Doomsday Rise

Liu Wei'an turned around. Different from the sneaky masked man in black, he was a thin middle-aged man with weathered eyes and a decadent expression. His eyes were as if they had been frozen in a thousand-year-old snow mountain for thousands of years, without a trace of warmth. .

"Are you the leader here?" The middle-aged man's voice was hoarse and deep, as if coming from inside the coffin, and it was extremely dull.

"Who are you?" Liu Wei'an's muscles tensed up. For some reason, the person in front of him gave him an extremely terrifying feeling.

"Someone asked me to kill you." The middle-aged man's footsteps were soft and steady. He was clearly hundreds of meters away. After a few steps, he was already in front of him.

Yang Wujiang was the closest, and without saying a word, he punched out. The fist penetrated the air, creating ripples that spread out in circles, but the power in the fist was condensing at an astonishing speed.

Yang Wujiang's strength is not as good as that of an elephant, or even as powerful as the King of Strength, but his fists are extremely explosive. One point of force can produce a lot of explosive power. The distance of three meters is reached in an instant.

Yang Wujiang's eyes suddenly shrank. His fist clearly hit a middle-aged man, but for some reason it turned into the tip of a sword. It was a bamboo arrow, yellow bamboo, randomly cut, and covered with smooth pulp, showing that the owner was fond of bamboo. Love of swords.

With an ordinary sword strike from the bamboo sword, he lightly tapped his fist. Yang Wujiang felt as if his strength was like a punctured balloon, and he was instantly released.

Standing behind Yang Wujiang, everyone saw that Yang Wujiang fell out like an electric shock. After landing, a mouthful of blood spurted out. His face was sallow and he could not stand up.

Huang Guofu and Yang Wujiang had a good relationship. They hit the middle-aged man with a pole. The pole was like a stick, but Huang Guofu used the power of a whip, which was unpredictable.

Ding!

Huang Guofu didn't even see when the middle-aged man's bamboo sword appeared. When he saw the bamboo sword, the tip of the sword had already collided with the pole, and a terrible force came. Huang Guofu retreated three meters as if struck by lightning. , his face suddenly turned pale and clear, and finally he couldn't hold it back and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Everyone was shocked. The two masters were seriously injured without even taking a single move. What is the background of this middle-aged man?

"stop!"

Yi Fengjiu and Er Lengzi attacked the middle-aged man from the left and from the right. Yi Fengjiu's giant sword was like half a door panel, unparalleled in its sharpness. Er Lengzi was a powerful warrior, and when a mace fell, it had only a huge force.

Almost at the same time, the lynx, no, it should be called the tiger in the mountain now, Fu Jiang, You Mengshou, Zeng Huaicai and others came around from all directions. Liu Wei'an raised the bow in his hand. After thinking about it, he decided that it was not safe and replaced it with a platinum bow.

Peng, Peng.

The bamboo sword was lightly tapped twice. Yi Fengjiu used all his strength but could not move away from the tip of the sword. On the other hand, Erlunzi on the other side was eager to collide with the tip of the sword. As a result,

The two of them retreated as if they were electrocuted. Yi Fengjiu was a little better, but he just vomited blood. Er Lengzi's arms were broken and the mace flew dozens of meters away.

Er Lunzi's eyes widened. He couldn't believe that two bamboo swords that were no wider than each other had such terrifying power.

"Go away"

The elephant took a step forward and punched out, also with his bare hands. Yang Wujiang's attack focused on points, like bullets, while the elephant wanted to hit rocks, destroying everything with the force of thunder.

A strong wind blew up from the ground, flying sand and rocks, but it was unable to blow the middle-aged man's clothes.

The middle-aged man remained unchanged in response to all changes. It was still a mediocre sword. There was no huge momentum or bright light. Every trace of the bamboo sword's thrust could be seen clearly.

The fist made contact with the bamboo sword, and time seemed to pause at this moment. The next moment, the bamboo sword bent slightly, which lasted for a short time, and then straightened out in an instant.

The elephant let out a roar of pain, and the entire arm was broken, from fist to arm. The man flew more than thirty meters like a stone launched by a catapult, and hit the ground hard, unable to get up for a long time.

The King of Strength and the Metal Man rushed forward, and even the middle-aged man's clothes were hit and flew backwards. The tiger in the mountain and Zeng Huaicai rushed forward, and in the blink of an eye, they were thrown away faster than when they came.

Bai Xiaodong, Che Zengkang, Jiutiaolong... no matter how fast they rushed up, they could fall back just as fast. Only You Mengshou and Fu Jiang persisted in a few more moves.

Sweat broke out from Liu Wei'an's forehead and flowed down his face. He had never encountered such a situation before. The middle-aged man was standing in front of him, but he couldn't lock it on, couldn't even aim, and naturally couldn't attack. , You Mengshou and Fu Jiang tried their best to create opportunities for him, but he could never find the opportunity to draw his bow.

His eyes were opened to the limit, almost bulging out of their sockets, but he still did not dare to draw his bow.

Fu Jiang vomited blood and retreated violently.

Liu Wei'an gritted his teeth hard. He was so nervous that his gums bled. He planned to ejaculate at all costs several times, but finally held back.

Archers, like snipers, have a sixth sense that is beyond ordinary people. He has a strong premonition that if he shoots this arrow, it will 100% miss the target and even the clothes will not be touched.

You Mengshou's second-generation weapon made of new materials was split into two pieces by the bamboo sword, and the bamboo sword lightly slapped You Mengshou on the shoulder. You Mengshou stepped back more than ten steps, leaving deep footprints on the ground. His teeth were clenched, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He stayed in this position for five or six minutes before recovering.

There was nothing blocking him anymore. The middle-aged man was exposed to Liu Wei'an without any reservation. Liu Wei'an encountered the most terrifying thing since he chose an archer.

He couldn't target middle-aged people. If he could still use having his own people as an excuse to save some face for himself before, now the last fig leaf has been torn off.

The chill in Liu Wei'an's heart was indescribable. The target is right in front of him, but he can't shoot the arrow. The distance of five meters is just enough to unleash the power of the bow and arrow, but

He can't do it.

The strong feeling of powerlessness made Liu Wei'an almost vomit blood.

The middle-aged man was not as emotional as Qin Zhou. The bamboo sword stabbed Liu Wei'an casually. During this process, the middle-aged man's expression remained unchanged and indifferent.

"Keep a man under the sword"

Two rays of sword light shot out from a distance. Qianjin blocked the bamboo sword when he was about to fire it. It turned out to be two slender long swords. With a flick of the middle-aged man's wrist, the bamboo sword turned into a wave of water, easily passed through the two long swords, and stabbed Liu Wei'an unswervingly.

Liu Wei'an turned around. Different from the sneaky masked man in black, he was a thin middle-aged man with weathered eyes and a decadent expression. His eyes were as if they had been frozen in a thousand-year-old snow mountain for thousands of years, without a trace of warmth. .

"Are you the leader here?" The middle-aged man's voice was hoarse and deep, as if coming from inside the coffin, and it was extremely dull.

"Who are you?" Liu Wei'an's muscles tensed up. For some reason, the person in front of him gave him an extremely terrifying feeling.

"Someone asked me to kill you." The middle-aged man's footsteps were soft and steady. He was clearly hundreds of meters away. After a few steps, he was already in front of him.

Yang Wujiang was the closest, and without saying a word, he punched out. The fist penetrated the air, creating ripples that spread out in circles, but the power in the fist was condensing at an astonishing speed.

Yang Wujiang's strength is not as good as that of an elephant, or even as powerful as the King of Strength, but his fists are extremely explosive. One point of force can produce a lot of explosive power. The distance of three meters is reached in an instant.

Yang Wujiang's eyes suddenly shrank. His fist clearly hit a middle-aged man, but for some reason it turned into the tip of a sword. It was a bamboo arrow, yellow bamboo, randomly cut and smooth, showing the master's love for bamboo. Love of swords.

With an ordinary sword strike from the bamboo sword, he lightly tapped his fist. Yang Wujiang felt as if his strength was like a punctured balloon, and he was instantly released.

Standing behind Yang Wujiang, everyone saw that Yang Wujiang fell out like an electric shock. After landing, a mouthful of blood spurted out. His face was sallow and he could not stand up.

Huang Guofu and Yang Wujiang had a good relationship. They hit the middle-aged man with a pole. The pole was like a stick, but Huang Guofu used the power of a whip, which was unpredictable.

Ding!

Huang Guofu didn't even see when the middle-aged man's bamboo sword appeared. When he saw the bamboo sword, the tip of the sword had already collided with the pole, and a terrible force came. Huang Guofu retreated three meters as if struck by lightning. , his face suddenly turned pale and clear, and finally he couldn't hold it back and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Everyone was shocked. The two masters were seriously injured without even taking a single move. What is the background of this middle-aged man?

"stop!"

Yi Fengjiu and Er Lengzi attacked the middle-aged man from the left and from the right. Yi Fengjiu's giant sword was like half a door panel, unparalleled in its sharpness. Er Lengzi was a powerful warrior, and when a mace fell, it had only a huge force.

Almost at the same time, the lynx, no, it should be called the tiger in the mountain now, Fu Jiang, You Mengshou, Zeng Huaicai and others came around from all directions. Liu Wei'an raised the bow in his hand. After thinking about it, he decided that it was not safe and replaced it with a platinum bow.

Peng, Peng.

The bamboo sword was lightly tapped twice. Yi Fengjiu used all his strength but could not move away from the tip of the sword. On the other hand, Erlunzi on the other side was eager to collide with the tip of the sword. As a result,

The two of them retreated as if they were electrocuted. Yi Fengjiu was a little better, but he just vomited blood. Er Lengzi's arms were broken and the mace flew dozens of meters away.

Er Lunzi's eyes widened. He couldn't believe that two bamboo swords that were no wider than each other had such terrifying power.

"Go away"

The elephant took a step forward and punched out, also with his bare hands. Yang Wujiang's attack focused on points, like bullets, while the elephant wanted to hit rocks, destroying everything with the force of thunder.

A strong wind blew up from the ground, flying sand and rocks, but it was unable to blow the middle-aged man's clothes.

The middle-aged man remained unchanged in response to all changes. It was still a mediocre sword. There was no huge momentum or bright light. Every trace of the bamboo sword's thrust could be seen clearly.

The fist made contact with the bamboo sword, and time seemed to pause at this moment. The next moment, the bamboo sword bent slightly, which lasted for a short time, and then straightened out in an instant.

The elephant let out a roar of pain, and the entire arm was broken, from fist to arm.