Da Bong fights more people

Four warriors, and a monster of unknown origin, fought in the desolate city, and wherever they went, they were turned into ruins.

The air engines exploded in groups, setting off a terrible hurricane that swept across several miles.

The white-clothed warlock kept a close relationship with them. In close combat, Wu Fu was a well-deserved invincible in the same realm.

The warlock's battle is naturally more elegant and strong. The white-clothed warlock stepped on the ground and said loudly: "The ground is murderous!"

Formation patterns spread from the soles of his feet, enveloping the fighting warriors.The already devastated ground suddenly shook, condensing into a terrifying momentum.

The white-clothed warlock stepped on the ground again: "Heaven's killing intent!"

Suddenly, dark clouds billowed in the night sky, lightning snakes froze, and thunder condensed.

"Human hair murder!"

Following the words of the white-clothed warlock, the power of the sky, the terrain, and the people condensed into one, rushing towards the man in black.

Let him fall into a situation where the whole world is an enemy.

The hideous and frightening right arm seemed to be stimulated and revived on its own initiative. An indescribably terrifying coercion erupted, and the prominent blood vessels suddenly lit up.

The handsome and evil monk clenched his fists with a grin.

The explosion of the bomber swallowed everything.

Chapter 1 The Depressed Golden Gongs

The shock wave turned into a frenzy, spreading in ripples, kicking up dust and gravel, destroying houses in the distance, and silently annihilating many lives.

Amidst the muffled groans, the four golden gongs each adopted different defensive methods, borrowed their strength, and drifted to the distance, not daring to be in the center of the explosion.

When everything calmed down and the figure of the black-robed man had long since disappeared, the four Jin Luo breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but burst into anger.

"What's the origin of this guy? I mean that arm." The warlock in white suddenly appeared, his back turned to everyone.

"Arm?" asked back with the golden gong of the sword.

"According to my observation, that arm doesn't belong to him. I've only seen it in my life because of its terrifying demonic energy," said the white-clothed warlock.

Jiang Lvzhong stared at the back of the warlock in white: "Yang Qianhuan, your eyes are on the back?"

The white-clothed warlock named Yang Qianhuan said: "Before he left, I took a peek back."

"" Jiang Lvzhong said helplessly: "Can you turn around and talk carefully, you were not like this before."

"Let me refuse. Mr. Yang does things as he pleases and doesn't care about anyone's opinion." After he finished speaking, he explained:

"I have carefully observed Teacher Jianzheng and Wei Yuan, haven't you noticed that one of them always likes to stand in the observation hall with their backs to you; the other always likes to sit on the gossip table with their backs to us.

"And we will feel that Wei Yuan and the teacher are very superior."

The four golden gongs felt like vomiting in their brains, but they couldn't.

Jiang Lvzhong shook his head and returned to the topic: "So, according to the current information, that hand is the sealed item under Sangbo."

Yang Qianhuan, the sealed object under Sangbo, frowned. He just returned to Beijing the day before yesterday, and today he came here on behalf of Si Tianjian to help encircle and suppress a lunatic.

He also knew that the Shanhe Temple in Yongzhen was bombed a while ago, but he didn't pay much attention to it. As we all know, as long as a warlock has a pharmacy and an alchemy laboratory and delivers meals on time, he can stay away for ten years.

"That monk is probably Heng Hui." Jin Gong with a sword said.

Listening to the gold gongs chatting with each other, Yang Qianhuan was more and more curious with a question mark on his head.

"If we can catch him, we will know the whereabouts of Princess Pingyang." Jiang Lvzhong said.

Princess Pingyang?The princess of Pingyang who disappeared more than a year ago?Yang Qianhuan remembered that when the princess disappeared, the warlocks of Si Tianjian were almost out in force, causing a lot of commotion.

Hearing this, he couldn't bear it anymore, turned his back and asked:

"It's only been a few days since the Sangbo case happened, and your watchmen have investigated the case so clearly? Wait, why didn't I hear about the disciples of Si Tianjian? Don't tell me that you didn't ask them to assist in handling the case. You watchmen People are not so good at handling cases."

This high-quality warlock is full of fog.

Logically speaking, for such a big case as Sangbo, it is impossible for the sorcerer of Sitianjian not to tell him. After all, Sitianjian often assists the court in handling cases, and internal exchange of information is common.

But Yang Qianhuan had never heard of Henghui, Princess Pingyang and other information.

Yang Yan opened his mouth in a rare way, and said: "Our watchmen didn't even use the golden gong, and the one who handles the case is a mediocre Tonggong."

What does this have to do with you, your tone is so smug Yang Qianhuan didn't turn around, slandered in his heart, and asked back: "Tonggong? Tell me about it."

"You should know this Tonggong, um, because he is very famous in Sitianjian." Jiang Lvzhong remembered the rumors about Xu Qi'an, and knew that he once gave lectures to white-clothed warlocks in Sitianjian. "His name is Xu Qian."

"Xu Qi'an?!" Yang Qianhuan's voice rose a little.

He knew about Xu Qi'an, he had known about him since he had just returned to Sitianjian, and he actually gave lectures to his juniors, he was really too showy, he was a formidable enemy.

Unexpectedly, he was also responsible for the Sangbo case. He seems to have done a good job, and he is a strong opponent who is in the limelight.

"What's the origin of that arm?" Nangong Qianrou said bitterly.

"I don't know, but its owner is definitely above the second rank. I don't know much about the martial arts system. Of course, I don't bother to understand it." Yang Qianhuan's tone was deep, like an invincible and lonely swordsman.

This person has been away from Beijing for several months, and his condition has become more and more serious. Jin Luo thought to himself.

After yesterday's exhaustion, Xu Qi'an, who was slightly injured, overslept, and it was already dawn when he got up.

Maoshi must have passed, anyway, I was late, so I was not in a hurry, dressed and washed slowly, climbed over the wall and went to the main house to have breakfast.

From far away, I could hear a gluttonous child crying loudly, the cry was full of anger, like the roar of a hungry dragon.

Entering the front hall, the second uncle had already gone to work, and the aunt and Lingyue who got up late were eating breakfast. Xu Lingyin put her hands behind her back and leaned forward, attacking her mother with sound waves.

The aunt with a beautiful face but a dignified temperament frowned her eyebrows and lowered her head to eat in silence.

Lu'e comforted Xiao Douding by the side.

"What's the matter?" Xu Qi'an came in with a smile.

Xu Lingyue's eyes lit up, she turned her head and said excitedly, "Brother is taking a rest today?"

"I overslept," Xu Qi'an said ashamedly.

"Big brother, big brother," Xu Lingyin ran over on her short legs, grabbed Xu Qi'an's clothes with one small hand, and pointed at her mother and sister with the other little finger, and said indignantly, "They robbed my chicken legs, they even robbed children's chicken legs! Aww"

so excessive?Xu Qi'an looked at his aunt and sister.

Aunt snorted coquettishly, too lazy to explain.