The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Everyone looked at Dawa in surprise.

In their eyes, she was just an old woman who had difficulty walking and had to sit on a cart and be pulled by a dog.

Of course, the fact that this dog could transform into a wolf showed that this woman was definitely not a simple person. But when people saw her, they still couldn't associate her with a strong fighting ability.

She always had a kind and gentle smile on her face. Her eyes were as clear as the sky after the rain, without any impurities. Her gaze was kind and full of loving forgiveness, as if in her eyes, whether it was a person, a dog or a stone on the roadside, they were all her children.

After being slightly surprised, Lin Manqing nodded gently: "Okay, thank you very much."

"Doji, be quiet!" Dawa soothed the dog who was a little anxious and eager to try.

The cart slowly pressed on the road, moved to the front, stopped, and waited for Jiang Ping and Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Zifeng laughed loudly: "Lin Manqing, you just laughed at me, I thought you were so powerful, but you actually let an old woman come out to die for you! Do you think this is enough? No one can replace you, you will definitely die today!"

Jiang Ping and Jiang Cheng moved forward steadily, each step carrying a strong sense of oppression, their eyes locked on Dawa like ice knives. They looked the old woman up and down, and after confirming that she did not pose any hidden threat, their faces were filled with disdain, and they were even too lazy to draw their swords.

Jiang Zifeng waited for a long time but saw no action from the two men, so he shouted anxiously, "What are you still standing there for! Kill her!"

His voice was like a death warrant, echoing in the empty sky above Tianmen.

Jiang Ping and Jiang Cheng then slowly drew out their swords, and the swords rubbed against the scabbards, making a sound that made people's teeth ache. As soon as the swords were unsheathed, a cold light flashed, and the sharp sword energy immediately overflowed to the west. The surrounding air seemed to be cut by the sword energy, and the sand and stones on the ground were also swept up by the sword energy, flying in the air.

Just as people were wondering how the old woman would respond, the two snakes quietly coiled on the wheel moved.

In an instant, it seemed as if a mysterious power was awakened, and the two snake gods revealed their true forms.

The body of the Nine-headed Naga is huge beyond imagination, like a moving hill, with nine heads raised high, and each head spitting out a bright red tongue with a strange light flashing on it, as if telling an ancient and mysterious curse.

The Thousand-Headed Shesha was even more shocking, with densely packed heads stacked up one after another like a surging black ocean. Each head exuded a terrifying aura, as if coming from an endless dark abyss.

Their appearance instantly made the atmosphere of the entire battlefield even more weird and depressing. The air seemed to become sticky, making it difficult to breathe.

"This is... the snake god Naga!"

"Qian Toushasha?! This thing is still alive!"

People with insight have already recognized it and are greatly shocked.

Jiang Ping and Jiang Cheng's faces changed slightly in the face of this sudden change. But years of combat experience allowed them to calm down quickly, and years of life and death experience made their minds as firm as a rock. The two looked at each other, and their eyes conveyed a tacit understanding that only they could understand. They wielded their swords in tacit understanding and attacked Naga and Shesha. Their swordsmanship was sharp, and the sword shadows flickered. Each sword carried a powerful force, cutting through the air and making a sharp whistling sound.

puff!

With a rain of blood, a snake head fell down.

People looked up, but saw that the heads of the Thousand Sheshas were still densely packed like surging waves, and there was no sign that one was missing.

puff!

This time it was the Naga's head that fell.

The naga only has nine heads, and when one falls off, it becomes very obvious. However, as soon as the head falls off, its neck quickly stretches out, and a new head grows out from the broken neck.

"He can't be killed!" Everyone was shocked.

The battle entered a white-hot stage. Although Jiang Ping and Jiang Cheng were highly skilled in swordsmanship and each of their moves contained profound skills, they gradually felt powerless in the face of these two snake gods with endless regeneration abilities. No matter how many heads of Naga and Shesha they cut off, new heads would always grow out in an instant. Moreover, the heads that grew out were more ferocious and their attacks were more fierce, as if they were mad with anger.

Jiang Ping and Jiang Cheng both saw a hint of anxiety in each other's eyes, but then they smiled in tacit understanding.

Because they have a unique skill - the combination of two swords.

The two figures overlapped instantly, and the spiritual power around them surged wildly, forming a huge spiritual power vortex. The two flew around, one sword to the left, and one sword to the right, the two swords crossed and merged into one, and the sword energy came out like a giant pair of scissors. The scissors flashed a dazzling light, as if it contained the power to create the world, and the light seemed to be mixed with lightning, crackling.

At this moment, Dawa, who had been watching the battle calmly, suddenly spoke up.

Her voice was soft and firm, like the spring breeze, yet it carried an irresistible power:

"Children, brothers should be like brothers, love is the source of strength, love you, love your brothers and sisters, love everyone..."

The voice echoed on the battlefield like a huge bell. Every word seemed to carry a special magic, penetrating into everyone's heart and blood, making people feel warm.

As Dawa's voice sounded, Naga and Shesha seemed to be guided by some mysterious power. They no longer fought separately, but slowly intertwined with each other. Their bodies became tighter and tighter, forming an indestructible line of defense. Their scales rubbed against each other, making a crisp sound, as if playing a victory melody.

When Jiang Ping and Jiang Cheng's combined swords attacked, the sword energy cut through the void but failed to cut through the entangled snake bodies.

Then, countless heads twisted together, tightly gripping the combined swords. With a crisp "crack", the powerful swords were shredded and turned into countless fragments that scattered all over the ground. The metal fragments flashed coldly in the sunlight and fell one after another, like a metal rain.

Jiang Ping and Jiang Cheng spat out blood at the same time.

Blood spurted onto the broken swords in their hands, and both men had expressions of horror on their faces, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Before they could react, the sky darkened, and countless snake heads lined up in the sky like a thick black cloud. Two of the snake heads, whose heads they were, swallowed Jiang Ping and Jiang Cheng one by one.

Jiang Zifeng was stunned. When the countless snake heads faced him, he suddenly collapsed to the ground.