Scourge the heavens

Just as the tall and thin man approached the little boy, a black shadow suddenly flashed in front of him.

When he came back to his senses, he immediately felt that something was wrong.

The limbs of the body couldn't be controlled, the wrists and ankles were all torn apart, and the blood fell like red rain.

In the little boy's hand, a black dagger appeared at some point.

"Hoo Hoo"!
He roared fiercely at the tall and thin man twice before turning his head to Wang Jiajun who was aside.

"Little master, I don't need to say much, I understand!" Wang Jiajun really regarded the little boy as Wei Qiu's younger brother, and when he saw the little boy's eyes, he immediately ran over nodding and bowing.

Skillfully pressing the tall and thin man to the ground with his hands, Wang Jiajun stamped the iron plate in his hand.

"Ah~~~"

"God damn thief, I, Wang Yangming, are at odds with you!"

This time the thin and tall man was different from the previous ones. He not only revealed his name, but also left a stamped testimonial.

Staring at Wang Jiajun with angry eyes, the tall and thin man ignored the blood and pain on his face, wishing he could eat Wang Jiajun.

[Wang Yangming of the Iron Fist Sect failed to try to ward off evil swordsmanship, and was substantially insulted, and the damage point was +3333! 】

"Wang Yangming, right? Don't be angry, don't worry, you are definitely not the only one who stamped the seal today!" Unexpectedly, after hearing the threat from the tall and thin man, Wang Jiajun was not only not angry, but even comforted him.

Although this consolation is not a good word.

Sure enough, the fallen Wang Yangming did not frighten other martial arts practitioners, on the contrary, many people rushed towards the little boy.

Because Wei Qiu in the center of the battlefield, under the oppression of the old beggar, fought back and forth with an astonishing momentum.

The old beggar's palms were vigorous and heavy, and the sound of the dragon's cry sounded with each move, and the vast true energy was like a wave of air.

Facing such an old beggar with such strength, Wei Qiu's Taixuan Qi surged all over his body, exuding an aura of desolation and arrogance all over his body.

The soft sword waved light blue light and shadow in the air, and the layers of shadows dazzled the surrounding martial arts practitioners.

The fight between the two of them only lasted more than thirty strokes, and the others dared not approach at all.

Anyone who is within three feet of the two will either be scratched by the sword qi, or be knocked back by the powerful qi wave.

For a moment, the place where the two fought turned into a blank area, surrounded by people who hurriedly dodged.

Seeing that they couldn't intervene, many people turned their attention to the little boy. As for Wang Jiajun, they were automatically ignored.

About dozens of people rushed towards the little boy.

Facing such a large number of opponents, Wang Yangming, who was lying on the ground, had a look of excitement on his face.

This is a pleasure of revenge. Seeing so many people surrounded, Wang Yangming even thought about how to take revenge on Wang Jiajun later.

"Boy, you don't think you can defeat him with this little man, do you?" Wang Jiajun walked up to Wang Yangming, lowered his head and pouted contemptuously in his ear.

Wang Yangming didn't know, but Wang Jiajun clearly remembered that day he led someone to break into the blacksmith's shop.

This little boy, who seemed to be six or seven years old, beat him and a dozen of his followers to the point of being defenseless with just a single dagger.

That hallucination-like speed made Wang Jiajun still doubt his life until now.

"Hmph, the dead duck has a hard mouth!" Wang Yangming, who was lying on the ground, was eager for revenge, and he didn't pay attention to Wang Jiajun's words.

However, before the dozens of people who attacked him had time to get close, the little boy jumped out like a monkey.

There was a black glint in the nimble figure, and dozens of people were like wheat, one after another tilted to the sides, and they all lay down in a daze.

"Hehe, the ghost sword Wei Qiu is not the only one who knows how to ward off evil swords!" Wang Jiajun looked at the wailing figure lying on the ground, and sighed to the stunned Wang Yangming.

Even after seeing him once, Wang Jiajun was still in awe of the little boy's skill.

This time without the little boy's reminder, Wang Jiajun rushed forward and started his great career of stamping.

The shrill screams and hoarse curses continued continuously, and Wang Yangming, who was lying on the ground, saw so many "like-minded" people all of a sudden, he couldn't help feeling a bit bitter in his heart.

The blood-red faces of the large group of fallen martial arts practitioners on the ground, the word "dispelling evil spirits" is particularly dazzling.

[The beggar gang xxx failed to try to ward off evil swordsmanship, and was substantially insulted, and the damage point was +3333! 】

[Songshan faction xxx failed to try to ward off evil swordsmanship, and was substantially insulted, scourge point +3333! 】

[Kunlun faction xxx failed to try to ward off evil swordsmanship, and was substantially insulted, scourge point +3333! 】

[Emei faction xxx failed to try to ward off evil swordsmanship, and was substantially insulted, scourge point +3333! 】

[Heihuzhai xxx failed to try to ward off evil swordsmanship, and was substantially insulted, and the damage point was +3333! 】

Wei Qiu, who was fighting in the center of the battlefield, forced the old beggar back with a sword, and the notification sound in his ear kept ringing.

The sudden notification sound not only gave Wei Qiu a pause, but also gave the old beggar a chance to calm down.

After some fighting, Wei Qiu had some ideas about the old beggar's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

This old beggar may not be able to cultivate well, so he insisted on beating a set of powerful palms into this appearance.

If it wasn't for Wei Qiu's desire to keep the other party and use it to plot the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon, he would have killed him with a sword.

"Wang Jiajun, I recognize you!" At this moment, a loud cry came.

A stamped middle-aged man lying on the ground suddenly pointed at Wang Jiajun angrily: "You are Wang Jiajun from the Luoyang Golden Knife Wang family. I met you when Wang Yuanba had his fiftieth birthday!"

"Okay! I didn't expect that the Golden Saber Wang's family would work together with Ghost Sword!"

"I must report to the master when I go back, and let the people of the Wang family give us an explanation for the Emei faction!"

"Our Kunlun is the same, we will never let it go easily!"

These people lying on the ground, after recognizing Wang Jiajun, all looked disgusted.

Compared to the little boy who defeated them, what Wang Jiajun did was simply outrageous.

As long as they think of the scene of being pressed to the ground by Wang Jiajun and forcibly stamped, the anger in these people's hearts is like a wild horse that has run wild, completely uncontrollable.

Bang!
There was a loud noise, and the old beggar was directly knocked down by Wei Qiu's claws, spat out a mouthful of blood, and passed out unconsciously.

"Old Clan Master!" Seeing this scene, many members of the Beggar Clan shouted.

"Hmph, it really took me a lot of effort not to kill you." Wei Qiu snorted softly, raised his sword and killed the rest of the martial artists.

At the same time, Wei Qiu's ear rang again.

[Because of Wang Jiajun's relationship, the Luoyang Wang family was implicated, and the damage point was +80000! 】

With so many disaster points, it seems that this time, Wang Jiajun caused a big disaster!

After solving the old beggar, Wei Qiu completely let go of his hands and feet.

Before many people had time to react, their lives were directly taken away by Wei Qiu's sword energy.

Wei Qiu's sudden outburst made these martial artists completely lose their spirits, and many of them turned their heads and ran away without hesitation.

This time.

Wei Qiu did not choose to pursue, but glanced around lightly, grabbed the old beggar on the ground and walked back.

"People on the ground, I leave it to you." Wei Qiu glanced at Wang Jiajun, came to the little donkey, found a clean bluestone and sat down.

Relying on his strong perception, Wei Qiu could clearly feel that there were several powerful auras around him.

Even one of them made Wei Qiu feel strong pressure.

These people were obviously also targeting him, Wei Qiu.