C49

Yellow wind falls, startled birds fly, all the way dust sand thousands of zhang cliff; Shaohua passed, dream is not a dream, in the past, ignorant and idle.

Li Xiaoxiao and an unknown man in black appeared in the sky outside of the Martial Arts Competition. Both of them were familiar with each other. He did not want others to mention his name, especially Chang Lou.

He was like an afterimage floating in the air. He could only see but not touch him. He could not touch him not because of his aloofness, but because others seemed to be forever in a different world from him.

What was in the same world as him, thought Chang Lou, only the unsheathed sword in his hand was left.

That sword had a pitch-black hilt, a pitch-black scabbard, and the swordsman was also pitch-black in color. Dressed entirely in black, his black sword made him seem like an undead from hell.

A small black mask covered his face, including his nose and eyes and mouth. He no longer needed his nose, eyes and mouth. The sword was his nose, and it smelled of death; and though he had closed his eyes, every inch of emptiness, every moment of time, had not escaped him.

"Ink Sword?" His appearance attracted almost everyone's attention. Even Tie Ying and Qiu Shouchuan, who were fighting to the death, stopped what they were doing at the same time.

Of course, Chang Lou's old brother, who had red eyes and swore to kill Zhu Yuxiao, was still relentlessly chasing after and killing the princess. If it weren't for the protection of the master, knowing that the young talents standing in front of him had blocked the way for a long time, the princess would have already been torn into pieces.

Shui Hengliu was naturally aware of the dangerous situation the princess was in and tried to save her, but this monster was simply too strong. It stuck to him like a lunatic and couldn't even leave, and the more he fought, the more excited he became.

Mai Dong was a bit conflicted, he naturally saw the black clothed man in front of the woman and thought that he was an expert. However, he was currently occupying the position of an expert and was fighting quite happily, causing his heart to itch a little.

"It's getting more and more chaotic!" Looking at the tearful Li Xiaoxiao questioning Mo Broken Sword in the sky, and then looking at Mei Dong, who was holding Shui Hengliu back, Eternal Rest who had been chasing Zhu Yu Xiaoxiao for years, and then blocking his path, Lou Cheng felt a headache coming on.

There were too many experts, and the situation was a bit chaotic. The entire conference hall was in chaos.

"Traitor, die!" Wang Hui regained his senses and rushed over with his shovel.

Normally, people would never study this kind of weapon, which seemed somewhat disgraceful, but there was a master in the Qin Prefecture's Shrouding Water Palace who had used this shovel to perfection. He had defeated countless enemies and could be considered a grandmaster of a generation.

That Grandmaster was definitely a genius. He had learned from the heaven and earth, and through observation and comprehension, he created the《 Twenty-three Styles of the Iron Shovel》. This martial skill was extremely mysterious and had endless changes. It was a high-grade Profound Ranked martial skill.

Unfortunately, the iron shovel was really unpopular. In this Palace that was very popular, many talented youths of nobility or promising youths of commoners that were about to become nobles weren't too popular. How could they still pick up a large iron shovel and use it to pick up a girl? In desperation, the Grandmaster could only extend the Demon Claw to his own son, forcing him to learn it. In the end, Wang Po's Divine Art was mastered, and there were very few people in Qin State City who could be his match.

"Mountain Shoveling Stance!"

A shovel ruthlessly smashed into the ground. Chang Lou suddenly felt a strong force coming from beneath his feet, causing him to be shaken to the point that his bones were about to break. A golden light flashed before his eyes and he was sent flying.

As soon as he was sent up into the air, he hadn't even had time to spit out the old blood when he was sent flying back into the air and slammed the back of his spade directly onto Chang Lou's head.

"Back Pull!"

If it weren't for the fact that the Black Water True Qi had protected his head in time, coupled with the fact that he had a very solid body that had been certified by Mi Dong, Chang Lou's brain would definitely have burst out.

He passed out, and the faintly discernible Chang Lou saw Wang Zhong leap towards him, leaping high into the air like a bolt of earthen yellow lightning.

"Scram!" Mi Dong arrived in time and sent Wang Zhong flying with a slap, helping to get Chang Lou up.

"Old Dong! Don't worry about me for now, hurry up and bring that guy along and run! " Chang Lou opened her blurry eyes and pointed to the year. What had happened had already happened, and the Chang Clan was destined to decline. If they could protect one, then so be it.

"Don't say anything!" Mi Dong signalled to Chang Lou not to speak, then asked another question, "Who is he?"

Chang Lou didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "My brother!" Chang Lou didn't know whether to laugh or cry at having such an old brother in his dreams. She was happy for his straightforwardness and simplicity, but also worried for his lack of understanding of the world's affairs.

"That boy is a good man! I'll go save him! " Mi Dong used a metal chain to drag down the Chang Residence and charged forward.

Shui Hengliu had just sent that lunatic flying, and was currently protecting the princess behind him as he swallowed a pill to adjust himself, a metal chain flew over.

The cold chain shot forward like a sharp arrow, striking the surface of the water, causing his pupils to constrict. The blue water curtain was like an iron shield, blocking the front of the chain, it was extremely solid.

"Humph!" Mi Dong let out a cold snort. The cold light on the metal chain swelled up and quickly rotated, inserting itself into the 'iron shield'. With a 'clang' sound, the iron shield turned into powder.

Just as Shui Hengliu's soul was about to leave his body and flee, Mei Dong's ice chains left a mark on his forehead before he left.

"You're not my opponent!"

Looking at Mai Dong who was tied up and walking away, Shui Hengliu smiled bitterly, I admit that you are even more amazing than me? It had to be scary.

"Monster, don't go!" The elders of the Li Huo Sect who were pretending to be experts with their eyes closed suddenly opened their eyes, and four of them surrounded Mi Dong.

"Four Corners Flame Formation!" "Activate!"

The four white-bearded old men gave a loud shout and four beams of fire shot up into the sky.

Mei Dong stood in the middle of the air with an awe-inspiring presence. The fiery red magma below him was so hot that it stung the soles of his feet.

"Nine Heavens Fire Poison!"

A majestic voice rang out as the magma began to boil. Waves of scorching heat rose up into the sky, causing the temperature to skyrocket.

Mo Dong did not care about the temperature at all, he proudly shouted, "Use any other moves, I'm not afraid!"

Chang Lou scolded angrily, "Cut the sarcastic remarks, your father is about to be roasted to death! Can't you get the fire off your chain? "

Mi Dong suddenly realized that the two brothers of Chang Lou were about to turn into a pile of ice blue light and hurriedly circulated their Zhen Qi, protecting the two of them together.

"You just have to protect my brother!" Don't worry about me, I've already lived long enough, I'm going to get tired of it! "

Sensing the heat of his rage, Chang Lou spat out a mouthful of hot turbid air and suggested to Mei Dong.

"Scram!" Don't insult me! "

Chang Lou's words caused Mi Dong to instantly return to the gloomy and quiet cave. At that time, every night at dusk, he would be the happiest. There was a person who would carry some meat and wine to drink with him. It was unknown how long that person had been here. When he was a child, he had been left here by that person in the dark cave for who knows how many years, talking to bugs every day, accompanying the wall, taught him how to speak, how to read, and how to relieve his boredom.

If not for that fellow, he would have long stood at the pinnacle of the world.

Thinking up to this point, Mei Dong let out a furious roar. He was truly infuriated, a rage that he had never felt before.