Chapter 1199: Many masters

After half an hour, the carriage had left the city hundreds of miles away.
The group of people who followed quietly appeared again, but the total number reached more than fifty, including nine people who had previously been repelled by the elders in the outer city.
In addition, among these fifty people, there are three masters who are in the middle of distraction.
"Song Yun, hand over the black sword and the ring of storage on your body, I'll wait for you to die!" One of them shouted in the middle of distraction, with a smile on his face holding the winning ticket, and seemed to be able to fix Song Yong.
"On the basis of your waste, dare to threaten my son?" Tian Lao sneered.
The distracted middle-aged disdain smiled: "Do n’t say too much, you are good in the late distraction, but we have fifty-six people here, all of them are distracted. Can you hit dozens? Ten? Twenty? Why do n’t you invest in us, and how would you share the benefits? "
The voice of another middle-aged followed closely: "Heaven is old, good birds choose wood to live, this Song Yan is too arrogant, he is destined not to end well when he appears in Wangcheng, why do you hang on a tree? What about? "
With old-fashioned knowledge, how can you not see that these two are singing a black face and a white face, but unfortunately, this group of people is just poor cannon fodder, because they are all a group of people sent to play forward Poor bug.
Thinking of this, he said lightly: "As soon as possible, do not delay my son's journey."
"Oh, man, why are you doing this?" The famous white-faced distraction still wanted to persuade.
"Stop talking nonsense, pick up!"
As soon as the voice fell, Tian Lao suddenly rushed out, hitting three resentful fists at the same time, covering the three middle distractions at the same time.
The hatred of Tianquan was handed down by Song Kun, but it is a powerful boxing technique. After only a period of practice, Tianlao can exert his double strength.
"Arrogance!"
"I thought you were invincible!"
"Hum, today I am Wu to cut off the gods!"
In the face of Tian Lao's active attack, the three distracted men were all irritated in the middle. A black sword appeared in the hands of the black-faced man, slashing out against Tian Lao's fist.
The golden sword brilliance is unparalleled, with a sense of tearing, and immediately hits the elder fist.
The one who sang the white face offered a five-pin magical flying sword. With the movement of his sword, the flying sword suddenly expanded dozens of times and turned into a turquoise giant sword. God smashed his head.
The last one was moving quickly in the middle of distraction, and then there were ghosts and ghosts in the heavens and earth, one by one, the crying wolf fluttering towards the old man.
Facing the attack of the three, Tian Lao's eyes flashed a disdain, and he said loudly, "I can break it with one punch!"
Huh! Huh! Huh!
One punch smashed the golden sword air, and the other punch directly struck the green sword. The third punch was sent out, and the void oscillated. All the ghosts close to the sky were shaken into a trace of black smoke and dissipated in the void .
At the same time, Tian Lao took a step in the void, took a seal in his hand, and threw three punches again.
Hum! Hum! Hum!
His fist contained immense power, and he also carried a constant stream of hatred. Being taken by this hate, all three felt insecure for a while.
At this moment, the fists fell, and the three vomited blood and flew up.
"Native chicken tile dog, vulnerable!"
Seeing this, Tian Lao smiled contemptuously, and slammed the Indian to kill the three again.
"Hate the sky! Hate the land! Hate yourself!"
Tian Lao drank lightly, a spread of will also seemed to shroud the three, and the three who just wanted to escape immediately suddenly stood in place like a puppet.
Seeing that the three distractions were about to die in the hands of the old man, suddenly, a young man in a black robe appeared between the two. He was holding a black spear, his eyebrows looked like stars and electricity, and his wrists were shaking. For the sky gun shadow, suddenly stabbed at the sky.
"Hmm ...!"
Tian Lao frowned, changed his attack target, and collided with Man Tian Gun Ying. Then, his figure retreated a few steps in mid-air, but the young man in black backed up by dozens of meters to stop his figure.
And the three fleeing gods who had escaped from the calamity all showed their fearfulness in the middle. When they looked at the elders, they all had a layer of fear.
"Who is your Excellency?" Tian Lao stared at the young man in black.
"I'll take Song Yan's fate!"
While talking, the young man in the black robe rushed to the old man again with a gun, and shouted, "Go and kill the boy Song Yong, I will not take anything from him, as long as his head!"
Being reminded by the young man in black robe, the three distractions woke up like dreams in the middle and rushed to the carriage.
But strangely, Tian Lao did not show the slightest tension.
"Dead to me!"
The one who sang the white face before again sacrificed the turquoise sword to the carriage.
At this moment, a large black handprint appeared, and the turquoise sword was easily blown away.
Then, an old man calmly walked out of the carriage.
"If you want to hurt Son Song, go through the old man first!"
While talking, the old man floated out and launched an attack on the three distractions.
Although the strength of this old man is not as good as that of the old man, the three distractions were also wounded by the old man in the middle of the distraction. Therefore, for a time, they were defeated.
"Are you watching a show? Don't hurry up!"
The black-faced man sang hard and shouted at the beginning of the other fifty-three distractions.
"Fujiba attack!"
One woman shouted, and offered a magic weapon, hitting the carriage, and everyone else also offered a magic weapon and blasted to the carriage. ,
"Humph!"
At this moment, a cold hum came out, and the three elders stepped out of the carriage and waved out one by one, easily knocking one piece of magic weapon into flight.
"Nima, why are there three late distractions?"
Seeing this scene, the more than 50 early distractions were dumbfounded.
Fortunately, there were many of them, otherwise they would have turned away and fled.
Tens of miles away, there is a small hilltop. Three people stand on the top of the hilltop. A handsome young man in black in his twenties with a flame mark on his brows. If Song Yuan is here, he will recognize Out, he is Tuobafeng, the of Vulcanism. Behind Tuobafeng are two middle-aged big men, both of whom have late-stage distractions. At this moment, they are watching the battlefield far away.
"Unexpectedly, there are five distracted people around the surname Song!" Said a big man.
Tuoba Feng smiled coldly, slowly glanced around, and said lightly: "Even if the distraction around him is doubled in the later period, he is still in danger today!"
Thinking of Tuoba Xianer, who was suffering in Wanyou Valley, his two rows of teeth were bitten tightly together, and there was a cold killing in his gaze.
Similarly, in the northwest direction of the battlefield, there are seven people standing, formally from the seven leaders of the Heavenly Alliance.
At the same time, in the southeast direction, there was a one-armed old man. Five middle-aged men stood respectfully behind him. The one-armed old man was called one-armed man. The founder of the heroic building of the three major forces in the outer city. All five are his sons.
In addition, in the other five or six directions, there are also masters standing on each side. If you count them down, there are more than 30 people in the late distraction alone, and there are more than 20 people in the middle of distraction.
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