After recuperating in bed for more than half a year, it seemed that even the adult thought that Nalan Jinnian was a useless person, right? Such a battle could kill a so-called earth-grade master in the world. Unexpectedly, he, a heavenly master, had fallen to this point.

The killers were divided into three waves, finished font shapes, holding a sickle in one hand, and the other hand behind them was hiding flying knife poison needles and other objects. They were about fifteen steps ahead, first a wave of poison needle flying knife sneak attacks, and then a cylinder round battle. Jinnian could recite their tactics with his eyes closed.

This formation is about accidental. When poison needles are mixed in flying knives, it is easy for ordinary people to get into the Tao. After being poisoned, they will be killed by the wheel tactics. If they are earth-class, there is no luck. If the heavenly master is not like this, no matter whether the poison needle can hurt him. Even if it is injured, he will use his internal force to force out the poison.

Therefore, Jinnian sneered. This formation used to deal with the earth element should be regarded as a way to make him active!

Thinking of this, Jinnian turned over and got off the horse and slapped it on the horse's butt, indicating that the stupid horse would run farther and not be affected, and he would still rely on it to rush on it.

Those killers were not afraid of their faces, and seemed to have no idea that they were going to deal with someone who had once reached the threshold of a master of the heavenly grade.

The old man standing at the entrance of the village with an iron crutch looked complicated. He had worked with Jinnian and naturally knew that this person was capable. This time, Mr. Yang ordered these killers who could at most surround and kill land-level masters to deal with him, which was naturally a strategy to kill people with a knife.

But he didn't know whether the deceased soul that was about to besieged under the butcher's knife was to be attacked, had been sanctioned in Mr. Yang's mind.

There were about 60 or 70 people in the three-sided formation. They were wearing mixed clothes because they wanted to pretend to be villagers. At first glance, they looked like three patched rags, destroying their original momentum.

Jinnian held the sword in his hand, closed his eyes and counted silently. When everyone suddenly stopped and swung the poisonous needle of the flying sword, he was full of affection and danced the sword like a horse. The poisonous needles of the flying sword were led out by the sword force, and about half of them were thrown by such sticky and bandits, and shot straight into the unprepared killer lineup.

Another old man holding a single sword walked out of the house next to the old man at the entrance of the village. This man was slightly fatter than the previous man, with a white face and a big belly like Maitreya Buddha. I really don’t know how such a person practiced the sword technique, so I’m not afraid of cutting his belly when practicing the sword?

The old man like Maitreya Buddha patted the old man Tieguai on the shoulder: "Second, if you and I don't go to the formation, this formation may not trap this young master Nalan?"

The old man Tieguai sneered: "Lao San, are you lard in your mind? What kind of person is Nalan Jinnian? You and I know it clearly in your heart. No matter his lingering and unpredictable swordsmanship, even if you and I are simply competing with internal strength, who can beat him? What's more,..."

"What's more, he has a junior sister who has a magnificent sword skills and is willing to live for him." The fat old man laughed: "I naturally know that his junior sister, my brother, can't afford to provoke him. Isn't this watching his junior sister be away? This is a rare good time to take revenge."

The old man Tieguai looked at his third brother. To be honest, when the three of them defected from the Holy Sect, they defeated many martial arts masters with the formation of one flute, two knots, and three Maitreya, and were also famous figures in the world. Who would have thought that after joining that adult, they became thugs who specialize in the robber Nalan. Who among the Holy Sect is not a proud master, but after being shouted at by such a junior, they always have to collect some interest today. But he was afraid that Mr. Yang would be on the life and death book, so he drew a stroke of his brothers early.

The third brother, who is known as Fat Maitreya, patted his belly: "Dragon, if you are afraid, just retract yourself and let me teach this disabled lesson by myself. You don't have to take the kindness of venting your anger for you."

"roll!"
Chapter completed!