Li Xiaoyao stood in the distance, unaffected by the dazzling light.

He clearly saw that the dazzling light rolled up a figure and shot straight out of the coffin, and the dazzling and fierce light stabbed straight into the chest of the middle-aged scribe.

It all happened so suddenly that the crowd hadn't reacted yet.

But when he saw that the Zhang family leader who was sitting on the front of the carriage screamed violently, his body jumped up like a cheetah, and swept a strong wind towards the back of the middle-aged scribe.

At this time, Zhang Lanzhi was still the cowardly person who was bullied to the point that he didn't dare to speak up, it turned out that he hid all his grievances and bore all the shame. It was waiting for this moment, waiting for the man hiding in that coffin, the fatal blow.

The middle-aged scribe was slightly stunned, and the fierce aura in front of him had already shot towards his chest with a piercing sound of breaking the air.

Behind him was a momentum like a tiger descending from a mountain, as fast as a fright, with a thunderous roar striking at his back.

What a brilliant arrangement, what a perfect assassination.

What I didn't expect was that Zhang Lanzhi showed weakness at the beginning and did not make any strong resistance, after all, the other party was too strong. So much so that the other party destroyed the canopy carriage, they still showed a look of indignation, but still did not take any action, until this moment, when the middle-aged scribe slapped the lid of the coffin, they broke out and attacked.

Li Xiaoyao couldn't help but be surprised by the hidden strength of the Zhang family, he clearly felt that the figure shot out of the coffin was as silent as stale, but this did not mean that the other party had no cultivation, on the contrary, it was a performance of returning to the basics. And the Zhang family's proposition Lan Zhi was also looked away by him, he thought that the other party was just an ordinary family master.

Unexpectedly, today he was an eye-opener, and he still underestimated the strange people in this world.

The middle-aged scribe was only stunned for a moment, and immediately recovered.

The dazzling light came in an instant, but it was an extremely sharp long sword, and the long sword slashed through the breath outside the sword body with a bloodthirsty intent, with a sharp sizzling sound.

At this flash of light, the middle-aged scribe flicked his sleeves, stretched out his right hand, and his slender five fingers turned into big claws and grabbed at the sharp long sword.

Immediately after that, he didn't look back, and his left hand turned into a palm to meet the fists that Zhang Lanzhi attacked, as if he had eyes behind him.

There was a playful smile on the face of the man holding the sword, how could the flesh and blood palm of the other party compare to his sword with broken hair.

The long sword like a spring water stabbed straight forward without the slightest pause, and at this time, the middle-aged scribe's right hand had already grasped the long sword tightly.

A piercing and sharp sound suddenly sounded from the moment the sword hand touched.

The flesh-and-blood palm sparked with the sharp sword made of steel, and the sound of sizzling lingered for a long time.

"Bang, bang" twice, the middle-aged scribe's left palm blocked Zhang Lanzhi's fists, and he just blocked the fists that attacked behind him with just one palm.

Zhang Lanzhi stepped back a few steps, his body shook for a while, and then he stabilized his body, and he only needed to take one more step back, and he was about to fall.

After that, there was a churn of blood in his chest, and a stream of hot blood rushed straight to his throat, and he could no longer suppress it.

With a "poof", a mouthful of blood spurted out, and at the same time, he was dizzy for a while, the gap between himself and the middle-aged scribe was too much, and the other party only slapped him in a hurry, which caused him a lot of internal injuries.

Just after the middle-aged scribe had repelled that Zhang Lan, the long sword of the man holding the sword stirred up a burst of lightning in the opponent's hand, but it still did not stop the long sword from stabbing forward.

The middle-aged scribe didn't expect the sword to be so tough and sharp, and his right hand didn't block the castration of the sword, but instead slashed his right palm.

The stabbing long sword was castrated, and a blood-red mark on his right hand almost dripped.

The middle-aged scribe could only retreat, otherwise he would be pierced through the chest by the long sword, although he had other ways to escape the stabbing long sword, but behind him there was a Zhang Lanzhi who was about to pounce again.

I saw him float strangely, and his body had already landed, just three feet away from the tattered carriage.

It all happened in a few breaths, when everyone opened their eyes and found two people standing on top of the torn carriage.

The two of them almost looked exactly the same, except that the extra one was dressed in black, and held a three-foot-long sword in his hand that shone with cold light, and the sword emitted a bloodthirsty light, and everyone's eyes shook for a while.

The horses they sat down felt the bloodthirsty breath, and they couldn't help but stir, and they were almost about to open their front hooves and rush straight forward.

They tightened the reins in their hands as they looked at the extra man. They also wondered in their hearts that the extra person was exactly the same as the head of their family. It's just that one person has a cold expression, holding a long sword and exuding a cold and piercing coldness all over his body, as if he is standing proudly in the cold wind like a killing god.

Zhang Lanzhi and the man stood side by side, looking coldly at the middle-aged scribe standing three feet away from them, and the eyes of both sides were suddenly intertwined, and a few dazzling lights burst out under the gray sky.

"You go back first, staying here will also add to the chaos." Zhang Jiazhi's advocate Lan Zhi stood in front of the carriage and waved his hand, shouting in a deep voice to the people of the Zhang family who were stunned like wooden chickens, and after speaking, he also untied the reins of the two horses tied to the front of the carriage.

The two horses neighed, opened their front hooves and galloped forward, and in an instant they were gone.

And the people who stayed behind the carriage in Zhangfu glanced at each other, and they also turned their heads one after another and drove in the direction of Zhangfu.

At this moment, all the people who should leave were gone, leaving only the little fat Taoist priest standing on the hillside, and the middle-aged scribe who stared coldly at Zhang Lanzhi and the others.

"I didn't expect that your Zhang family was very hidden, and I didn't expect to be pecked by the eagle today. If a certain family is not mistaken, this is the hidden immortal master Zhang Hanzhi of the Zhang family, the heaven-level gold medal killer in the 'Piercing Heaven Alliance'. ”

The middle-aged scribe's tone became colder and colder, but he didn't have any fear at all, just looked coldly at the two who were standing side by side again.

"It's too prestigious, but it's just that it's very upside down, I don't know if you can tell me the names of the brothers." The black-clothed Zhang Hanzhi didn't open his mouth, but his voice was so weird, sharp and piercing.

Li Xiao couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body when he heard this voice from afar, and he was sure that he could make a sound without looking at the other party's mouth. Although the voice was unpleasant and harsh, the sound of the other party came from made him not feel that he looked at the person carefully for a while.

"A certain family is just a person from the mountains and wilderness, how can the name of the rough surname be a concern, but your Zhang family has set up a plan to secretly cross Chen Cang this time, if it is not a certain family, if it is replaced by someone else, I am afraid that it has already become the soul of your Excellency's sword."

The middle-aged scribe still did not reveal his name, but praised this Zhang Jia's good strategy, but there was endless meaning in his tone, and the momentum of his whole body suddenly rose, and the breath was not only described by the word majestic, it was simply like the anger of the deep sea, rolling out.

Li was free, he knew that the other party was really angry, I am afraid that this middle-aged scribe is the first time to encounter such a calculation, how can he not be angry.

And he didn't know whether to step forward or run away at this time, after all, the momentum of the two brothers of the Zhang family was not weaker than that of the middle-aged scribe, and it should not be a problem for him to escape at this moment.

But he also wanted to find out what the man was only trying to do with himself, and the other party was also a bad lord, who seemed to be both good and evil, and it was obviously not a good thing to find himself. He is not someone else's opponent, and if this Zhang brother doesn't keep the other party after he escapes, he may have to live a life of being chased and killed by that person in the future.

Of course, he doesn't have any good feelings about the Zhang family at the moment, Zhang Hanzhi, one of the Zhang brothers, who is hiding in the coffin, is actually the killer of the "Assassination Heaven Alliance", and he is also the gold medal killer of the Heavenly Rank, which shows that the other party's status in the killer organization must not be low.

It's just that the people on these two sides are not good, Li Xiaoyao decided to stay and wait for the two of them to fight, and then he came to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Maybe this fisherman is not as good as he thinks, and neither side is a fuel-efficient lamp.

The Zhang brothers, who were standing on the carriage that had been destroyed by the middle-aged scribe, saw that the middle-aged scribe had gathered a more powerful aura, and the two of them couldn't help but show solemn eyes. The calculation just now was likely to anger the other party, so the other party knew that he didn't want what he wanted here, but he still stayed.

The middle-aged scribe just wanted to make this Zhang brother's calculation just now pay the price, although he didn't suffer any harm, but how could he, who had always been proud and conceited, let people calculate him.

The two sides gathered the momentum of their whole bodies to the best state, and looked at each other from afar.

The two powerful forces collided and turned into countless cyclones circling around them.

The gloomy sky also seemed to feel the tense atmosphere of the sword, and the dark clouds kept rolling over their heads, and the atmosphere seemed even more oppressive.

The two sides stared at each other inseparably, and their eyes did not blink.

The sky was even more gray, and the bone-chilling wind was blowing more wantonly, but when the wind passed lightly around them, it was torn apart by the whirling energy that produced after the collision, and turned into a strange sound, resounding in the sky.

The fat Taoist priest who wanted to enjoy the benefits of the fisherman also stood on the hillside where the cold wind was howling, and he did not move, and the cold north wind wantonly stroked his hair, and his chubby round face became red from nervousness.

The middle-aged scribe strode forward, his old but neat robe undulating with his steps.

With a "boom", the hairpin on top of his head was broken in two due to the momentum of the collision between the two streams, and then turned into a stray of sawdust in those cyclones.

At this time, the middle-aged scribe did not have that elegant and free temperament, but instead had a touch of bewitching weirdness, his hair flew wildly, and his delicate face showed a bewitching weirdness, and a pair of cold eyes flashed with a demon-like evil light.

He stands up to the sky, he is proud of the crowd, he is like a peerless demon king, and the demonic gaze in his eyes is getting thicker and thicker.

Although he is dressed as a scribe, his whole body exudes an aura of looking at the world, and his body seems to be constantly getting taller, which is just an illusion in the eyes of others, but that illusion is real and real in front of him.

Seeing this, Li Xiaoyao's heart felt like being pricked by a needle, and there was a sharp tingling, and he had already guessed the identity of the middle-aged scribe.

Knowing the identity of the man, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, he had to make a new plan, but could he really escape his palm.

The middle-aged scribe is the one who is both good and evil, good and evil, and acts only according to personal preferences, and the one who can't be provoked on the rivers and lakes is also the most difficult Nanshan old demon.

Li Xiaoyao had only heard of this person, but he had not really seen some people, and this person was also one of the most mysterious figures in the martial arts except for the four ancient martial arts sects. This person is arrogant and untamed, but he is also the most protective, and this person and his sons are also one of the most unprovoked forces in the rivers and lakes.

He looked at the old demon of Nanshan who was about to be angry, and his heart trembled inexplicably, and he remembered what happened in the wine shop in Nahukou County, the other party must have known that they had stayed there, and he must have determined that he and the others were the murderers of the Shura boy.

What should be done now, he was unconsciously anxious in his heart, and he couldn't retreat at this time, and he couldn't step forward.

At this time, all the energy of the old demon of Nanshan was focused on the Zhang brother opposite him, and the earth-shaking aura surged straight towards the two brothers.

He shouted, and his whole body exuded a chaotic and fierce momentum and rushed straight towards the Zhang brothers.

The Zhang brothers glanced at each other without too much expression, they had already raised their internal strength to the peak state, and they could deal with each other's attacks at any time.

And at this moment, two huge breaths rushed towards here, and those two breaths carried a thunderous momentum, from far to near, and arrived here in an instant.

And the old demon of Nanshan, who was about to attack, was the first to feel the arrival of an uninvited guest, so he restrained his posture and suspended the attack.

At the same time, the Zhang brothers felt that someone was rushing towards them, and they also waited and watched, not sure whether the person who came was friend or foe.

The two figures from far to near were wrapped in a strong and strong aura, and with a chilling cold wind, they fell two feet away from the left side of the old demon of Nanshan.

The two belated guests, the arrogant Nanshan old demon, and the Zhang brothers who were ready to go, the five of them were divided into three different camps.

At this time, where they stand, like a three-legged stand, who is the enemy, who is the friend, the enemy is the friend, the friend is the friend, the friend is the enemy.

Coupled with the little fat Taoist priest standing on the hillside who wants to enjoy the benefits of the fisherman, the situation here is getting more and more weird.