Chapter 63: Five Elements Stone Plate

"bump!"
An old man in blood-red clothes suddenly fell on the road in front of him.
"Ahem."
The old man raised his head, looking pale among the trees on the road beside him, his face full of despair.
"Devil Blue Dragon, if you can't run away, hand it over immediately, and I will leave you a whole body!"
An angry shout came, followed by Wang Xian seeing seven or eight people approaching here.
They are like martial arts masters on TV, leaping gently, stepping on the branches, and falling in front of the road.
The eight dressed in uniform black costumes, holding swords in their hands, shone coldly in the moonlight.
A middle-aged person in the center took a step forward, staring coldly at the old man who fell on the ground.
"Qinglian Ancient Sect, you claim to be famous, so despicable and shameless you want to plunder the treasures of our ancient magic door." The old man stood up slowly, with a hideous expression on his face.
"Haha, your ancient demon gate is doing a lot of evil, we destroy your sect, and destroy the killer you cultivated to kill the people, the devil dragon, today you don't want to run away and hand over the five elements stone plate." The middle-aged man standing in the center is full. Staring at the old man murderously, looking at the position of his chest, his eyes showed greed.
"If you want to get the Five Elements Stone Plate, unless you kill me, otherwise, you guys with great looks, never want to get it." The old man was full of addiction, and his body was covered with sword wounds.
The blood made his blood red clothes even brighter.
"Then we will kill you." The middle-aged man standing in the center showed a cold face. He looked to the sides and ordered: "To kill, you must get a five-element stone plate."
"Kill!" The seven people around nodded and quickly attacked the old man.
And one of the middle-aged suddenly raised his head and stared at Wang Xian's position with blinking eyes.
"What happened to you today is bad luck for you." The middle-aged said, with his arms covered, a sharp dagger was thrown out, and he attacked Wang Xian.
He didn't even look, and directly attacked the old man.
In his opinion, Wang Xian has become a dead man.
The disaster without delusion, if for other ordinary people, this is the disaster without delusion.
Looking at the scene in front of Wang Xian, when he was about to leave here immediately, when he saw the middle-aged dagger suddenly attacking him, his pupils couldn't help shrinking.
"So overbearing, I just met by chance."
Wang Xian squinted slightly, watching the dagger coming towards him, and stretched out his arm.
"Snapped!"
He easily grabbed the dagger in front of him.
In the field, eight people besieged the old man, and the old man soon got two more scars.
"The strength of that old man is at least level eight, and only the middle-aged leader has the same level, and all the others are martial arts level seven."
Wang Xian's eyes flickered, he slowly got off the heavy locomotive and looked at the eight people with a calm face.
"If you don't want to kill me, I will definitely not intervene, but now, it's time to try my own strength."
Wang Xian clenched his fist slightly, he was wearing a heavy motorcycle helmet, and he was not afraid that others would see his face.
"Kakka!"
The dagger in his hand was directly held into a spherical shape by him and threw it directly on the ground.
"I'm just passing here, and you will kill people. That's good. If that's the case, then let's play."
Wang Xian said in his mouth, his body moved, and he directly attacked the nearest middle-aged man.
"Looking for death, Qing Wen Qinglie, kill him!" The middle-aged leader saw Wang Xian avoiding the attack of the dagger, and even attacked them, his face was cold, and he ordered loudly.
"Boy, I didn't expect you to be a martial artist, but you will definitely die today!" Qing Wen Qinglie two middle-aged men immediately broke away from the siege of the old man, looked at Wang Xian, and directly fought back.
"Ha ha!"
Wang Xian's eyes were cold, no matter how good his temper, he was also murderous in his heart when he encountered a group of people who would kill him at every turn.
Holding a sharp long sword in their hands, the two middle-aged men attacked his chest and throat together.
"Just try my physical strength!"
Wang Xian's whole body was surging with dragon energy, and he directly stretched out his hands and grabbed the two sharp swords.
"Looking for death!" The two middle-aged men showed mockery, and the long swords in their palms spun: "Go to hell."
"Flap!"
However, they were shocked that the sword in their hands was directly caught.
"Kakka!"
"not good!"
They found that their long swords were slowly splitting apart in the opponent's hands, and there were incredible looks in their pupils.
"Go to hell!"
With a move, Wang Xian directly attacked a middle-aged man.
Wang Xian has not learned any martial arts, nor is he rich in combat experience, but the power and speed of the Shenlong is absolutely unparalleled.
He clenched his fists, carrying a powerful force, and directly blasted the middle-aged man, who was full of horror, with a long sword across his chest.
"Crack!"
The long sword broke, and the power of terror fell on the middle-aged's chest.
"Bump!" The middle-aged felt his entire chest burst open, his eyes almost protruding, looking at Wang Xian incredibly.
"No, I met a strong man!" The middle-aged man on the side saw that a Qing Lie was instantly killed with horror on his face, and he quickly shouted.
"Didn't you say you want to kill me?" Wang Xian raised his head and stared at the middle-aged man with a fierce face. He moved like a human-shaped beast, carrying a wild aura, and attacked directly.
"Qinglian Sword Dance!"
The middle-aged man was shocked when he saw the impulsive Wang Xian coming like a giant beast, and waving the long sword in his hand, a green lotus pattern appeared in front of him.
The green lotus carries a biting cold light.
"Flashy!"
Wang Xian looked at Qinglian's swordsmanship, without the slightest scruples, he still blasted him with a punch.
"Kakka!"
It was like the sound of glass breaking, and the clothes on Wang Xian's arm also broke.
A trace of blood appeared on his arm, but the blood was healed quickly under the healing of the powerful dragon god's body.
"No..." The middle-aged screamed, and Wang Xian's fist had fallen on his chest, and his chest collapsed and fell directly to the ground.
"No, Qing Wen Qinglie was actually killed!"
Qing Wen Qinglie's screams evoked the exclamation of the middle-aged group of besieging the elderly, who looked incredible.
They thought it was an ordinary person passing by and killed them in order to keep it secret, but they didn't expect that it turned out to be a powerful warrior, instantly killing two warrior 7th-level experts.
This is the seventh rank of martial artist, a strong man who can establish the ancient martial family in the world!
"I passed by here, but you want to kill me, then don't blame me, see who killed who today!"
Wang Xian stared at the other six people, his heart full of desire to fight.
He wants to see how strong he is now!