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Chapter 1868: The fierce battle in the middle of the mountain

In front of the villa in the Mid-mountain of the Emerald Valley, blood flowed everywhere.

The three figures covered in hats walked to the door of the villa step by step with blood.

"Who are you? Why are you so cruel to attack here?!"

Jianghe covered his abdomen with his hands, and blood flowed out from his fingers.

He looked pale, but he was still standing in front of the door of the villa in the Mid-mountain.

Behind him were Yang Zipei, Mu Kang, and Zhang Zihao who were also injured.

The three of them rushed to the front and were in the worst injuries.

These three dark shadows of unknown origin have demonstrated their terrifying strength and cruelty from the beginning of the fight.

The two, including Yang Zipei and Zhang Zihao, joined forces and could not even resist one of them.

Zhang Zihao's mouth was bleeding, as if his martial arts heart had suffered great trauma.

Yang Zipei also had a pale face and covered her chest with her hands. She had just been slapped on her chest by one of the black shadows. At that moment, she even felt that her heart was almost broken.

But fortunately, Zhang Zihao sneaked into the other party and resolved a lot of strength.

Otherwise, she would have become a corpse now and would not have been lying here at all.

But Zhang Zihao also paid a heavy price for this.

"I thought there was a dragon and tiger den in the south, which caused the Holy Temple, the Wu Alliance and the Ten Major Families to suffer such a big loss, and I was afraid of it."

"So, it turns out that it's all native chickens and tiled dogs."

A black shadow slowly walked up, his whole body was so powerful that he was full of contempt.

"Do you still want to get in my way?"

He slowly raised his head and looked at the river standing in front of him with blood bathed in his body.

"Even the Grand Master's realm has not been broken. Killing you will only dirty my hands. Get out of here!"

The black shadow did not show any movement. As soon as he finished speaking, the river seemed to be hit by a force of gravity! His waist bent, his body bowed like a shrimp, and then he flew backwards in an instant, spitting blood in the air, and then directly crashed into the garden.

"die!!!!!"

A roar of excitement suddenly erupted.

A pitch-black figure suddenly rushed up from the ground, turned into a sharp blade, and headed straight towards the black shadow.

"Also moveable? Interesting?"

The black shadow smiled coldly, his body did not dodge, and he suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed it towards the void!

"Bang!"

The figure shot in a flash was instantly nailed into the air.

Zhang Zihao's face turned red, and his neck was clenched tightly by the hand. He tried desperately to struggle and break free, but there was no effect.

"It's a good seedling, but unfortunately, there are too many seedlings like this in Chinese martial arts, so you can't even be considered a big deal."

"Die."

The black shadow issued a death-like order.

But just as he was about to clench his five fingers and directly kill the person in front of him who dared to challenge his majesty.

The black shadow frowned suddenly, and then slowly turned his head.

"Clang!"

A sharp blade was out of the sheath instantly tore open the coldness of the night, turning into a white light from the sky, like the dawn light, falling from the sky, piercing straight into the dark shadow's eyebrows.

"Sword Qi?!"

The black shadow snorted coldly and instantly threw Zhang Zihao out of his hand, and at the same time he retreated violently... "Bang!" The white light passed by and slashed straight on the ground, splashing dust all over the sky, instantly swept everyone in the field!

"The five elders of the Martial Alliance dispatched three people to bully a few small warriors and spread them out, which would make people all over the world laugh!"
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