This group of fake guarding disciples never thought that a mere handyman disciple would see through them, and he even dared to make the first move. What was even more unexpected was that Wang Yan's attack was so decisive and swift. After shaking the iron chain twice in a row, the group of fake guarding disciples was still busy stabilizing their bodies, but the leader was already dead.
"Courting death!"
Seeing the leader's body sliding down from the bridge, several people behind him were furious. They drew their swords and charged forward. Among them, the fair-skinned man whom Wang Yan killed in the mine was the most impulsive. This guy pulled out the long sword from his back, then he leaped up with his left foot. Following that, he stepped on the iron chain beside him with his right foot and flew over the heads of the people in front of him like a big bird. Then, he shook the long sword in his hand and slashed at Wang Yan!
In the face of such a situation, Wang Yan did not panic at all. After killing the leader, he immediately adjusted his position. One hand was still holding the iron chain under the wooden board, and his whole body was facing the fake guarding disciple. His left and right legs were wide open, and both feet were hooked on the edge of the wooden board on the bridge. In this way, Wang Yan was like a huge toad, firmly lying on the iron chain bridge.
Seeing the fair-skinned man's sword coming from the air, Wang Yan's hand that was holding the iron chain pushed up. His upper body was lifted up as if he was offering his neck to the opponent's sword. However, in the next moment, Wang Yan's other hand raised up. "Hua", under a slight sound, the white powder exploded in the sky. With the whistling strong wind, most of the powder rolled toward the fair-skinned man.
"Ah!"
The fair-skinned man rushed too fast, and the strong wind rolled the lime powder into his eyes almost instantly. He immediately screamed, and his body, which was originally like a big bird flying away, immediately fell down from the air to the iron chain bridge in a flurry.
Wang Yan frowned and looked at everything in front of him like an eagle. At the moment when the fair-skinned man's left foot touched the wooden board on the bridge, his hand hidden under the wooden board gripped the iron chain tightly and pulled it hard.
Clang, clang.
The sound of the iron chain swaying seemed to have turned into the sound of death. The fair-skinned man completely lost his center of gravity and balance in the violent swaying. He fell forward uncontrollably and covered his eyes with his hands. In this situation, Wang Yan's sword pierced into the fair-skinned man's throat without any resistance. The fair-skinned man died in Wang Yan's hands for the second time.
Whoosh! The sword was withdrawn, and the corpse fell to the ground, rolling down the iron chain bridge. Wang Yan's second kill!
In such a short period of time, two people died consecutively. Those fake gatekeepers who stabilized themselves did not dare to move forward for a moment. In their eyes, Wang Yan, who was lying on the iron chain bridge, was no longer a handyman disciple, but a gatekeeper boss. In such a special environment, compared to them who were not good at Qing Gong, Wang Yan was really a gatekeeper!
For a moment, these fake gatekeepers were in a dilemma. Wang Yan maintained his toad-like posture on the bridge and stared at the group of people in front of him like an eagle. However, this situation did not last long. After a few breaths, a deep and hoarse voice came from the flying rock.
"What happened?"
Before the person arrived, the voice arrived first. Before the voice died away, the person had already arrived.
Before the word "matter" was finished, Wang Yan saw a figure coming from afar. In just a few leaps, the figure had already arrived on the bridge. When the last word was finished, a dignified man wearing a black Qilin robe and a golden crown landed lightly six to seven meters away from Wang Yan like a spinning leaf. However, the moment his feet landed on the wooden board of the iron chain bridge, two muffled sounds were heard. Cracks appeared on the wooden board under his feet. The iron chain bridge that was originally swaying seemed to have suddenly been fixed, hanging steadily in the air without swaying at all.
Lifting heavy things as if they were light, lifting light things as if they were heavy. This dignified man's Qing Gong was actually so high!
Wang Yanwan did not expect that the fake disciple guarding the mountain would be followed by such a character. He knew that with just this kind of qinggong, he would not be able to fight against such a character. Small tricks like shaking the iron chains and scattering lime powder would not have any effect on these people.
Thinking of this, Wang Yi immediately withdrew his hand that had passed through the hole in the wooden board. Then he rolled sideways against the wooden board and actually rolled down the iron chain bridge.
Wang Yan's reaction was already extremely fast. However, before he rolled down the iron chain bridge, he heard a thunderous voice in his ears!
"Can you … run away!"
When the word "can" entered his ears, Wang Yan suddenly felt as if his head was about to be torn apart. In the pain as if his bones and marrow were being dug out, his consciousness quickly became blurred. He fell from the iron chain bridge in a daze and fell straight down the Ice Moon Cold Lake under the bridge.
On the iron chain bridge, the dignified man in the Qilin robe withdrew his gaze when he saw Wang Yan falling straight down. His expression was indifferent, as if he had just stepped on an ant and did not care about it at all.
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Beside the pool that was shrouded in white mist, a young woman wearing a silk dress with black hair draped over her shoulders sat cross-legged on a white jade disc that was several meters square with her eyes closed. Every time this woman breathed in and out, the surrounding white mist would be sucked into her nose and mouth. It was obvious that this young woman was cultivating some kind of special inner force mental cultivation method.
Suddenly, the young woman's breathing stopped, and then she suddenly opened her eyes and looked up. She said with some surprise, "Huh? Devil Heart Nirvana Roar? "
The top of the pool was full of white mist, covering the sky and the sun. Naturally, the young woman's eyes could not see through it. But before she withdrew her gaze, a figure came out of the white mist and then fell straight into the pool.
"Bang!"
The huge waves rolled up the thicker mist, and the figure that fell into the pool disappeared instantly. The young woman frowned slightly and whispered, "Uncle Guibo."
Before her voice died away, a breeze rolled up, and at the same time, a thin man in gray clothes with an iron mask on his face and empty sleeves appeared beside the young woman as if out of thin air.
After this man appeared, he did not speak, but just stood quietly not far from the young woman. The young woman was not surprised, and just said, "Uncle Guibo, was that the Devil Heart Nirvana Roar from the Great Freedom Sect of Qiyun Continent?"
The strange man in the iron mask still did not speak, but just nodded. Seeing this, the young woman asked again, "Why did these demons appear in the mountain gate of my Aojian Villa?"
"The Golden Light Cave."
The strange masked man finally spoke, but he was a man of few words. The young woman heard it and murmured, "Yes, it is indeed the opening day of the Golden Light Cave. If those stubborn old people in the sect still want to adhere to the old rules, I am afraid that the old thing from fifty years ago will happen again. It seems that the sect will be in chaos for a while."
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