The end of the road is the end of the world.

At the end of the words is killing.

It was a relationship that was endless, and there was no unnecessary nonsense at this time. More than a dozen deacons gathered Pei Yuan in the center, and his fierce murderous intent firmly locked him in.

As the black cloak flips, a cold light flashes, and a sword is drawn out, and there are strange weapons.

There was no roar or shouting to kill, everything seemed silent and depressed, like a sign before the disaster came.

I don’t know who took the action first, but a black cloak in the air was like a cloud of ink, soaring up and facing Pei Yuandou’s head. Just as his vision was blocked, more than a dozen people took action at the same time.

Boom!

The force of fist, palm wind, sword energy, sword light... everything burst out in the blink of an eye, and the air flow seemed to be sticky and suddenly became a paste. It was bombarded with fierce electric lightning and exploded suddenly, like a howling angrily thunder.

Pei Yuan was immediately like a small boat that was trapped in an endless tsunami. When the huge waves came, they were about to be beaten to pieces in an instant.

As the spirit flowed, Pei Yuan clearly grasped the level of these people. At least more than half of them had grown stronger. Two of them were masters of meridian opening, and a Delong who was eyeing him...

Looking at this power, not many people dare to underestimate it in the entire world.

Especially when these dozens of people took action together, they seemed to follow some strange formation, able to move each other's energy and make up for their weaknesses.

Although even if you are a colleague, you will have ulterior motives and have uneven people's hearts. It is impossible to integrate the strength of more than ten people into one, but at least one or two percent of the strength can be increased.

Facing such a fierce attack, Pei Yuan did not retreat.

Once you retreat, your aura will inevitably be weak.

There was a Delong waiting for an opportunity to move in the big tree next to him. As long as Pei Yuan’s aura was slightly weak and he showed some flaws, it would be the best time for him to launch a thunder raid from behind.

Pei Yuan stretched out his palm and lightning grabbed the black cloak that was facing him.

However, before the fingers touched the cloak, a series of fine hair and densely packed needles suddenly appeared on it. If you were caught off guard, you would definitely have holes in your hands.

If every needle is fed poison...

Pei Yuan's grab was as fast as lightning. Seeing that he could no longer hold it, the energy suddenly gushed out from his palm, turning into a spiraling force. When it invaded the cloak, it caused the cloak to rotate rapidly.

The originally soft and soft feathered clothes were stretched straight in an instant, like a rapidly rotating shield facing the attacking sword and fists.

Bang!

With the roar of energy, the cloak immediately broke and the black feathers flew all over the sky.

Pei Yuan's body turned back, and in his long sleeves, two short swords were spitting out, flying across, like lightning flashes, and only the collision of energy was heard, the sound of weapons fighting was heard, and the attacks from the left and right were already taken over!

Before the other party could accumulate momentum again, Pei Yuan flew into the group of deacons. His body movements were like clear lightning, flying and changing, and he went around. Every time the sword light flashed, it was extremely wonderful to hit everyone's weak points, making the formation unable to form again.

More than a dozen deacons felt that they were the few people and were surrounded by each other, but they were not impatient, but instead sneered in their hearts.

How fast is the true power consumed with such a fierce and rapid attack?

They don't believe that the other party can maintain this level of offensive for a long time.

Delong stood on the trunk of a tree, his eyes closed for a moment, locking in the battle situation, and his true energy was circulating to the extreme, and he could burst out the strongest attack at any time.

Seeing the battle situation on the court, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

After a previous fight, he knew how difficult Wang Yongnian was, and he could be regarded as a master of the same level as him.

If he ends up rashly, he will definitely become Wang Yongnian's key target. Even if he kills him in the end, he may have to pay some price when the opponent fights back to death.

Delong has a high position and a powerful position and has no choice but to force him, so he naturally does not want to fight with the other party easily.

Let these deacons fight with Wang Yongnian, and consume the other party's strength. Anyway, it's all Xia Min, and they will only recruit a group of people if they die.

After a moment.

Dang! Dangdang!

The gold and iron attacked in the field, and the electric arc and fire burst out one after another. Pei Yuan used two short swords to block attacks from all directions. It seemed as everyone expected that the strength had begun to decline, and when the short swords soared, there was a little delay.

This stagnation was immediately caught by the experienced deacon. One of them rushed forward in the wind, and the fist was shocked and hit Pei Yuan's head. Two others cut through the sky with one sword and one sword, slashing towards the flying dagger.

Pei Yuan turned around and dodged, avoiding the fierce fist, but the two short swords were hit. His wrist was slightly swayed and he immediately flew out. Before he fell, he turned his hands into his palms and pushed out a burst of energy.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The two short swords were urged by the energy, and they were shot out like shells. However, the deacons all looked extraordinary and were prepared for a long time. Only two sharp roars were made in the air, and they had avoided the short swords.

With a "chi" sound, a short sword pierced through a big tree that was embraced by two people. Before the rest of the situation was over, it flew several feet into the soil.

Another dagger exploded a string of sparks and pierced a huge bluestone.

Seeing that the other party had lost his weapons, the deacons could not hide their joy. They all swelled up the true energy in their bodies, turned into explosive forces, and rushed towards Pei Yuan like a hurricane.

Delong on the trunk frowned, feeling that Wang Yongnian showed a sign of defeat too quickly. His eyes glanced at him, and suddenly a slight white light came into his eyes. His heart suddenly jumped and he shouted: "Not good..."

But Delong reminded it was still too late. Before he could say anything, Pei Yuanchang laughed in the field, spread his hands and gently twisted his five fingers, as if there were invisible strings in the air, allowing him to play.

The two fastest deacons did not even scream, and their bodies suddenly split into pieces, as if they were cut at extremely fast speed by some kind of sharp weapon, and the incision was as smooth as a mirror.

When the arms, body, and head fell to the ground, their feet were still running forward.

Before the other party could react, Pei Yuan rushed out quickly, his hands tightened suddenly, and saw the two short swords that had been shot back at a faster speed, just like the flying swords in the novel, flying freely in the air, and diving in from their vests like lightning and coming out of their chests.

Pei Yuan gently pulled his five fingers, and the bodies of the two were also torn apart at the same time.

The remaining deacons may not have seen it clearly, but Delong's eyes widened and gritted his teeth and said, "Fire Silk!"

Then he saw that there were almost transparent silk threads tied to the two short swords. The battle was fierce before, and the energy in the field was vented like a flood, with dead branches and leaves, and sand, gravel, mud and dust, so that even he did not notice it for a while, and he had not discovered it in advance.

Click!

When the trunks were shattered and fragments flew, Delong could no longer suppress them and swooped down from the tree, like a hawk hunting for poultry, his eyes were cold, his fists were held in his chest, and his punch, full of true meaning and rage, was about to be swung out in the blink of an eye.

Pei Yuan turned his hands and killed two deacons under the control of fire silk. After breaking the sword into the air, he turned into two white rainbows to intercept the coming Delong.

At the same time, Pei Yuan shook his ten fingers gently, and the fire silk wrapped around his fingers fell off one by one. He flew away and rushed forward like a sharp lightning to another deacon, and slapped it.

The surging force was compressed into a palm. The deacon, under the palm force, seemed to be an ordinary person trapped in the mud. He could not move, so he could only watch the palm pressed and landed on his head.

There was only one thought in my mind. It turned out that when this person faced them just now, he did not show all his cultivation.

The next moment.

Brain rupture and blood splash.

Pei Yuan pulled out and approached another person.

This person was Ding Jiu. He never expected that the good situation would have turned around in his breathing. A strong sense of crisis came. From the corner of his eyes, he only glanced at the side with a punch from the air.

The speed was really like thunder and thunder, making it difficult for him to react. Fortunately, a colorful little snake on his chest had already jumped up, spitting out his snake letter, spreading its fangs and biting it at the fist.

"Just a little trick."

Pei Yuan's expression remained unchanged. His fist was loosened and turned into a claw, falling straight on the head of a colorful little snake. Under the raging claws, the snake's head was immediately smashed to pieces.

As soon as the colorful little snake died, Ding Jiu's face turned miserable. In an instant, the blood faded away. A roar that was not like a human voice came out of his throat, green blood spurted out from his mouth, and he fell down with his head raised.

"Who are you hushing?"

Pei Yuan sneered and bounced his fingers.

call out!

A wisp of finger wind was like a blade, tearing the air and suddenly penetrated Ding Jiu's eyebrows. The latter's originally closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing a strong expression of unwillingness, fear and other expressions.

In just two or three breaths, six deacons died.

On the other side, Delong flew two short swords, and then used his palm power to swing the fire silk in front of him. Seeing that his subordinates were dead one by one, the murderous intent in his eyes became even more intense. He roared and rushed towards him with a strong wind.

Pei Yuan abandoned the remaining deacon and fought with Delong again. The moment the fist power and palm wind collided, within ten feet of the radius was already swift and the boiling energy was venting in all directions.

The soil and gravel rolled like a dragon, thrown into the sky several feet high, as if it turned into a series of earth walls.

The remaining deacons were still in shock, and could only see two figures fighting in the mud and sand, looking at each other in shock.

They all knew Delong's strength very well, a top master at the level of martial arts masters.

But Wang Yongnian... they remember this person's file in their hearts. A man who has been a slut for more than a year, in a short time, what kind of "adventure" can he reach this level?

The battle at the level of martial arts masters, whether it is power or speed, is no longer something that ordinary people can intervene.

At least warriors at the inner strength level are not qualified to intervene.

The third-grade warrior can add some strength.

Originally, there were two warriors in this group of deacons, but one of the six people Pei Yuan killed had been eliminated. The remaining one was shocked by Pei Yuan's method of cutting melons and vegetables. At this moment, his face was gloomy and gloomy. He wanted to take action, but he felt fear in his heart.

Delong became more and more frightened as he fought. A stream of red gold air was lingering on his fists. Every time he swung it, it seemed that there was a burning light rising. This was the Red Flame God Fist he had practiced throughout his life.

But even if he used this skill that was at the bottom of the box, he still couldn't set up a victory. Instead, every punch was attacked and it seemed to fall into the opponent's trap. The opponent seemed to know his fist posture as well, laying traps layer by layer, luring him into the endless abyss.

Pei Yuan's eyes were calm, and he used the "Shadow Art" to understand Delong's martial arts techniques. He predicted that the enemy's moves were first, and he gained a little advantage every step. He accumulated a small amount and naturally he could keep the victory on him.

The original body's three-yuan return to the true meaning is not low, but it is not able to adapt to the times and be eliminated by the new law.

But in this world, it can still be called "Excellent skills".

Bang!

Once again, Delong's body shook again. Pei Yuan suddenly let out a long roar and used the "Wanren Jue". He waved his hands and suddenly, a series of sharp energy as sharp as an arrow burst out. I don't know how many dozens or hundreds of them were shot out within a radius of 1000 pieces, covering Delong's body.
To be continued...