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Two figures stood in the center of the storm.

Even so, everyone was still surprised.

Yao Zhenghong's clothes were ragged, and the previously intact clothes were torn into strips and strands, and there were countless holes.

If it wasn't for his tender and fair skin, it could be said that he was an old beggar who had been begging for decades.

"Brother Zhenghong, why did you look like this?" A middle-aged man who had a good relationship with Yao Zhenghong seemed very anxious.

Yao Zhenghong seemed to be dumbfounded, standing where he was, motionless.

The middle-aged man took two steps forward, ready to see if something really happened to Yao Zhenghong.

"Don't worry, he won't die yet." Cangming said coldly.

"Brother Cangming, what time is this, are you still joking?" The middle-aged man was anxious.

Yao Zhenghong is the youngest son of Master Yao Shengqi, and he has a high status in the world.

Others can take it easy, but he can't.

Apart from others, Cangming alone is beyond comparison with his status.

Not only is he powerful, but he is also a big brother of the ancient martial arts sect. In the sect, there are more than a dozen martial arts emperors alone.

Whoever dares to challenge Cangming is to challenge a dozen martial arts emperors.

Not to mention the masters behind Cangming, their methods are even more sophisticated.

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, Cangming didn't even look at him, closed his mouth, and just looked at Yao Zhenghong.

Immediately, the middle-aged man flew to Yao Zhenghong's side and carefully checked Yao Zhenghong's injuries.

The epidermis was not damaged, but Yao Zhenghong's aura was very weak, like a candle that was about to go out.

"Master Zhenghong, are you alright?"

"You can't be in trouble. If something happens to you, your elder brother and the others must not swallow me alive."

Just as he was crying, a terrifying attack suddenly struck.

"Little thief, how dare you?" Gu Wuya roared, trying to block the attack.

But it was too late.

Zheng Hongjian attacked the man like a frightened dragon swimming around.

In just an instant, the man's chest was pierced and he fell to the ground.

When Gu Wuya arrived, Wang Yi had already jumped several times and hid aside.

Wang Yi looked at the Zhenghong sword in his hand, quite satisfied.

The sharpness is exposed, the cold light suddenly appears, and the sword is very eye-catching when it is out of the sheath.

"It really is a good sword!"

He activated the Zhenghong sword with a foundation-building fourth-level cultivation base, and there was not a single crack in the sword body.

Very good, Wang Yi is very satisfied.

"Do you know who owns the sword in your hand?" Gu Wuya yelled at Wang Yi.

"Whose one? I don't know who it was originally, but now it's in my hands, so it's mine." Wang Yi held his sword and pointed at Gu Wuya obliquely.

Suddenly he shouted to Gu Wuya in a cold voice: "Give me back the Tuntian Seal, otherwise, I want you to know that this sword is powerful."

For Zhenghongjian, everyone's heart shuddered.

The Zhenghong Sword is too powerful, and the weapons made by ordinary casting masters can't hold a candle to it at all.

There is even a world of difference.

"Hmph, you hurt Mr. Zhenghong first, and now you took away the sword of Zhenghong. The Yao family, the most famous casting family in Jianghu, was completely offended by you." The old man in white robe looked at Wang Yi arrogantly, His expression was indifferent and extremely intimidating.

It can be seen that this old man in white robe is very likely to be a teacher, because teachers often look at poor students with this look.

Wang Yi moved his body, jumped onto the trunk of a towering tree, sat on it, and watched the movements of the people below while recovering.

Excluding Yao Zhenghong and the man who had been killed, there were six more people.

Among these six people, there are also five masters who are at the peak of martial arts emperors.

It's still hard to get rid of them.

Among them, Gu Wuya is the most familiar with Wang Yi, so he cannot be allowed to attack from behind.

The man with the knife looks very powerful and has a more powerful aura, so you must avoid his edge.

As for the old man in white robe and the man in black robe, they would fight if they could, and retreat if they couldn't.

After planning how to fight, Wang Yi faced Gu Wuya directly.

"Reverend Wu Ya, I really underestimated you. Judging by your sanctimonious appearance, I'm afraid you have betrayed others in your life."

Wang Yi jumped off the tree trunk and landed on a rock less than ten meters away from Gu Wuya, watching them from afar.

"You said before that the leader of the Martial League is your brother, but why didn't you serve in the Martial League?"

"I think, many years ago, you betrayed the lord, that's why you were expelled from the Martial League and became a real Wuya who was idle in the world."

"In my opinion, your word for no crow should be changed to the word for crow, which is most appropriate."

"The real crow is black from the outside to the inside."

In a few words, Wang Yi brought up Gu Wuya's past.

Hearing these words, Gu Wuya's face turned black into coal. After looking around and finding no one else looked at him differently, his heart calmed down a little.

"So what can you say? You have to figure it out, we are encircling you now, as long as you die, it is our victory."

"As for what you said, other people will judge. Anyway, you can't see my consequences."

Wang Yi never thought that Gu Wuya's face was so thick that he felt ashamed of it.

"Just do it!" Cang Ming suddenly took advantage of the gap in Gu Wuya's thinking, and said a word.

Before Gu Wuya could answer, Cangming's figure had already appeared five meters in front of Wang Yi.

Then there was the cold Tang Dao that appeared.

This Tang knife was made by Master Yao Shengqi.

Tang Dao is more domineering and fierce than Zheng Hongjian.

And it was in Cang Ming's hands.

In the past hundred years, the Canghai sword technique has been used across the rivers and lakes, and there are few opponents.

More than 30 years ago, after the Canghai knife technique was passed on to Cangming, the original owner disappeared and never appeared in the world again.

Tang Dao chopped out.

In the col, the sound of waves suddenly appeared.

The sea wind howled, and the waves were monstrous.

It seems to see a sea, which is pouring backwards.

The power is fierce.

But in Wang Yi's eyes, he was like an egg, looking at a huge stone, which was thrown towards him.