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Chapter 1178: Stampede

Over the past hundred years, countless masters have entered Tianjian Villa, trying to kill the immortals and seize the immortal treasures, but no one has been able to get out of this extremely cold place with wind and snow.

If Yan Yu fails, there will be no difference between them and those people.

The final result was nothing more than being buried in heavy snow and the body sealed in ice.

No matter whether they succeeded or failed, they never expected that the immortal would disappear suddenly, just like he appeared suddenly, catching people off guard.

Yan Yu should be considered defeated.

As for whether they can get out of Tianjian Villa, it is still unknown.

"Xiao...xin..." Yan Yu's eyes widened, and he shouted this to the martial arts masters not far away with a harsh and unpleasant voice that seemed like his vocal cords were being torn apart.

In his eyes, a tall figure suddenly appeared behind several people.

But those martial arts masters were completely unaware at this moment, looking towards Lang Hao and others.

Due to the lack of true energy support, Yan Yu's voice dissipated in the wind and snow before it could reach dozens of meters.

The tall figure raised his sword and lowered it. There were five martial arts masters around him, and five heads rose into the sky.

Yan Yu's eyes were about to split. He never thought that this immortal would be so shameless.

At this time, a strong wind blew, and the sky was filled with snow and wind, blocking the view.

When the wind and snow passed by, I saw the figure of a tall immortal somewhere in my eyes.

Yan Yu was filled with anger and anger, but unfortunately his meridians had been damaged and he couldn't raise any energy at the moment. As soon as he took a step, his feet slipped, his center of gravity became unstable, and he fell to the ground in an extremely embarrassed state.

In the distance, Lang Hao was shocked when he saw the situation here through the wind and snow.

The tall figure suddenly appeared, beheaded five people, and then disappeared suddenly. Lang Hao admitted that with his own strength, he simply couldn't do it.

After all, they were five eighth-level masters of martial arts. Even in a windy and snowy environment, their perception ability could cover several battles away from them.

Even for a strong ninth-level martial artist, it is extremely difficult to kill five eighth-level martial arts masters silently.

However, since we have decided to enter Tianjian Villa, and Yan Yu and others are right in front of us, there is no reason to back down.

That tall figure suddenly reappeared, beheading three more people in the snow and wind.

Seeing this, Lang Hao was furious, and immediately mobilized his true energy, stepping on the snow without leaving a trace, stepping on the strong wind, and in the blink of an eye he turned over the deep mark made by the sword.

Just when Lang Hao crossed the deep mark, out of curiosity, he lowered his head slightly and glanced inside the deep mark.

Just this glance caused the true energy in Lang Hao's body to instantly show signs of disorder.

Fortunately, this was not the first time that Lang Hao had left the valley and traveled around the world. His hands were stained with the blood of many martial arts masters. He finally stabilized his mentality and crossed the deep marks without any pause.

However, even though the person passed by, the scene of deep marks, broken limbs, and jagged piles of limbs was still imprinted in his mind, and he could not get rid of it.

Lang Hao had just planned to approach six martial arts masters standing together dozens of meters away.

It was not just intentional, it was just a coincidence, but behind the six people, ripple-like fluctuations appeared in the space, and a tall figure suddenly appeared suddenly!

The eyes of the six people were still on Lang Hao, who was floating over. They were completely unaware of the murderous intention behind them.

However, this scene was caught by Lang Hao's eyes.

Lang Hao's eyes widened, completely ignoring whether he would be hurt. The energy in his body exploded under his feet, and he rushed towards the six people like a cannonball.

As his body flew out, Lang Hao reached for his lower back with both hands.

The sound of metal rubbing against each other was heard, and the next moment, two silver-white nunchucks were taken out from behind Lang Hao's waist.

The six of them could only feel that their eyes were blurred, and they had no idea why Senior Lang Hao suddenly broke out murderous intent towards them and others.

However, they still subconsciously dispersed to the side.

The next moment, Lang Hao's figure had already arrived beside them.

"Clang!"

With a crisp sound, the nunchaku hit the kitchen knife and blocked it.

Just after the first confrontation, Lang Hao's expression changed.

Just now, in a hurry, he used both hands to wave his stick at the same time to fend off the weird kitchen knife that had an awe-inspiring blade, but didn't leak any breath.

At this moment, he only felt that his hands were numb and his eyes were skipped. Lang Hao was surprised to find that traces of blood were flowing from the tiger's mouth of his hands.

Lang Hao retreated, but the tall figure showed no intention of pursuing him.

However, Lang Hao's retreat was just for the next fierce attack.

When retreating, Lang Hao stretched out his hands, and the four metal rods were stretched into a straight line in front of him.

Due to the traction of Zhenqi, the two nunchucks instantly floated in front of Lang Hao. Lang Hao held the right stick tail with his left hand, where a metal chain was wrapped around it.

Lang Hao skillfully grabbed the head of the chain and pulled it. Under his pull, the metal chain rotated along the stick body, wrapping the four sections of the stick around it from right to left.

The four sticks were combined into one, Lang Hao's left hand reached to the left side of his waist, and in the blink of an eye he pulled out a bright spear head like magic.

Three ninth-level martial arts masters from Luoxia Valley traveled across the mainland and defeated the remnants of the Sky Eagle Alliance.

Everyone only knows that Lang Hao, a ninth-level master, is good at using two weird double-jointed iron rods, but they don't know that the iron rod is actually a steel gun!

When martial artists practice large guns, they pay attention to soft poles and hard spear heads. If a large spear uses a metal hard pole, not only will the flexibility be greatly reduced, but when it is danced, the force will not be released smoothly, which will cause a burden on the user.

However, Lang Hao's steel gun was not made of ordinary steel, but made of meteorite iron.

The metal chain wrapped around the gun body is not just for reinforcement. The inside of the metal chain is wrapped with animal sinews used to make bow strings, which can relieve the force of the backlash during battle.

As his palms turned over, Lang Hao had already used a very tricky technique to place the tip of the gun on the barrel of the gun.

It took only a few breaths for Lang Hao to complete this series of actions and "transform" the two nunchucks into a steel gun.

But at this time, the tall figure did not suddenly disappear again, but just stood there, watching Lang Hao.

Since his eyes were always glowing with green light, Lang Hao couldn't tell at this moment what kind of eyes he was looking at himself with.

However, thinking about the identity of the other party, it is most likely the evil fairy. Perhaps my actions, in the eyes of the other party, are just ridiculous acrobatics.
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