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Chapter 245

Steward Zhou's consciousness gradually blurred, and he never thought of which link he made a mistake until his death.

It was Yang Guosen, an old fox, who noticed it first, and then deployed this ultimate move.

It's just that for a dead person, this was nothing more than his obsession before his consciousness dissipated, and soon the endless darkness swallowed Butler Zhou's sea of ​​consciousness.

What was left on the Ten Thousand Worlds and Kyushu was just another cold corpse, and He San and a group of swordsmen quietly walked into the small fishing village on Steward Zhou's corpse.

Their purpose was not to take advantage of Xu Ming's lack of time to take care of these people's lives and slaughter the village. On the contrary, these ordinary people who were originally regarded as ants in Yang Guosen's eyes now became his best amulets.

"You and other subordinates have to be quicker to me. If you encounter resistance, try not to hurt your life, otherwise the master will not be able to explain it."

"Yes"

However, on the other side, the confrontation between Xu Ming and Song Baichuan had just begun.

Song Baichuan passed down the exercises from the Black Dragon Mountain, the black-level Buddha's moves are open and closed, and his body has been tempered to the extreme by the black dragon's phantom.It seems to have become his ultimate counterattack trick, between fists roaring, bursts of dragon chant followed.

Xu Ming, on the other hand, still sees his tricks and breaks his tricks.The black hatchet at his waist was still hanging in the cowhide scabbard.

The momentum of the two ebbed and flowed during the fight, but in the eyes of others, it was always Song Baichuan who firmly held the top spot.

The muffled sound of bang bang was one after another between the two men's fist-to-hand fights, but Song Baichuan, who was already becoming more and more crazy, found that he could not break through the defense of the mysterious man in front of him.

Every time he thought that his head would be taken in the next second, but at the moment of hesitation, he was quietly turned into invisible by the strength of his fist.

The mystery contained in it cannot be explained in a sentence or two.

But Song Baichuan couldn't help beating a drum in his heart for a while,

"Could it be that this person really can't hide his secrets?"

However, in the fight between masters, a momentary distraction is often the result of a thousand miles away.

Xu Ming used blood to kill the disciples outside the hall in the shadows, licking blood on the tip of the knife.

He didn't know this flashing opportunity, and saw him throw out a straightforward punch as always, but the punch power contained in it was something Song Baichuan didn't expect.

Under the burst of fist strength, ear-piercing sonic booms overlapped.

puff! !

Song Baichuan never expected that his fist contained such terrifying vigor, and he was caught off guard and was forced to bleed out a mouthful of dark red blood.

The zhenqi that had been hanging in his chest dissipated suddenly, and once a flaw appeared, it would be like an ant's nest bursting a bank, one wrong step at a time.

Xu Ming's fist hit Song Baichuan's body like raindrops, and the extreme force of his fist shattered more than a dozen acupuncture points on his body in an instant.

The acupoints were destroyed, the meridians flowed backwards, and the rather pure aura in his dantian had no suitable channels for operation.

A series of reverse blood spewed out, and the aura that was originally soaring to the sky suddenly dissipated.

It was so fast that the army was defeated like a mountain, and everyone could see the unconcealable disappointment on Yang Guosen's face in the distance.

Lost!After all, it was defeated! !
Unexpectedly, this so-called senior brother of his daughter turned out to be a ostentation.

The alchemy state is perfect, and the origin of Black Dragon Mountain is nothing but floating clouds, completely floating clouds.

Even though Yang Guosen has been heavily influenced by literature and ink, he still wants to scold his mother angrily at this moment.

Song Baichuan was half kneeling on the ground at this moment, with bright red blood pouring out of his mouth uncontrollably.

The teeth that were fair before were now covered by a patch of blood red.

The so-called black-level Buddha turned into a paper tiger in front of the fist of the mysterious man in front of him.

He clearly felt that this person didn't use half of his understanding of the Tao, but relied entirely on his muscle memory and the tyranny of his body, he hurt himself like this with a light smile, and even took his life.

This kind of shame and humiliation almost made Song Baichuan lose his mind, but this person destroyed several fatal acupoints all over his body in an extremely vicious way.

Let the aura flow in his body be disrupted, and if he wants to move forward and make a move at this moment, he will naturally end up exploding and dying.

Song Baichuan was not stupid, he would not lose his life in vain because of impulsiveness.

Just because he is not stupid does not mean that others are not stupid.

Just when he was thinking about how to be thorough, the sound of rustling footsteps came from far and near.

Seeing this, Yang Guosen had a sinister smile on his face.

Just as he expected, the people in the small fishing village were all forced to come here under the coercion of a group of knives and axes.

Under the intimidation of a group of bright and cold swords and axes, everyone's face is not only panic, but also a desire for life.

Yue'er's family was also in the team, and their big flickering eyes were particularly eye-catching in the cold night.

Xu Ming turned his head to look at the people in the fishing village who looked like fish and meat, and the slight waves in his heart pointed directly at Yang Guosen in the distance.

"Dad, Mom, I'm afraid."

There were tears in Yue'er's big eyes, but she didn't dare to shed any.

"Don't be afraid, Yue'er is not afraid, we will be fine."

A woman whose face has been polished by wind and frost, tried her best to comfort her daughter's restless heart with a soft voice.

"Fellow Daoist, I know that you care about the lives of these ants very much, but right now their lives seem to be in my hands."

Song Baichuan took this opportunity to quietly cross his legs to heal his injuries, but in his heart he cursed Yang Guosen as an idiot.

Trying in vain to threaten a cultivator who is comparable to the Great Consummation of the Alchemy Realm with the lives of ordinary people, I don't know if he is thinking too well, or he has really lost his mind.

From Song Baichuan's point of view, as long as the mysterious person in front of him is willing, he can kill ordinary people like them without any cultivation in a few breaths.

Wanting to use such a clumsy trick against a cultivator is simply a dream.

But Yang Guosen didn't think so. He looked at Xu Ming wearing an oil paint mask with his sharp eyes like a falcon and said slowly.

"I know your Excellency's ability, but even if you can kill all of us in an instant, you can't get them all."

"You can tell by looking between their brows."

Xu Ming turned his head to look at the eyebrows of Yue'er and the others. It turned out that there was really a ray of black air between their eyebrows like a dragon swimming up and down.

"It's easy to kill me, but you can't save them"

After Yang Guosen said a word, it seemed that he had the chance to win.

And the people in the fishing village were also driven to a place not far from Xu Ming. Yang Guosen thought that as long as he held the lives of these people in his hands, he would have a bargaining chip with Xu Ming.

But he was wrong, and he was very wrong.

(End of this chapter)