Legend of Meow Immortal

good chance!

The eyes of the third hand who was hiding behind the pile of stones lit up, and without any hesitation, he turned his hand and knocked out the stone in his hand.

The three stones followed a strange trajectory and were struck out silently.

It's like a drop of water falling into the lake, making it hard to notice.

Tang Tang couldn't help but glanced sideways, the face of the third hand over there was slightly pale, and he secretly thought of the powerful hidden weapon technique in his heart.

In terms of the figure of the third hand, Tang Tang did not believe that he would be a thief at all. Shouldn't the thief be of the small/qiao/ling/long type?

But with the emergence of the hidden weapon technique of the third hand, Tang Tang is somewhat convinced.

If a person with such concealed skills is really going to be a thief, he must be a great thief.

Maybe this third hand is still a celebrity in the mortal world.

After all, there are not many people with advanced skills.

The scholar's hand was white and transparent, and there was a circular white light imprint on the center of his palm.

This is the sixth move of the martial arts skill Hanmei Qishou he practiced - Beng Yu!

Although it is not the strongest move of Sammei's Seven Hands, it is a move for the scholar to gain the true meaning of the move.

Get the true meaning of the move, the power is enough to double.

He was confident that he would kill Luo Yu with one move.

However, the moment his palm was about to touch Luo Yu, a stone hit his palm directly, and the mark of the collapsed jade exploded in an instant, directly sending Luo Yu flying, but it could not kill him.

The stone shattered in an instant, the scholar lost control of his moves, his internal qi was reversed in one breath, his chest was painful, and he almost vomited/blood.

Before he could react, another stone appeared quietly and hit him directly in the middle of his chest, violently shaking the reversed inner energy he had suppressed just now, the scholar couldn't hold back, and spit out a Mouth blood.

At this moment, his body's internal energy defense has been reduced to the lowest level.

With a sound of bumping, the last stone hit the scholar's right temple, and he had no way to defend himself, and fell down as soon as his eyes were dark.

Seeing that it is impossible to survive.

Sanshou, who had been holding his breath all the time, let go of the control and panted heavily.

This hidden weapon skill may seem simple at first glance, but the mental consumption involved is not something that just one person can bear.

There was no trace of a smile on the corner of Feng Ruo's mouth, and he looked back at Sanshou, and it really was him.

At the same time, a line of reminders floated up on the ground, but the first wave of blocking has passed.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, looked at each other, shook their heads and smiled wryly.

This first wave of blocking looked easy, but it became complicated and confusing because of the indeterminate identity of Ma Luokher.

One wrong choice can lead to a total loss.

If it weren't for the fact that several of them were veterans, they might have fallen into the trap and killed them all.

In this way, everyone couldn't help but shuddered, and felt a chill in their hearts, and they were a little more afraid of the master of Taoism.

The thin old man below pulled out a short knife from behind, walked to the place where the scholar fell, and slashed at the neck.

Then he turned his head to look in the direction where Luo Yu fell, and said bitterly, "Why are you doing this? You had a chance to escape."

Luo Yu stood up unsteadily, coughed, spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, wiped his mouth, "You are my uncle... I can't do it..."

This time, even if there is no explanation, everyone understands who is Ma Luokher.

Perhaps before this, it was indeed Luo Luoyu, the god of arrows, who betrayed the Moluo religion.

But in the middle, it was replaced by Marakhal.

If you didn't guess wrong, it must be the hand of Wan Biantian Luo.

This approach is simply wonderful, if there is no mistake, Mo Luohaoer will definitely be able to survive smoothly.

Because his ostensible identity is already a traitor.

It's just a pity that Mo Luohaoer couldn't bear it, and finally made a move, cutting off his life.

I'm afraid this is the normal development of things... If you are ruthless, you can live... If you have feelings, you will have no life...

The story is too cold, Tang Tang really doesn't like it at all.

He looked at Moro Har, this man was a lover, and he had the urge to take the initiative to save this man.

Even Feng Ruo and the others had a smile on their faces.

Perhaps the things that the master of Yan Dao wants to do are not so annoying.

"Can you all come out?" The old man turned his head to look at the pile of rocks on the side of the mountain, and said hoarsely.

Morohar staggered to the old man's side, his eyes wary.

A group of people naturally walked out slowly from behind the pile of rocks. Now that the protagonist is determined, it is meaningless for them to hide any longer. After all, although the martial arts in this world are very strange and somewhat threatening, but In contrast, everyone still believes in their own strength.

This time, seven people came out sparsely, and the two people below couldn't help being stunned. They never thought that there would be so many people.

And looking at the costumes of these seven people, they are obviously different from Qi Guo, and they look very strange.

"This is Wanchang Tianluo, right? I've admired him for a long time. This ever-changing method is really amazing." Feng Ruo took a step forward and said proactively.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" The old man continued to ask without denying it.

Before he could finish speaking, he heard someone clapping his hands and saying, "Are you Marohar? Very good, I appreciate you very much."

The old man and Mo Luohuer looked in the direction of the voice, but saw a woman with a graceful figure and said with a smile, although her appearance could only be described as delicate, but for some reason, seeing this smile gave people a smile. An indescribable overbearing beauty.

Mo Luo'er blushed and took a step back.

At this moment, the middle-aged man who fell on the ground also stood up slowly, stretched out his hand and pulled out the arrow on his body. There was only a shallow blood pit on his body, which was completely different from the injury seen on the surface. Just scratches.

This middle-aged man's skin is copper-yellow, revealing the luster of metal faintly, and he should have practiced extraordinary skills in foreign sects.

The arrow just now probably hit him where he was strongest, so the so-called coma should be because he took the initiative to hold his breath.

Otherwise, how could he deceive the scholar.

It's a pity that his acting skills are so superb that he even lost his life. Although he has deceived the scholar, such a sacrifice was in vain when Mo Luokher gave up his identity as Luo Yu.

As soon as the man stood up, he saw the scholar with his body and head separated, his expression changed drastically, and he was about to talk to the old man or Mo Luohar, but he was surprised by the seven people standing in the distance.

"What's going on?" After a moment of silence, he walked to the side of the old man and asked softly.

The old man waved his hand, [Not an enemy, not a friend...] The sound transmission entered the secret path.

"Hey, you still blush? Such a man is rare. If there is one less, there will be no one. I must take good care of it."

"We'll save your life." Qiangwei said indifferently as if she didn't see the doubts of the old man and the middle-aged man.

Mo Luohaoer suppressed the slightly turbulent mood, and looked at Qiangwei steadfastly, "Miss, are you serious?"

"I, Qiangwei, have never taken my word for it." Qiangwei did not dodge at all, looked at Mo Luohao'er, and said seriously.

The two of them were silent for a moment, but they saw Mo Luohaoer bowed his hands, "Then I will trouble everyone."

The old man and the middle-aged man didn't speak, but looked at everyone with unbelief.

In their view, this escape route, no matter whether the seven of them are enemies or friends, may have something to use.

Tang Tang glanced at Qiangwei, and admired in his heart, this woman is so powerful, she controlled the audience with just a few words, which made him feel admiration.

Even Yang Fan, who had been silent all this time, couldn't help but look at Qiangwei more.

Only Feng Ruo wasn't surprised at all, it seemed that all of this was within his expectation.

Although the three people on the side of Moluohuer agreed to the help of everyone, they did not talk about it in detail, but went directly to the deeper part of the mountain path.

Because several people were injured, the speed was not too fast.

The seven didn't follow directly, but Qiangwei and Fengruo followed behind. They were the two strongest, so they should follow just in case.

Sanshou, Tangtang and Yangfan hid on the side of the mountain road and walked in the front.

Tangtang's perception ability has been demonstrated, and the third hand is a thief, perception should not be inferior.

As for Yang Fan who said he was good at medicine and food, how could his perception of refining medicine be weak?

Jingru and Huan'er are the weakest.So they were neither the first nor the last, but on the other side of the mountain road, separated by a distance of several meters, walking shoulder to shoulder.

After walking forward for about a stick of incense, the mountain road became more and more rugged and steep. Fortunately, it did not hinder the people too much. On the contrary, this kind of difficult-to-hide area made people feel at ease.

But before people could relax, a crisp whistle was heard in everyone's ears.

That was the warning that Tang Tang had agreed with everyone.

Feng Ruo and the others tightened their expressions, and started the second wave of blocking so soon?

Qiangwei frowned, her figure changed, like a wisp of green smoke drifting forward.

The expressions of the three of Moluo'er changed, they had never heard of this ethereal movement, let alone seen it.

It passed right under their noses, and got in front of them?

Incredible.

What kind of exercise, what kind of footwork is this?

If this woman is really an enemy and not a friend, can they escape such an assassination?

Mo Luohaoer's expression changed, if they really wanted to face each other, I am afraid that the only way to hurt this woman is to die together.

Thinking this way, my heart felt relieved. If this woman is so powerful, then the remaining few people may not be easy. If they are really opponents, they don't need any tricks at all, just crush them directly.

In this way, the possibility that they are enemies can be ruled out.

Just after leaving the rugged part of the mountain road, everyone immediately saw a group of people who had no intention of hiding.

This group of people looked indifferent, with dumbfounded eyes, holding weapons in their left and right hands, and even biting daggers in their mouths.

When he saw the figures of the crowd, he let out a strange breath and rushed forward suddenly.

The old man was well-informed, and immediately shouted, "Be careful! These are the puppets of the dead soldiers of the Tian Que cult. They are already the living dead. They are manipulated without pain, and they can only die by beheading three breaths!"