At this time, many people of Zijin gate had seen this scene, and their faces changed greatly, and they rushed towards Xiao Yao and others with angry faces.
"Ha ha, the boy is finished! Relying on his own cultivation, he dares to do whatever he wants. He doesn''t look at what''s here. Let''s die! " Zhang Kuang burst out laughing.
"Well, you''re too much for yourself." Zhang Liwei and others also sigh.
In fact, they are full of dissatisfaction with Xiao Yao.
Although it was said that Xiao Yao solved Liu Wolong before, Liu Wolong and them are obviously of the same world.
He killed a Liu Wolong, and he killed all of them.
All the way, they were frightened, for fear that they would annoy the God of plague.
Now that Xiao Yao is going to die, it''s a great pleasure.
Xu Fu''s Ci clenched his lips and his beautiful eyes moved: "why does he want to do this? Didn''t he just come to pick up his wife? Can he survive... "
Dozens of members of Zijin gate have surrounded Xiao Yao, song Yilin and Nan Tianyuan.
A man with long hair and a crown, holding a sword, stares at Xiao Yao: "who are you?"
"Elder Changxuan, he''s here to make trouble. Let''s kill them directly." A disciple said at the top of his voice.
Xiao Yao looks at the elder, and suddenly sneers.
"How dare you stand in my way?" Finish saying, not by break up, is a palm clap.
Now that he has decided to come, there will be no hesitation. What Xiao Yao wants to do is to bring Nan Tianyuan and song Yilin to make zijinmen a river of blood.
Let''s turn this place into Purgatory.
"If you catch my lover, I will kill you all over the house!" Xiao Yao roared, and the aura in his body began to work again.
That palm, hit long Xuan elder.
Elder Changxuan''s body flew out directly and fell on a stone pillar.
The stone pillar of the bucket was directly broken by Changxuan''s body.
Changxuan himself vomited blood, then his head tilted and his breath broke.
"If you dare to kill our elder martial brother Changxuan, you will be arrogant and unforgivable!" One of the disciples yelled angrily, and the crowd rushed to Xiao Yao and the others.
"Start killing." Xiao Yao said something.
"Brother Xiao, these people are not enough to see." Song Yilin burst out laughing, "just in time, I''ll borrow them to test my strength!"
With that, he turned into a fierce tiger, rushed into the crowd, and won a knife. His hand was clean and sharp, and so was nantianyuan.
Xiao Yao stood still and watched the situation quietly.
The disciples of zijinmen in the 50s and 60s are like young children in nantianyuan and song Yilin''s hands, and they can''t stand the devastation at all.
These are all practitioners of the realm of breaking heaven. Only the former Changxuan changlingxi realm was killed by Xiao Yao.
In less than one cup of tea, fifty or sixty people have been slaughtered.
Song Yilin and Nan Tianyuan are covered with blood, but they are not their own.
"Ha ha! Have a good time! Zijinmen, come out and die Song Yilin looks up to the sky and roars, but Xiao Yao doesn''t scold him.
Come in, to carry on the arrogance to the end.
People kill, Buddha kill!
In the main hall, a disciple rushed into the hall recklessly.
"No, no, elders, something''s wrong!"
In the main hall, seven or eight people sat cross legged, with the God of war in the East.
"What''s the matter? What''s the matter? " The eastern warlord opened his mouth and angrily scolded, "in recklessness, believe it or not, I''ll pat you to death?"
The disciple was startled. He knew that what the Oriental God of war said was not a joke. He really slapped himself to death.
"Three people came in from outside, and more than 60 of our disciples have been killed." The disciple whispered.
"What?"
"How?"
"Who has the courage to make trouble in Zijin gate?"
Several elders, the God of war, were furious.
One after another, they stood up, but the Eastern god of war stopped them.
"Don''t worry, everyone. In my opinion, I''m afraid that Xiao from the secular world is looking for someone. Ha ha!" The Eastern god of war said, "this guy is really not afraid of death. He is just a practitioner of Lingxi realm. How can he let us all go out? If the outsider knew this, wouldn''t he laugh off his big teeth! "
When they heard what the Oriental God of war said, their hearts fell.
"I see. The boy is too brave to come."
"Well. It''s fair to say that all the disciples outside are below the aura realm, and they are definitely not the opponents of the practitioners of the aura realm. "
"Forget it, the Oriental God of war, you go to solve the boy!"
The Eastern god of war laughs: "OK, wait for me to come here with Xiao Yao''s head!"
Then he poured himself a cup of tea.
"So about Yu Wenjiu''s beheading Hua Xiong, I have Dongfang wencha to kill Xiao Yao. Everyone wait!"
With that, he picked up the heavy hammer and walked out of the hall.
The main hall is about 100 meters away from the square at the gate and three other palaces. However, the God of war in the East is already a practitioner of Linghe realm. In the blink of an eye, he is in front of Xiao Yao.
Before that, many of them had been killed by Nan Tianyuan and song Yilin.
"Back off, all of you!" After a roar, the disciples of zijinmen retreated one after another and knelt down to worship in the direction of the Oriental God of war.
"Welcome to the Oriental God of war!"
Hearing the four words "Oriental God of war", song Yilin''s fist clenched and clattered.
"Damn it, it''s the bastard!" Seeing the eastern warlord with a heavy hammer coming into sight, song Yilin clenched his teeth and said.
Xiao Yao''s eyes also changed.
"Are you Xiao Yao?" The Eastern god of war came to Xiao Yao and asked carelessly.
"You took my woman, didn''t you?" Xiao Yao''s eyes are filled with murderous air.
"Ha ha, so what? I didn''t expect you to come here. What''s the difference between this and death? " Asked the eastern warlord.
"Hand over Li Xiaoxiao, I will spare you from death." Xiao Yao said.
After Xiao Yao said that, the Eastern god of war was stunned at first, and then burst into laughter.
"Ha ha ha! It''s killing me! It''s not easy for you, a practitioner in the secular world, to enter the realm of aura. It''s ridiculous that you still want to challenge the realm of Linghe! "
Zhang Kuang, who was watching the war, also sneered: "hum, before they could kill more than a hundred people, they only had the advantage of cultivation, but now, standing in front of them is the Oriental God of war, who is the cultivator of Linghe realm. This guy even dares to speak wild words."
"Yes, young man, we are all strong indeed." Zhang Liwei took a deep breath and said, "fortunately, his horse is going to die. We are still the best young people!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" The people behind them all nodded hard.
It seems that people in zijinmen hope that Xiao Yao and others will die.
Otherwise, with such young people in the front, what face do they have to claim that they are arrogant?
To put it mildly, their self-esteem has been thoroughly crushed by Xiao Yao and others.
Only Xu Fu''s poems are full of anxiety.
"Is he really going to die here?"
"Is his wife captured by Zijin gate?"
"Is it for his beloved wife that he broke into the Zijin gate and killed people?"
Countless thoughts reverberate in Xu Fu''s mind
At this time, the Eastern god of war stopped laughing.
"Well, I''ll show you today how big the gap between Linghe River and Lingxi river is!"
With that, he waved a heavy hammer.
"This hammer is called Tianlei hammer. There are ten practitioners of aura realm who have died under the hammer. Today you are the eleventh!"
The body of the heavy hammer is shining with fluorescence, and it seems that the dull sound of thunder and lightning can be heard.
"Is it a quasi spirit instrument?"
"Yes! I didn''t expect that the magic weapon of the Oriental God of war was a spirit weapon. He used to be a practitioner of the spirit River realm. This hammer can''t kill this arrogant young man in an instant? "
Everyone was shocked.
The God of war in the East was also elated when he heard these words.
In order to get this thunder hammer, he slaughtered a small sect.
Everyone is not guilty, they have such a quasi spirit device, damn it!
Thinking, the day tired hammer has burst out a ray of thunder, really like lightning in the sky, towards Xiao Yao.
light speed!
Xiao Yao''s face was indifferent, neither happy nor sad.
All of a sudden, he took a step forward, smashed a fist, earth shaking.
"Ha ha! Is this guy crazy? Dare to meet the strike of quasi spirit weapon
"What''s more, it was a blow from the practitioners of Linghe realm? Dead, dead
Lei Guang and the red aura of Xiao Yao''s fist collide and make a loud noise. The floor beside Xiao Yao is cracked and the smoke is rolling.
"Ah, a brilliant young man, so dead." Zhang Liwei shook his head, but what he said didn''t make any sense of regret. Instead, it was ridicule.
"The God of war is mighty!"
"The God of war of the East is equal to heaven!"
The Zijin disciples standing behind the Oriental God of war cheered one by one.
Sure enough, no matter how strong the opponent is, he can''t challenge zijinmen. Otherwise, he will be killed in seconds!
Nan Tianyuan and song Yilin still have no expression on their faces.
Only Xu Fu''s poems look ugly.
However, when the smoke gradually dispersed, a figure appeared in front of the crowd.
Everyone quieted down, wide eyed, looking at the figure. Eyes, full of shock. When the eastern warlord saw the man, his pupils shrank“ This... How is this possible? You''re not dead! " The Oriental God of war seems to have seen the most terrible thing in the world“ If you are in the realm of Lingjiang, maybe you can really cause me heavy damage. Unfortunately, you are only in the realm of Linghe, and you are only in the initial stage. I really don''t know what your arrogant capital is. " With that, Xiao Yao directly shot, a sharp blade, flashing cold light, and flew to the Eastern god of war. The eastern Warlord''s face changed greatly. Along with the sharp blade, there is endless pressure and aura“ You... You are the cultivator of Linghe realm? How can it be When he wanted to dodge, the cold was in front of him. He raised the hammer and tried to smash the blade away, but the blade had already rubbed the side of the hammer and crossed his body. The Eastern god of war has only one strike, and this fall! The practitioners of Linghe realm die of the sword of fish intestines（ Thank you for your special reward. I have to add four chapters today! That is to say, just like yesterday, there are more than 20000 words in seven chapters! The old step is hard! Thank you