The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

The yard was filled with red blood light, and people seemed to be immersed in a sea of ​​blood.

There was endless pressure all around, making it difficult to even breathe.

The wizard Bayar opened his arms and vibrated his wrists. The silver rings and bells on his wrists made a series of harsh sounds, like the screams of ancient ghosts.

Master Rong took a step forward with difficulty, the hand holding the knife trembling.

The eyes on Bayar's painted face stared at him like hawks. There was a little surprise in his eyes, but they also became more sharp and sinister.

"Oh...what a shame..."

Some strange sounds came from Bayar's throat, together with the vibrations in his chest, which sounded like singing ancient spells or the cry of some mysterious animal.

"Huh, oh, oh, oh..."

The foot that Master Rong had just lifted fell again.

He struggled to lift his feet again.

He had to get closer before he could draw his sword.

Under this kind of pressure, he can only use one knife at most.

The battle must be ended with one blow, otherwise he will lose, die, and all the Rongmen brothers will die.

Master Rong raised his feet again with difficulty.

All the muscles in his body seemed to be dissolving and he had no strength. His thighs seemed to be tied with huge stones, and his blood vessels were filled with lead.

The bloody light blinded his eyes, and Bayar's body became blurry.

My feet were raised in the air, but they could no longer fall down.

This step is like a thousand miles away.

Bayar let out a shrill laugh.

"A little mortal dares to use a knife in front of a god! Put it down!"

Master Rong's arm suddenly shook, and the kitchen knife fell from his hand and fell to the ground with a clang.

"Your Majesty!"

Bayar's voice sounded again.

Master Rong felt a huge force hitting his knees, which made his legs weak and he was about to kneel down.

He gritted his teeth, his Dantian sank, and he exerted force on his waist and abdomen. Before his knees collided with the ground, he fell backwards, forced his kneeling body forward, and fell to the ground on his back with a bang.

Master Rong felt that his waist was almost broken and his Dantian seemed to have been shattered.

This time, almost all his life's energy was exhausted.

He looked up at the bloody dome over the courtyard, unable to move anymore and could only wait quietly for death.

Bayar came forward with strange steps, like a swaying orangutan.

He looked down at Master Rong: "Little mortal, God will take away your soul and let you enjoy eternal life!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hands with his palms facing Master Rong.

An invisible force is tearing Master Rong apart. Master Rong suddenly felt like he was floating.

This feeling made him feel as relaxed as he was about to be liberated.

There is a thought in my heart that says: Hurry up, fly up, and be free!

Master Rong knew that the wizard was using witchcraft to claim his soul.

As soon as he relaxes, his soul will leave the body and be taken away by the wizard.

After these wizards take people's souls, they either absorb their soul power or use it on some magic weapons, which will lead to endless darkness.

"Free yourself, mortal!" said Bayar.

Master Rong gritted his teeth, drove away the thought of relaxing, and had the willpower to persevere.

"Hey, little mortal, your performance surprises me! You are not an ordinary warrior. You practice the magic of fruit solidification, right?"

A smile appeared on Bayar's face.

"That's good! Very good! I'm very satisfied with the strength of your soul. Well, let's see how long you can hold on. The longer you hold on, the happier I will be!"

Bayar knelt down and looked at Master Rong carefully, as if he was admiring a piece of art.

Master Rong's hand suddenly moved.

In a flash of white light, the ten fingers of Bayar's outstretched palms fell off.

Bayar looked at his hands in horror. His fingers fell to the ground, and blood dripped from his hands.

Master Rong smiled.

This is his final blow.

All the power was accumulated in his left hand, and his thin blade was hidden between his fingers.

Unfortunately, Bayar was still too far away and could only cut off his finger.

But that's enough.

Today, he killed Liu Yunfeng of the Qin clan, Liang Jin of the important clan, and injured Bayar, the shaman. His achievements were already brilliant enough.

What happens next is beyond his control.

"what--"

Bayar roared with rage.

After a while, he stopped roaring.

"Your sword is indeed very fast. What I didn't expect is that your sword intention actually embodies the sword intention of the Immortal Family. Tell me, who taught you this?"

Master Rong was exhausted, gasped a few times, and said, "You don't deserve to know about the person who taught me."

Bayar sneered: "You little mortal, do you really think you can hurt me like this?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his severed hand and muttered an incomprehensible spell.

Then he saw the severed fingers flying from the ground, and one by one they were connected to his hand. The broken marks were closed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they were quickly connected again.

Bayar flexed his fingers and laughed: "I have the protection of the gods, how can you and other mortals resist me? Tell me your sword intention formula, and I will let you die happily. Otherwise, I will Your soul is suffering from the bite of ten thousand souls."

Master Rong spat: "Bah! You are an evil witch, you are worthy of being called a god!"

Bayar was furious: "Okay, then I will fulfill your wish. I will take your soul and let you speak sword skills!"

Having said that, with a ferocious look on his face, he was about to attack Master Rong.

Master Rong shouted: "You guy, if you don't come out, I will really die!"

Bayar was stunned, glanced at Xizhou, and sneered: "Haha, you want to scare me? It's useless! No one can come to save you with the blood spirit array shielding you!"

Master Rong cursed: "Damn Wong Tai Sin, didn't I arrest you once twenty years ago? How can you take revenge like this? If I don't come out, I will really die! If I die, who will cook for you in the future!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a burst of yellow smoke suddenly rising from the ground.

Smoke rose into the air, and the original blood-colored dome was covered with a layer of yellow light.

The light in the yard also turned into a warm yellow, and the endless pressure like the deep sea disappeared, and I suddenly returned from hell to the human world.

In the smoke, a man appeared. He was wearing ancient clothes. It was an official uniform of an unknown dynasty or generation. He wore a warm hat and held a fly whisk in his hand. He looked unofficial and unethical. The expression on his face was serious but a little funny. .

"Come on, come on, I just met a lost little golden pheasant on the road, so I gave her a ride. I'm late, sorry!"

"I believe you, you idiot!" Master Rong scolded, "If you come one step later, I will die!"

Huang Dashan glared: "Twenty years ago, if Madam Gong had come a step later, I would have died too!"

Master Rong was choked by him and was speechless for a while.

Bayar was startled by the sudden appearance of yellow smoke. He took a few steps back and asked, "Who are you?"

"Who is this person? Don't you understand this?" Huang Dashan dusted off his clothes with a whisk, "Look at me like this and you will know that I am the real god who enjoys the fireworks in the world, and you are just a fake. You little mortal, surrender quickly, you can't defeat a true god."

Hearing the words "little mortal", Master Rong knew that this guy had been here a long time ago. It was all nonsense to send a lost little golden pheasant home.

"You are just taking revenge on me!" Master Rong said angrily.

Huang Dashan chuckled: "Then let's consider it even."