Chapter 118: Reversal

Gu Fei blinked away and the battle did not break out. Chu Tian's tense nerves instantly relaxed, making him feel a sense of collapse. At this time, he realized that his clothes had already been drenched with cold sweat.
The feeling that Gu Fei gave him was really terrifying, like a like a devil, killing decisively, and in a short time, he killed more than a dozen guards with the momentum of thunder.
Seeing the mess in front of him, bursts of pungent blood rushed into his nose, Chu Tian's face was still extremely pale, and his heart could not be calm for a long time.
He had no doubt that Gu Fei had shown his mortal heart against him just now. If this Mr. Ning were not present, he would have hated it.
If he was really killed by Gu Fei, then he would be wronged by Chu Tian.
The guards killed by Gu Fei were extremely miserable, all of them were broken and broken, flesh and blood became mud, and their bodies were not human. These well-trained guards were nothing but ants in front of Gu Fei.
"Who is this person, why did you get into such a powerful person!" Mr. Na Ning waved his sleeves and put the chessboard floating in front of him into the big sleeves.
"His name is Gu Fei, and he is an ascetic, but his identity should not be simple. The Dongfang Dragon and Beitangao seem to be very jealous of him, and they want to get rid of him by the following poisonous and despicable means." Chu Tian Without hiding anything, he told Mr. Naning the ins and outs of the matter.
"Dongqi Dongfang family, Nanyan Beitang family, when have these two cultivating families come together? Strange! Who can make these two families jealous?" Yufan lightly shook, this one heard what Chu Tian said. Mr. Ning couldn't help frowning.
And at this time, on this ancient road leading to the Dragon Imperial City, about thirty miles ahead of the camp of the Rising Sun Caravan, a camp was also stationed.
This camp is larger and more crowded than the camp of the Rising Sun Caravan. However, at this time, the camp was brightly lit and noisy.
A group of people in black are in front of the camp, confronting hundreds of Tsing Yi guards. The headed person is a tall young man in black clothes and a white-faced middle-aged man in black clothes.
Although the young man looks handsome and looks like a cold star, he doesn't seem to have anything special, but the middle-aged man in black gives people a very strange feeling, especially his eyes are very deep and transparent. Feeling cold.
"Stop talking nonsense, hand over that thing quickly, or else...huh!" The black-clothed youth unkindly looked at the white-clothed young man standing in front of hundreds of guards, and the corners of his mouth raised. A wicked smile.
This young man was the mysterious man who attacked and killed Gu Fei twice.
"Beitang proud, if you are interested, just leave it quickly, and offend our Ling family, it won't do you any good to the Beitang family!" Next to the handsome white-robed man, stood an old man in a green coat. It was this old man who said these words.
"Li Zhong, your surname is not Ling. If you are willing to hand over the thing on your body, I might consider letting you live." The black-clothed middle-aged man suddenly took a step, impatiently at that The old man said.
The body of the black-clothed middle-aged man is full of dangerous aura, and an extremely cryptic force surges in his body. He is like a fierce beast lurking in the dense forest and hunting. It will send a fatal blow to the prey passing by. hit.
And the prey of the middle-aged people is undoubtedly the people of the Haotian Ling family ahead.
The handsome young man was Ling Luoyan who was disguised as a man, while the old man in the green coat and coat was the loyal uncle.
More than a hundred miles away in front of the ancient road was the Dragon Emperor City, but Ling Luoyan and others had never expected that their caravan actually met the people of the Beitang family outside the Dragon Emperor City.
Seeing Beitang's arrogant and unscrupulous gaze walking around his body, Ling Luoyan's face was pale, holding a long sword at his waist, wishing to rush forward to dig out Beitangao's eyes to feed the wild dogs.
This person is really hateful, as Ling Luoyan is the jewel in the palm of the Ling family's Patriarch, no one has ever dared to look at her with such naked eyes. The proud look in Beitang's eyes made her very disgusted.
"I don't know what you are talking about. I don't have what you want." Uncle Zhong's old words contained a certain determination. He looked directly at the middle-aged man in black, showing a rainbow-like aura. , And tit-for-tat the formidable enemy.
Although the person is old, the heart to fight is not old. As a warrior, Uncle Zhong has shown a kind of fearless spirit. Although the enemy is strong, he will never hesitate when fighting.
"Don't you know? I think you are pretending to be crazy and stupid!" Beitang, the young man in black, looked at Uncle Zhong proudly, and said coldly.
"Since you don't want to hand it over by yourself, I have to take it myself!" The middle-aged man said with a cold face, took a step forward, and wanted to shoot at Uncle Zhong.
"Clang!"
Hundreds of Tsing Yi guards immediately unsheathed their weapons and pointed forward. The Tsing Yi guards of the Haotian Caravan were well-trained and their movements were neat and uniform, and a tragic breath immediately spread.
Obviously, these guards are real samurai who have seen blood on the battlefield and killed people. The evil spirits of hundreds of people gathered together, and even a young powerhouse like Beitangao couldn't help but move.
"No matter how many people are there? In my eyes it is just a bunch of ants!" The middle-aged man glanced at the hundreds of Tsing Yi guards in front of him, and said calmly. Energy fluctuations spread out from the middle-aged person.
He is not arrogant, he is not ranting, this middle-aged man definitely has the strength to sweep hundreds of Tsing Yiwei.
Uncle Zhong's face was as gray as death, and he knew that tonight might be a bad luck. This middle-aged man is definitely a rare master in Beitang's family, and he is not his opponent.
The Beitang family is one of the best cultivating families in the Yan Kingdom. It has a long history. No one knows what kind of background this family has. All I know is that this family is definitely not simple, it can not be obscured in history, and it has been passed down. Such a family of cultivation must have its advantages.
"Uncle, why do you need to kill these people yourself? Or my nephew will let go of these ants!" Beitang said disdainfully. He didn't pay attention to the people of the Haotian Business Group at all.
"Okay! Bring things here quickly, I don't want to have many nights and dreams!" The middle-aged man nodded and stepped back. This place is not far from the Dragon Imperial City, if it attracts the attention of other experts, it will not be good.
"Huh! Take it to death!" Beitang proudly stepped forward and stretched out his right hand. With a sound of "canopy!", blue light appeared in his palm, and a large canopy of blue silk threads suddenly shot out from his palm, like countless strings. Like tentacles, entangled towards that Zhong Uncle.
It is not a real silk thread, but an energy thread condensed with energy. This is a kind of magical power that Beitangao has mastered, a very powerful magical power, the cyan energy thread can cut everything.
"Xiaocui, Xiaoyue, protect the son and retreat!" Uncle Zhong shouted in a deep voice, then took a step forward, and the long sword in his hand vibrated, "Om!" A sword sounded like a dragon, and the splendid sword light suddenly appeared. .
But seeing the bright sword light, it rushed up like a silver dragon, and greeted the entangling green silk. Unparalleled sword aura continuously shot out, slashing the thousands of green silks.
Then, Uncle Zhong rose into the air, spinning around in the air, swinging his long sword, the tip of the sword turned into a little bit of cold star, and fell from the sky, covering the Beitang proud below under the endless starlight, sealing all his retreats. .
Uncle Zhong's sword moves are very magical.
"Hey!" A wicked smile appeared on Beitang's proud face, "Reverse the universe!" With a soft drink, a wave of strange energy fluctuations suddenly emerged from Beitang's proud hands.
In an instant, Uncle Zhong felt a sensation of turning the sky and the earth, as if the heavens and the earth were turned upside down, the next moment, a scene of horror appeared before his eyes.
The endless starlight sword aura he played was actually reversed, and the bit of cold star transformed by the sword tip seemed to penetrate the void, making a sharp "chichi!" Not trivial.