A cry of "Master, kill him!" sounded in the wind, which seemed extremely sad.
This roar spread in all directions and spread for several miles, frightening the birds in the forest to flap their wings and fly away, and the small beasts in the forest to flee after hearing the sound.
Even a group of monks who had just crossed the Tongtian River and came all the way to Snow City heard this roar!
Wearing a black shirt embroidered with gold trim, the young man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes couldn't help but rush forward after hearing the sound.
He shouted to a long-haired woman in a white dress: "Senior Sister, there is something going on ahead. I'll go explore the way and you guys will come back!"
After saying that, before the woman could reply, he rode forward and rushed forward. Behind him, another young man shouted: "Junior brother, wait for me!"
So in the wind, the two horses rushed towards Snow White City like a whirlwind.
The woman in the white dress frowned slightly and muttered to herself: "If I had known you were causing trouble, I shouldn't have brought you out."
After speaking, he shouted to a group of men and women behind him: "Who else wants to watch the fun?"
Seeing that the senior sister was angry, a group of male and female disciples dared not say anything and followed her obediently without saying a word.
The woman in the white dress nodded: "We don't have to work so hard, we can see it if we move forward slowly."
By this time, Wang Qiang had separated from the middle-aged man again.
The middle-aged man ignored his apprentice's madness. He had his own plan.
The young man did not see clearly how many times the swords in the hands of the two men were slashing in the wind. He could not even see how dangerous Wang Qiang's sword was.
After they separated again, Wang Qiang looked coldly at the opponent in front of him.
He scolded: "Unexpectedly, a majestic fusion master can actually become the dog of the Chen family in Loulan City!"
There was a hint of bitterness on the middle-aged man's face. He glanced at the sword in his hand and sighed coldly: "Isn't it better to be a living dog than a dead person?"
After hearing these words from the middle-aged man, the young man not far away who wanted to howl again stopped talking.
Wang Qiang shook his head: "You are obviously a killer, but you pretend to be a fortune teller. How shameless are you?"
The middle-aged man replied: "Whether you believe it or not, I am really a fortune teller. Killing people is just my side job. How about you sit down and I can tell you fortunes?"
After laughing, Wang Qiang said angrily: "Why don't you do your fortune telling for yourself and see if you can survive today?"
"A good doctor doesn't ask about his own illness. Don't you know this?"
The middle-aged man glanced at the apprentice not far away. After thinking about it for a while, he gave up on telling Wang Qiang's fortune. He wanted to solve the trouble at hand as soon as possible.
In silence, the two people with their own thoughts clenched the sword in their hands again.
Both of them knew very well that there was no need to decide the outcome at the moment, and there was no need to talk too much.
Now that the swordsmanship has been compared, all that's left is life and death.
At this time, the man who claimed to be a fortune teller had his right hand trembling slightly. The young man behind him did not see this trembling, and neither did Wang Qiang.
After confronting Wang Qiang several times, even a fortune teller in the Fusion Realm couldn't bear it for a while.
Because he is not as high as Wang Qiang in cultivation, he cannot understand Wang Qiang's cultivation level, and he does not believe that Wang Qiang can break through to such a realm at his age.
Wang Qiang is different from him. This is the first time he has faced off against an opponent in the Fusion Realm since he broke through.
He didn't even bother to look at the young man with an injured arm. He regarded the fortune-telling killer in front of him as a new whetstone.
Before he meets the old man Miyoshi again, he will try to fight the masters of the Fusion Realm for a few more times.
In the eyes of the middle-aged man, Wang Qiang should be a monk who has cultivated his physical body. Of course he can absolutely crush Wang Qiang in terms of realm, so he doesn't want to wait any longer.
He shouted angrily, and a faint light flashed on his body. The middle-aged man who had gathered the strength of the Fusion Realm was about to make a killing move.
Wang Qiang raised his head and glanced at the sky. He didn't want to delay it any longer.
"Look at the sword..."
At the moment when the middle-aged man drew his sword and struck Wang Qiang with one strike, at the moment when Wang Qiang was about to strike with the killing blow...
A cold sword energy struck from behind him like lightning, but the young man whose arm was injured saw that his master could not attack for a long time, so he took action.
At this time, the long sword in the middle-aged man's hand had already stabbed three feet in front of Wang Qiang.
Wang Qiang wanted to resist the man's sword head-on, but he couldn't deal with the sword from behind that was like a poisonous snake and struck like lightning from behind!
"Buzz..."
After a golden light, electric light and stone fire, a sound came from behind Wang Qiang. In a clear sound, a golden light slashed towards the young man who was sneaking up on him!
With a puff, the young man spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the long sword in his hand broke into two pieces.
On the line between life and death, the divine thought left by Meng Shentong in Wang Qiang once again slashed out a golden light, turning into a demon-conquering sword and slashing out!
"No......"
At this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly felt a strong sense of fear and couldn't help but roar.
And the young man's body flew back involuntarily...
Just when he was under the broken sword, trying to gather the last strength, his body turned into a ray of sword light and wanted to escape!
The golden light that cut off the sword in his hand had penetrated his body, pierced his heart, and passed through his divine sea!
The body that flew out fell straight down, like a wild wolf in the wilderness, falling to the ground without any breath.
But under this sudden change, Wang Qiang did not stop. He used the simplest sword to cut the snow with the long sword in his hand!
I saw a cold light flashing in front of the middle-aged man's eyes, and then slashed towards his arm, curling up the long sword in his hand in an instant, and flew behind him in a gorgeous arc.
With a "Dang!" sound, it fell on the stone table and made a crisp sound.
"Ah..." The middle-aged man who claimed to be able to tell life and death had his sword-holding palm cut off by Wang Qiang's sword and fell to the ground like snowflakes in the wind.
"No, you can't kill me!" At this time, the fortune teller just wanted to survive.
"Don't insult your reputation as a killer!"
Wang Qiang glanced at the other party with contempt, and slashed out the long sword in his hand again. He would not let go of the killer who wanted to kill him. This made no sense.
"Whoosh!" There was a sound, and an arrow came from the wind!
Just when Wang Qiang struck out with his sword, just when the middle-aged man thought he was certain to die, a cold iron arrow pierced the cold wind...
Mercilessly stabbed into Wang Qiang's left arm!
The wind came from the north, and the arrow also came from the north. At this time, Wang Qiang's left arm was facing the north, so... he was unprepared and was attacked by someone!
The middle-aged man took advantage of Wang Qiang's arrow and flew backwards three feet away. He picked up the long sword that fell on the stone table with his left hand.
Wang Qiang did not chase him, but looked at the two fast horses running from the north, with a cold murderous look on his face!
If you dare to plot against me, be prepared to die!
With a sound of "Wang!", he inserted the long sword in front of him, took out the iron bow in the midst of the lightning and stone fire, and took out two iron arrows. "Whoosh!" Two arrows were shot out one after another!
With the power of his third level of integration and a breath of death, he flew towards the owners of the two horses that were galloping towards him!
"Be bold!"
The young man in black shirt on the horse roared angrily, put away the iron bow in an instant, pulled out the long sword and slashed at the flying iron arrows!
He is the genius of the Snowfield Holy Land, how can he be afraid of a bandit who blocks the road and robs him?
"Dang!" sounded, followed by "Pfft!"
Then two screams of "Ah...ah..." sounded in the wind, and two figures flew out from the horse's back like fallen leaves in the wind.
The two of them never expected that the opponent's sword in the wind would ignore the spirit swords in their hands and pierce into their arms like lightning.
Then he fell off the Pegasus' horse in an extremely miserable manner!
All this happened so fast that even the fortune teller who claimed to be able to predict Wang Qiang's life and death did not predict that the man in front of him with an arrow in his arm actually shot two wind monks off their horses on the spot!
what is this?
This is why revenge doesn't last overnight. If you have revenge, you will take revenge immediately, without even giving you a chance to escape.
Seeing the scene happening in front of him like lightning, the middle-aged man turned pale and sighed silently in his heart, wondering what kind of terrible opponent he was going to face?
However, even after the two fell off the horse, Wang Qiang still did not intend to let them go. He took out two iron arrows in his hand again, intending to turn them into cold lightning and kill them through the air!
"Save someone under the arrow!"
At this moment, a clear shout came from the wind, and a horse galloped towards Wang Qiang like lightning.
Before he could shoot the iron arrow in his hand, a beautiful figure flew out from the horse's back and blocked Wang Qiang's path with great difficulty.
"Why is it you?!" The woman in a white dress looked at Wang Qiang and shouted loudly.
"Why is it you!" Wang Qiang roared angrily when he saw the person coming, and then sighed leisurely.
She put away the bow and arrow in her hand, and with a "Cang!" sound, she pulled the long sword from the ground and pointed it at the cavalry rushing towards them like a whirlwind in the wind...
He scolded coldly: "When did the proud son of the Holy Land become a killer and become the dog of the Loulan Chen family!"
"Boom..." Like a thunder, it hit the woman's head hard!
She understood Wang Qiang's words and saw the corpse on the ground and the fortune teller with a broken hand.
He couldn't help but shake his head and smiled bitterly: "Senior Brother Wang Qiang, let me see your wound. This is a misunderstanding."
The visitor was Ouyang Manxue from the Snowfield Holy Land. He took the disciples from the Holy Land out to do some business, but he didn't expect to meet the senior brother from Tianyun Mountain here.
But one of his own people shot randomly and injured Wang Qiang with an arrow. Now he was in trouble.
"There's no misunderstanding."
Wang Tai looked at Ouyang Manxue coldly, pointed the sword in his hand at the fortune teller under the tree, and scolded: "Come on, help me calculate, will you die today or me?"
After speaking, he looked back at Ouyang Manxue and said, "I have encountered countless killers from the Loulan Chen family along the way, and they all want my life. You might as well come together!"
Wang Qiang would definitely not be able to say this sentence in front of Broken Heart Cliff.
However, today's arrow in the wind stung his heart, just like Dugu Wang of Tiandao Peak... At this moment, he was filled with pride, thinking of Li Xiuyuan who had climbed up to the high platform alone.
Although there are thousands of people, I am going!
So what if the Holy Land's geniuses are the most talented? Today, the Holy Land's disciples took action against him first. As long as these guys dare to take action again, he will fight to the death and then go to the snow-capped mountains!
Before Ouyang Manxue could reply, more than twenty horses came in the wind, and the geniuses of the Holy Land surrounded Wang Qiang and Ouyang Manxue.
"Sister, where did this bandit come from? He actually shot and wounded one of our people!" a woman said.
These were all young disciples that Snowfield Holy Land had only accepted in recent years. They had never been to Tianyun Mountain, and they did not know Wang Qiang in front of them. They all regarded him as a bandit who blocked the road and robbed them.
"Shut up, every one of you! Are you blind?"
When Ouyang Manxue saw her companion, she became even more angry. She had no choice but to curse: "This is the senior brother of Tianyun Mountain, not the bandit you call him!"
"Ah...no, junior brother shot the wrong person..." one disciple exclaimed.
"Sister, that man just now sneaked away while we were talking!" Another female disciple screamed.
Just at this moment, a group of disciples in the Holy Land understood that they had helped the wrong person. If the man was not a killer, how could he escape at this time?
Wang Qiang naturally saw the man sneaking away. Ouyang Manxue was here, and he could no longer kill in front of these so-called geniuses.
Thinking of this, Wang Qiang gently pulled his injured arm back from Ouyang Manxue's hand.
Sheathing the long sword, he said quietly: "Since you didn't collude with the Chen family in Loulan, I don't blame you for what happened today."
