Chapter 1193: Many Experts

Half an hour later, the carriage was hundreds of miles away from the royal city.

The group of people who were quietly following them appeared again, but the total number reached more than 50, including the nine people who were repelled by Tian Lao in the outer city before.

Moreover, among the more than 50 people, there are three masters in the middle stage of distraction.

"Song Yan, hand over the Mohei sword and the storage spirit ring on your body, and I will spare you!" one of them shouted in the middle of distraction, with a smile on his face, as if he was sure of Song Yan.

"You guys dare to threaten my young master?" Tian Lao sneered disdainfully.

The mid-stage distracted man smiled dismissively: "Don't talk too much about the old saying, you are good at the late stage of distracted, but we have fifty-six people here, all of them are at the level of distracted, can you fight dozens of them? Ten? Or twenty? Why don't you vote for us, and share the benefits with you?"

Another voice from the middle stage of Mingshen followed closely: "Heavenly old, a good bird chooses a tree to live in. This Song Yan is too arrogant. He is doomed to end well since he appeared in the king's city. Why do you hang yourself on a tree?" Woolen cloth?"

With my old knowledge, I can't see that one of these two is singing bad faces and the other is singing bad faces. It's a pity that this group of people is nothing more than poor cannon fodder, because they are all sent to play forwards Poor thing.

Thinking of this, he said lightly: "If you want to do it, do it as soon as possible, and don't delay my young master's schedule."

"Heaven, why are you doing this?" the distracted mid-term, who was famous for singing the white face, wanted to persuade him.

"Stop talking nonsense and accept the move!"

As soon as the words fell, Tian Lao suddenly flew out, and at the same time, he punched three Heaven-Hentian Fist to envelop the three mid-stages of distraction at the same time.

Hentianquan was passed down by Song Yan, and it is a very powerful boxing technique. After only practicing for a period of time, Tianlao can display twice his own strength.

"Arrogance!"

"I really thought you were invincible!"

"Hmph, today I, Mr. Wu, are going to kill the later stages of distraction!"

Facing Tian Lao's active attack, the three distracted mid-terms were enraged, and the one who sang the black face appeared a long sword in his hand, and flew out to meet Tian Lao's fist.

The golden sword energy was unparalleled, with a sense of tearing, and it collided with Tian Lao's fist in an instant.

The one who sang the white face sacrificed a fifth-grade spiritual weapon flying sword. With his sword art, the flying sword suddenly expanded dozens of times and turned into a green giant sword. The old man hit his head.

The last one was in the midst of being distracted, but quickly pinched the magic formula, and then, illusory ghosts appeared in the sky and the earth, and they rushed towards the old man crying and howling.

Facing the attacks of the three, Tian Lao flashed a trace of disdain in his eyes, and said loudly: "I can break all the magic in the world with one punch!"

Boo! Boo! Boo!

One punch shattered the golden sword energy, the other punch directly knocked the green sword into the air, and the third punch sent out, shaking the void, and countless ghosts close to Tian Lao were all shaken into black smoke and dissipated in the void .

At the same time, Tianlao took a step in the void, made a seal in his hand, and threw three punches again.

hum! hum! hum!

There was boundless power in his fist, and there was a continuous stream of hatred in it. Being captured by this hatred, the three of them felt unsteady for a while.

At this moment, the fist fell, and the three of them vomited blood and flew backwards.

"Native chicken tile dog, vulnerable!"

Seeing this, Tianlao smiled contemptuously, pinched a seal again and blasted away at the three of them.

"Hate the sky! Hate the earth! Hate myself!"

While the old man was drinking lightly, a wave of will also spread and seemed to envelop the three of them. The three of them who were about to escape suddenly froze in place like puppets.

Seeing that the three distracted mid-stages were about to die in the hands of Tian Lao, suddenly, a young man in black robe appeared between them, holding a black long spear in his hand, his eyebrows were like stars and his eyes were like lightning, and with a flick of his wrist, the spear in his hand melted For the shadows of guns all over the sky, they stabbed at Tianlao with a bang.

"Boom...!"

Tianlao frowned, changed his attack target, and collided with the spear shadows all over the sky. Then, he stepped back in mid-air, while the young man in black retreated tens of meters before he could barely stop his figure.

And the three distracted people who escaped the catastrophe all showed lingering fear, and when they looked at Tian Lao, there was a layer of fear in their eyes.

"Who are you?" Tianlao stared at the black-robed youth vigilantly.

"I'm here to take Song Yan's dog's life!"

While speaking, the black-robed youth charged at Tianlao with his gun again, and at the same time shouted: "Go and kill that boy Song Yan, I won't take anything from him, only his head!"

Reminded by the young man in black, the three distracted mid-stages woke up like a dream, and rushed towards the carriage.

But the strange thing is that Tian Lao didn't show the slightest nervousness.

"Die to me!"

The one who sang the bad face before once again raised his emerald green sword and slashed at the carriage.

At this moment, a big black handprint appeared, easily knocking the green giant sword into the air.

Then, an old man stepped out of the carriage calmly.

"If you want to hurt Mr. Song, you have to pass the old man first!"

While speaking, the old man floated out and took the initiative to attack the three mid-stage distractions.

Although the strength of this old man is not as good as that of Tian Lao, the three distracted people were also injured by Tian Lao in the middle stage. Therefore, they were killed and retreated steadily for a while.

"Are you bastards here for the show? Hurry up!"

The one who sang the black face resisted hard, while shouting at the other fifty-three distracted early stage.

"Attack with magic weapon!"

After a woman shouted, she sacrificed her magic weapon and rushed towards the carriage. Others also sacrificed their magic weapon and rushed towards the carriage. ,

"snort!"

At this moment, a cold snort came out, and the three old men stepped out of the carriage, waved their palms one after another, and easily knocked away the magic weapons one by one.

"Nimma, why are there three distraction late stages?"

Seeing this scene, the fifty or so people who were initially distracted were dumbfounded.

Fortunately, there are many of them, otherwise, they would have turned around and fled away.

Tens of miles away, there is a small hill. Three people stand on the top of the hill. The leader is a handsome young man in black in his twenties. There is a flame mark between his eyebrows. If Song Yan is here, he will recognize him. It turns out that he is Tuobafeng, the god son of the Vulcan Sect. Standing behind Tuobafeng are two middle-aged men, both of whom have late-stage distraction cultivation. At this moment, they are watching the battlefield from a distance.

"Unexpectedly, there are five late-stage distractions around the surname Song!" A big man said.

Tuobafeng smiled coldly, his eyes slowly swept around, and said lightly: "Even if there are twice as many distracted late stages around him, he is doomed today!"

Thinking of Tuoba Xian'er who was suffering in Wanyou Valley, his two rows of teeth were clenched tightly together, and there was a cold murderous intent in his eyes looking at the carriage.

Similarly, in the northwest direction of the battlefield, there are seven people, officially from the seven leaders of the Tiandao League.

At the same time, in the southeast direction, there was a one-armed old man. Behind him stood five middle-aged men respectfully. The one-armed old man was called One-armed Sanren. All five are his adopted sons.

In addition, in the other five or six directions, there are also masters from all walks of life standing. If you count them down, there are more than 30 people in the late stage of distraction who did not show up, and there are more than 20 people in the middle stage of distraction.