Son, the empress doesn't like to eat soft rice

Facing the old fruit grower who was thundering and rolling, the man in black didn't react at all.

The thick white thunder turned into a spear, which was held tightly by the old fruit farmer. The thunder wrapped around his body like a horned dragon, as if covering him with a silver armor.

The man in black clapped his hands lightly, "As expected of the old god of the previous generation, he can make such a terrifying attack at such an age."

There was a mass of black substance in the palm of his hand, and this black substance was like a sharp sword, directly piercing the thunder horned dragon wandering in the air.

The black mist slowly condensed into a sharp black sword.

The two looked at each other, then disappeared in place and collided with each other.

The thunder spear condensed the power of thunder from heaven and earth, and the high temperature on the surface burned the air, boiling like a furnace, but it hit the black long sword.

It turned out that there was no trace left.

On the contrary, it was a black long sword. The black substance on the surface grabbed the thunder of the spear and devoured it like eating food.

The old fruit farmer pulled back the distance, swung his spear violently, a hole was torn in the sky, and the white thunder slammed down,
One, two, more and more thunders fell from the sky.

A large white net suddenly opened in the dark night sky, and lightning arcs flashed on it, like dangerous barbs.

The man in black did not dare to underestimate the strongest destructive power in the world.

The body is stretched back slightly, and the cloak on the back seems to be blown by the wind, and it is pulled apart in an arc shape, like a crescent moon, with black awns flowing from it, like a black half moon.

The power condensed from all directions finally turned into a small pitch-black ball. This ball is still growing and getting bigger. When the color reaches a certain extreme, the black becomes transparent.

Like dynamite, the black ball exploded violently, and the rich dark energy was like a stone falling into the calm water, causing ripples in circles.

The black ripples are like a big hand, grabbing Thunder, trying to tear it apart.

The lightning net condensed by the old fruit farmer was finally fully formed, and lightning arcs flew out of it, striking the man in black in the center like a kaleidoscope.

The two forces collided, instantly evacuating the surrounding air.

The temporarily formed vacuum zone produces a powerful dragon's breath effect, tearing the surrounding things to the middle like a tornado.

Like a black hole, the house in the distance was torn to pieces in less than a second.

But this is just the beginning. This kind of pure force confrontation is even more dangerous because of the flood discharge effect after the energy clashes. The energy that has accumulated to a certain level cannot disappear in a short time.

It will be like a flood discharge from a dam, and the energy will be completely extracted bit by bit.

Soon, this process is coming.

First, the impact of the collision energy in the center disappeared, and then the sucked-back power transformed into an outward-diverging force, and the impact hit the barrier set by the man in black.

Soon, cracks appeared in the barrier.

With a bang, the barrier was completely shattered.

Flood release by two forces.In the extremely small space, the bodies of the two were almost torn apart.

The old fruit farmer was more seriously injured than the man in black, because he had to protect his wife and son.

The man in black panted heavily, but recovered from his weak state first.

"Hehe." The old fruit farmer spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were a little dark: "Sending a martial master to kill me, it seems that Dayan is determined to take my life, but I don't know why the old man's life provoked Dayan so much. Emperor's interest."

The man in black looked at the old fruit farmer indifferently, and said, "Since you are about to die, it's okay to tell you."

"What matters is not your life, but your role, your role on the frontier."

"Moreover, senior, you look down on yourself too much. It can be said that the current Six Doors is completely based on you. As long as you die, the Six Doors' intelligence department will be half blind."

"Ha ha."

The old fruit farmer smiled miserably.

"How did you know my identity? The old man has been hiding here for so many years and never paid attention to you."

The man in black slowly tore off his cloak and mask, revealing the young face behind him.

"you you you!"

The old fruit farmer's eyes widened, and the wife beside him also looked at him in disbelief.

The young man recovered his normal voice and said with a smile, "Uncle Leng, actually, I've always been by your side."

The young man was none other than the general in charge of the frontier military station in Liujiang Mansion on the frontier, a young man who was highly praised by the prefect.

Maybe even the future prefect lord.

However, such a person in the government system was actually someone inserted by Dayan.

At this moment, the old fruit farmer suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart, if such a situation existed here.

What about other places?
To what extent has Dayan's penetration of An Xian reached?
As an old god catcher, his sense of smell told him that it was not that simple.

"I won't kill you. Your Majesty is very interested in you. How about Uncle Leng join me in Yan, so that your family can also be safe."

"impossible!"

The old fruit farmer snorted coldly: "It's up to you to kill or kill, but it's impossible to make me surrender."

The young man knew that the other party would react in this way, smiled lightly, and with a wave of his palm, a black streamer cut off the elder son's arm completely.

Cuts are as smooth as a mirror.

"what!"

The eldest son had already passed out, but the severe pain directly pulled him back from the coma.

The severe pain was like a poisonous snake, burrowing into his brain nerves, stimulating him.

Seeing her son in such pain, the lady wept bitterly and hugged her son's arm.

Blood stained a large area.

The old fruit grower was unmoved.

"My Leng family has no cowards, and I will never betray His Majesty."

The man in black didn't speak, but moved his palm again. This time, it was the eldest son's leg that was cut off.

The blood spurted out like a fountain, splashed in the air, and sprinkled the lady's face.

The frightened wife passed out immediately, and the eldest son also passed out temporarily because of the severe pain.

"fine."

The young man finally spoke and knocked the old fruit farmer unconscious.

"Our Dayan has plenty of ways to make you surrender, Uncle Leng."

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