gang fell down one after another. No one he targeted could escape.
All the masters of the Desert Gang were taken away by the young master, leaving only four gold-level masters in charge. One of them was instantly killed by Lu Yan and Nie Pohu as soon as he came out. Then Lu Yan entangled one of them, and Nie Pohu took aim. One, the black-faced god who arrived in time stopped the last person. The moment Lu Yan killed his opponent, the fate of the Desert Gang was sealed.
The battle ended quickly, only about twenty minutes. Some members of the Desert Gang died in confusion without even understanding what was happening.
Shi Niu and his men ransacked the Desert Gang's home as quickly as possible and returned to the south of the city.
"Didn't I ask you to torture that bullshit young master?" Tong Xiaoxiao looked at the black-faced god in confusion, "Why did you come here so quickly? You were too harsh?"
"I cut him into a human stick and planted it on the ground, and then applied honey on the wound." The black-faced god smiled proudly.
After hearing this, Shi Niu and others couldn't help but distance themselves from the black-faced god.
