Chapter 1157: A few deep courtyards

Gao Huanwang looked towards the car in front of the tent, which suddenly shattered.
It was not his eyes that had such power.
In the sky of dust and smoke, the head of Qiushan cut across the sky with a sword.
He is the strongest person at the peak of Juxing, the sword is the anti-scale that Qiu Shan Jun must ask him to carry, and it is also the forefront of the hundred weapons list.
That cold and murderous sword light went towards the top of the tent. Gao Huan's figure moved slightly and came to the ground.
There was no change in his expression, nor did he shoot to the head of Qiushan.
Imprisoned in the bottom of the abyss for seven hundred years without seeing the sun, moon and stars, he is very unfamiliar with the current world and the powerful people of this world.
He will only divide the people he sees into two types, those who know and those who don't.
An old man who can live like him for so many years is naturally worthy of vigilance, and other people are not qualified to waste his spirit.
Without a sword, the head of Qiushan did not look ashamed or angry, and retreated into the dust.
With a snapping sound, a middle-aged man who looked like an ordinary servant stepped on a small copper hip flask deflated on the ground.
At the same time, the middle-aged man's fist came to Gao Huan's eyes.
Gao Huan looked slightly different and reacted.
There was also a snapping sound, and three cracks appeared on the ground where he stood.
At the same time, his hand held the fist.
The middle-aged man is the worship of the Qiushan family. The realm is already half a sacred step, but a fist that he struck with all his strength was easily held by Gao Huan.
The gap between these realms is by no means courageous or strategic.
Qiu Shan's house of worship was pale, and there was a golden fire burning in his eyes.
Dozens of white turbulences appeared in the air, making a deafening blast.
The Qiushan family snorted with sorrow, smashed the grain transport truck, and landed on the ground hundreds of feet away. The clothes were covered with blood everywhere.
Gao Huan withdrew his hand and looked towards a carriage ahead.
Just as a grain transport officer once sighed, the Terran warriors always thought that Qiushan's homeowners and envoys were of course the strongest in the team.
Gao Huan doesn't think so.
His line of sight was never in this tent, nor in the carriage of Qiushan's house, but in this carriage.
He felt that the real commander of this team was in this carriage.
You only need to kill the people in the car to win the final victory of this raid.
This is the conclusion he made after observing the cliff for a long time.
As Gao Huan's eyes fell, more than a dozen Demon Masters left their cavalry teams and launched an attack on the carriage.
The whistle-breaking wind sounded continuously, and the demon masters fell like stones from the sky.
If no one stopped, no matter who was in the carriage, they would be smashed into meat.
At this time, a grieving and cold voice came from the carriage.
The sound of the piano entered the sky from the ground. The sound did not become louder, but the range of the envelope became much larger.
There were cracks in the armor of the demon masters, and there was green smoke overflowing.
Eventually, the direction in which they fell was misaligned, and instead of hitting the carriage, it landed around the car.
The earth shook, and the black earth rushed back like a waterfall. The picture looked extraordinary.
The blind musician walked down the car holding the Guqin.
He leaned his head and listened to the sounds around him, pulling his right hand from time to time on the strings.
The white turbulence like a sharp blade left the strings and struck the masters of the Demon Race, looking like the sky was falling.
More than ten demon masters howled and rushed towards the carriage.
If there is only one blind piano player who wants to stop so many Mozu masters, it is indeed a bit difficult, but there are still people in the carriage.
The carriage looked not very big, no one could think of it, there were so many people out of it.
Seven vendors, six bureaucrats, three fortune tellers, two old people selling hemp sugar, and a little girl selling fat powder.
Several mysterious and unpredictable heavenly planes enveloped the grassland around the carriage and landed on the masters of the devil.
Several chains rose from the air, with traces of blood and fire, and vowed to pass through the shoulders and necks of those masters of the Demon Race.
Before these, a formation formed by a sand table had already protected the carriage in advance.
Looking at the scene, Gao Huan raised his eyebrows slightly.
He did not expect that there are so many strong men in the human race now.
Then there was a naive smile on his face.
With so many strong human races, it is worth his shot.
The light and tasteless raindrops fell from the sky again, washing away all the mysterious and mysterious heavens and planes, and arbitrarily breaking the formation.
The five people from the Tang family in Wenshui have a very dignified expression, and the fingers of the blind piano player have become faster.
The realm of the Demon Juvenile Powerhouse was unfathomable, and even without any action, he broke the outer defense.
Gao Huan flicked his fingertips, flew two water and fire sticks, his eyes fell, cut an iron chain, and came to the car.
He wanted to lift the car curtain to see who was inside.
The sound of the piano sounded like a trumpet, a string full of blood and blood, stopped in front of him.
That's fine.
Of the strong human races, of course, the blind violinist is the most powerful.
Gao Huan doesn't mind killing this person intently.
The pale black mist came from his fingers, no matter how strong the wind was on the grassland, it couldn't blow away a little.
The string withered at a rate visible to the naked eye, then broke, losing all vitality.
The blind musician spilled blood on his lips and retreated to the side of the car.
Where Gao Huan would keep him alive, he slapped in the air.
The twilight suddenly dimmed, as if the night had come early, and a dark, but not real giant palm fell from the sky and patted the carriage.
One of the strings was broken, and a few were intact, but by this time it was no longer possible to make a sound, because the blind violinist's breath was gone.
Who will block this giant palm?
The window suddenly broke, and two dark things flew out.
They are also black. These two things are not like black giant palms. They give a feeling of terror and depression, but they are full of majesty.
An official seal and a gavel.
The official seal and the gavel greeted the giant black palm.
Two crackling sounds, the official seal and the gavel became debris, and the black giant palm gradually dissipated in the air.
A skinny old man in a gray robe came out of the car with a calm expression.
A few youths followed him as he came out with a nervous look, like a student.
Too many people have walked out of this car. Who would have thought there were so many people hidden in it.
Gao Huan did not expect that in such a short period of time, he would actually meet three and a half sacred human powerhouses.
When is half-step sacred so worthless?
Gao Huan confirmed that none of the strong human races present knew him, but that the blind piano player was familiar with the technique.
He looked at the blind violinist, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Eternal life?"
The blind musician said, "Yes."
Gao Huan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Li Minghe?"
The blind piano teacher's expression changed slightly and said, "Family teacher."
Gao Huan proudly said: "It turns out that your Master is old with me. If you come down to me, spare your life today."
After saying this, he looked at the skinny old man in gray robe and asked, "Who are you?"
A young man said, "This is my lord Shangshu."
"do not know."
Gao Huan looked indifferent and suddenly shouted, "Dare to use poison on me!"
He looked at the little girl who had not spoken.
I don't know if it was affected by the fighting, the basket carried by the little girl has been dumped to the ground.
The fat powder was blown by the wind and gradually spread out.
To anyone, this is a very natural picture. Who can think of poisoning?
Looking at the little girl, Gao Huan's eyes were full of tyranny.
"Do you know who I am? Want to poison me?"
While in Wenshui City, the little girl's shyness and tension were mostly disguised.
But at this time, being stared at by this powerful Demon Race, she was really very nervous, and she couldn't even move her footsteps.
At a distance of a few feet, Gao Huan reached out and grabbed her throat with a stern expression, ready to tear her to pieces.
Blind piano teacher and Wei Shangshu are on the other side and cannot be rescued in time.
Those vendors and fortune tellers are still entangled with the remaining Demon masters.
Fortunately, there are two old people selling hemp sugar.
They have always been used to standing with the little girl selling fat powder.
An old man selling hemp sugar pulled up the green cloth on the stall, blocking Gao Huan's direction.
With a sneering noise, the green cloth turned into pieces and walked with the wind to become the old man.
He bent his knees, lowered his waist, meditated, clenched his fists, and then shot straight.
Looking at the scene, Gao Huan shouted, "Okay!"
This punch is ordinary and uncommon.
In the eyes of the real powerhouse, there is already a true sense of peace and justice.
If this is the case, Gao Huan can't be moved.
He applauded because the old man selling hemp sugar used the most authentic royal method-burning sun recipe!
Gao Huan threw his sleeves to block the blind striker and Wei Shangshu's joint blow, and then grabbed his fist and smashed the old man selling sesame sugar.
Countless lights spilled from the old man's fist.
Countless black smoke escaped from Gao Huan's fists.
Just like the sky at this time, day and night are doing the most decisive battle.
His realm is far higher than that of the old man who sells hemp sugar, but when facing this old man, he is the most solemn and very upright.
The other party uses the royal clan of the human race, he will use the royal clan of the devil.
"Tian Mo Gong!"
Feeling the domineering breath between heaven and earth and the magic breath that is stronger than the night, the blind violinist blurted out.
Listening to this sentence, Wei Shangshu and the head of the Qiushan family who just woke up suddenly changed their faces.
Who is this Demon Strong? Why did the royal family fail to pass on to learn the magic of heaven?
...
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A loud noise.
The old man who sold hemp sugar was hit by air without surprise.
If it weren’t for the burning of the sun and Tianmogong to be mutually congenital, or his injury would be more severe.
There is also an old man selling hemp sugar.
Gao Huan's expression is still serious, because this represents the meeting between the royal family and the royal family.
He didn't take it too seriously for the battle itself.
These two old people selling hemp sugar are far from the young men of the Chen family in Tianliang County.
A crackling sound.
The two fists touched together.
It was soft, not a thunderous roar.
This shows what?
Gao Huan, who had turned to look at the blind piano master and Wei Shangshu, slowly turned back.
The attacking Demon Master has been repulsed, the wolf ride's shout seems to be getting farther and farther, and the grassland suddenly becomes very quiet, only to hear the crackling sound when the grass is burning.
Gao Huan looked at the old man selling hemp sugar, and there was a bit of pain in his eyes.
The old man slowly raised his head.
His hair was all white, but it was not too old, but his eyes were too calm, as if...the well in the old mansion of Wenshui.
That old well.
Nothing in the world can make his eyes wave again.
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