They didn't expect that when most people ran away, the mysterious masked man standing there would dare to attack.
This big dragon was extremely fast, and when they reacted, there was no time to stop them.
The handsome man's indifferent face showed horror, his body gathered aura, and his sword trembled slightly.
"Wu... Wu Sheng is the strongest!"
The speed of the dragon, the aura of the dragon, look like the strongest martial artist.
Only the strongest Wusheng can make them unable to react.
All the disciples of Dan Qizong rushed towards Qi Wuye without fear of death.
Qi Wuye is the son of the sect master, and even the best martial artist. He is now a martial sage, and the clan has always cultivated him as the most powerful martial sage.
If he dies here, most people here will pay for his life, and a small number of people will also be distributed.
Qi Wuye can't die!
Seeing that the silver dragon appeared unstoppably in front of Qi Wuye, and when everyone was powerless, a high and old voice sounded in the secret realm.
"Block me!"
An old man full of vicissitudes of life, wearing a gray ordinary long gown, suddenly appeared in front of Qi Wuye, with a light sword, a white light and shadow appeared on the long sword, cutting through the void, and struck the silver dragon.
"wave……"
The mighty silver dragon, like a bubble, was pierced by white light and shadow and disappeared. The light and shadow continued to fly at an unabated speed, touching the two unfortunate martial sages of Dan Qizong, and instantly split them in half. , Blood splattered the ground.
"Great... Great Elder, mighty!"
Seeing such a terrifying silver dragon, smashed by the great elder's sword, everyone cheered loudly. As for the two hapless dead, no one cared.
"Huh..." Hearing the cheers of the crowd, the white-haired elder snorted heavily: "He is not the strongest martial artist at all. This silver dragon is just a mere appearance. Any of you can defeat him. ."
"Even if it's not defensive at all, it can only cause minor injuries."
"We were cheated?"
Qi Wuye, with his head full of sweat and heart pounding, instantly burst into anger in his heart.
Just now Qin Ming looked like a world-famous person. The dragon looked full of imposing momentum. He didn't expect that this was just a false move by Qin Ming.
Looking into the corridor, Qin Ming, who was wearing a hateful white mask, disappeared long ago.
"Follow me, I want to smash him into pieces!"
"Yes!" The disciples separated some people and hurriedly chased them in the direction where Qin Ming had left.
Turning around, Qi Wuye respectfully bowed his hand to the great elder: "Great elder, Qin Ming is our great enemy, and Wu Shenzong has a strong Emperor Wu Mo. If you let them run away, once you let Wu Mo know What we did, then we are in big trouble!"
Hearing this, the white-haired elder wanted to do something, but he looked at Qi Wuye again, and stopped helplessly: "Old husband Qi Shuangqiu, all the tasks assigned to me by the sect in this life are fulfilled. carry out."
"If I leave, what should you do if Qin Ming walks around and kills you without my protection?"
"A person who can issue that kind of false moves is not weak. If he wants to kill you, how much effect can these wastes play without me?"
Hearing this, Qi Wuye sighed, he knew that it was impossible for the Great Elder to chase Qin Ming.
No matter how difficult the task assigned to him by the sect, the great elder has always completed it without compromise, and has never failed. He is also proud of it.
For this reason, his father sent him to protect himself.
The great elder had a paranoid obsession with the task, and it was impossible to give up the task to hunt down Qin Ming.
