Chapter 1275 Out of the Sword

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The group of ancient Qi warriors who were reprimanded felt bitter in their hearts.

In the ancient martial arts circle, sometimes the huge gap in strength cannot be made up by the number of people.

But obviously the laymen of Duanmu Chengya didn't understand this truth.

The ancient warriors who were repeatedly urged and even forced by them could only grit their teeth and rush towards Qingmei Laodao.

For a time, the breath of countless ancient martial arts condensed into a long dragon, and devoured the old green eyebrows on the ground.

The old Taoist raised his brows slightly, and swung the wooden sword forward in a mysterious fan shape in his hand.

The wooden sword flies into the sky, like the sky.

An invisible storm condensed from the air without a prelude.

The storm was centered on Qingmei Laodao and spread outward in a fan shape.

The storm is getting stronger and stronger, blowing sand and dust in and out of the lake, and the water waves oscillate.

"Ka-ka-ka-"

The century-old banyan trees on both sides of the square could not withstand the storm, and many branches were broken off.

The guests who were onlookers under the tree were smashed into gold stars by the branches and wailed.

Countless people covered their eyes that were hit by the storm and dust, and said in shock: How could such a strange wind suddenly blow in this good weather?

Storms come and go quickly.

When everyone opened their eyes again, they saw the person lying on the ground in front of Qingmei Laodao!

Those menacing ancient warriors were all in a coma at this time.

And without exception, their clothes were all tattered, as if they had been cut by something.

Behind Qingmei Laodao, Cai Jiannan, Ye Hong and the others were actually intact, not even half a grain of sand on their bodies.

Ye Hong's eyes lit up, and a frenzy flashed in the eyes of the old man with green eyebrows.

He just witnessed the moment when Qingmei Laodao drew his sword.

He also understood that the storm that suddenly came was called by this old Taoist priest!

And those ancient Qi warriors were all wounded, overwhelmed, and defeated by the sword energy in the storm!

This wonderful method of calling for wind and rain made Ye Hong have a strong interest.

For the first time, he discovered that there seemed to be a realm in ancient Qiwu that he had never touched before.

And that is the ray of sharpness displayed by this green-browed old Taoist priest!

A touch of determination quietly emerged in Ye Hong's heart.

Lei Wei, Duanmu Chengya, Qin Guang, Feng Jie... Jiang Qiuhuan, Qin Shu, Lei Peng, Duanmu Chi...

And the guests of the Qin family were all dumbfounded.

What the hell just happened?

Why did those masters fall like this?

Qingmei Laodao put away the wooden sword, but held the wooden sword again, his eyebrows closed slightly, as if he had fallen asleep again.

For some reason, looking at this sleepy old man, everyone suddenly recalled what Sima Chongting said just before the war.

"Hell is at this end, come here."

When these words echoed in everyone's minds again, a cold aura instantly entangled in their hearts, causing those present to shudder.

"Everyone, is there anyone else who opposes Cai taking people away?"

Cai Jiannan swept around the people present and smiled slightly.

Everyone bowed their heads, not daring to look at him.

The initiator of this incident, Lei Wei and others, lowered their heads so much that they almost touched their stomachs.

They were all stiff, for fear that if they moved one more finger, they would end up with those masters.

Sima Chongting clasped his hands together, sighing and mocking: "If I knew about today, why did I have to do it in the first place."

Cai Jiannan's mouth twitched slightly, and he took everyone away from the Qin family.

Wherever they passed, everyone quickly stepped aside and watched them leave in horror.