Xiao Fei and Mu Xiaodie have never heard of this sword technique called Tiangang Sword. Logically speaking, there should be rumors in the world that are the most yang and tough in the world, and there should be records in the Eagle Nest, but they have never seen any related introductions in any classics.

Luo Yifei had seen it. It was his first time to go to the Owl Villa with Tang Ning. During his adventure in the haunted house, he saw Tang Ning performing it. It was golden and beautiful. But he didn't feel it was particularly powerful.

Zhou Yu and Jiang Tao were first to follow Tang Ning. They had an impression of Tang Ning when they were facing the enemy more than once, but they had no idea how powerful they were. And they also knew that this sword technique was not strictly speaking, the unique skills of the Meihua Sanshou Sect. It belonged to Tang Ning's aunt, that is, the personal personal skills of the demon fox Zhang Xiaohua. Whoever wants to learn it must be recognized by the aunt, and so far, only Tang Ning has learned it. The truly unique sword technique.

In addition, I heard Tang Ning vaguely mention that although he learned the Tiangang Sword, he also inherited some troubles and enemies. These troubles are related to the enemy and his aunt, and even more related to the Tiangang Sword. He is not clear about what kind of grievances and grievances are there, but more than one person has advised him that when he is not strong enough, he should never show the Tiangang Sword in front of outsiders at will. Because once someone discovers that the Tiangang Sword reappears in the world, there will be a steady stream of big troubles and enemies coming to him.

Speaking of which, since Tang Ning left his hometown, he has been using the Tiangang Sword the most frequently. It seems that he will not have any other skills except this. He listened to his tone of speaking so proudly. Perhaps it is not just confidence, but confidence.

The few people temporarily let go of their hearts. At this time, no matter whether they really believe it from the bottom of their hearts or not, they can only choose to believe him.

Tang Ning fought against the next person alone, and the rest of the people were in their hearts. They tried to kill the enemy in the shortest time and then resolve the battle. Whether it was support or surround the formation, they could not let him be in danger. They thought so in their hearts, but no one said it, and they were holding it in their hearts.

With Tang Ning waved his hand, he ordered in a hurry, "Action!"

The six people rushed forward and slid forward on the snow. The bodies were lying on the snow. The snow foams pushed up in front of them flew up, dyeing their heads and faces, and long slippers flowing from behind them. They all controlled the leakage of their own breath, and they did not dare to be careless. Western thugs do not have the spiritual consciousness of Eastern thugs, but they could be spiritually aware and could increase the sensitivity of their senses to more than ten times or even dozens of times that of ordinary people. The higher the cultivation level, the greater the range of sensing. Divine consciousness is a unique skill of Western masters. It is similar to the spiritual consciousness of the East. But in some aspects, it is more practical. Because after the spiritual consciousness is solidified, it can fight directly in a physical way. That is, the summoning gods collectively known as the Western world. The gods are believed in, and the gods are condensed from the image of which gods are condensed. For example, the pope, when he displays his divine consciousness, he summons the image of an angel.

When they reached the predetermined attack position, the few people basically turned into snowmen, and most of their bodies were covered with snow. The way of hiding was very good. Not to mention the darkness, it was not easy to be discovered even in broad daylight. The premise was to ignore the long sliding marks behind them.

Jiang Tao took off the grenade hanging on his chest, a total of four. He held one in his mouth, pinched two with his left hand, and held the pull ring of the grenade in his palm with his index finger. He was ready to throw it. Zhou Yu also took off the grenade and held it in his hand, and was also ready to throw it for the second round.

Tang Ning's clear voice sounded in their minds, "Jiang Tao, look at the birch on the west, the seventh tomb, the fourteenth tomb and the nineteenth tomb, blowing the three tombs at the fastest speed."

Jiang Tao gathered his eyes and saw it. At the same time, he also faintly felt the rich dead energy condensed by the three graves. Jiang Tao could not transmit the sound of spiritual consciousness, so he could only suppress the sound very low, like a mosquito buzzing, "If the three bastards were hiding there, it would be OK, but I'm afraid they would not cause much harm to the people hiding inside?"

Jiang Tao's concerns make sense. The grave bag looks like it covers nearly three meters of area, which is larger than the surrounding earthen graves. The coal ash slag is piled up. In this cold weather, the thick coal ash slag is very strong and hard. Even if you use an iron pick, you can't dig a large pit with one pick. At most, the size of a bowl. This is still strong, and if you have a smaller force, you have to shake the pickaxe.

"Hmph, produced by Eagle Nest, do you think it will be that simple, and it can only be a little bit powerful? Don't worry, I promise that the guy in your hand is better than m67."

Jiang Tao grinned, smiled fiercely, licked his lips, slowly raised his upper body, and half squatted on the ground.

Tang Ning shouted, "Hit", Jiang Tao exerted force on his waist, swung his arms and drew an arc, and flew out of his hand. Immediately afterwards, he threw out all the remaining three grenades at an indescribable speed. The thunder throwing posture was standard and his movements were extremely quick.

After Jiang Tao threw all the grenades out, the movement interval was about one second, and Zhou Yu followed up. The action of throwing lightning was also very skillful. The same four grenades came out of their hands in a coherent manner.

Boom boom boom boom... The earth-shaking loud noise, the earth trembled.

The explosion of fire was extremely dazzling in the night. The fire was not red, but white. The extremely dazzling white light shook so that people could hardly open their eyes, like a flash bomb.

At the same time, the six black shadows that jumped out of the snow shot over like arrows that broke out from the string. The fighting spirit surged, and the murderous spirit was unprecedentedly strong, covering the sky and pressing down forward.

A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger, and fights bravely today!

The distance between sixty meters is not close, or far away. In the eyes of the Qimen monks, this distance is only two or three breaths, and it can be said that it is coming in a flash. The smoke of gunpowder produced by the explosion has not dissipated, and the special smell of nitrification is pungent.

The power of the grenade was much greater than expected, and the target site was completely blown into three large pits. There were coffins that were smashed, and the corpses in the coffin were blown up and scattered around.

There were three black shadows in the undispersed smoke. They had just stood firm. The body was broken and blood was covered in the body. There was almost no good place. Some muscles were flipping, and some bones were exposed. But what was strange was that the blood flowing from these wounds gradually stopped, and the flesh was squirming and slowly healing.

The black shadow's bloody face was not visible or expressionless, but his eyes were shocked and angry. His pupils were green and oily, as deep as ghost fire. His Adam's apple trembled, and his mouth made a whimpering sound that sounded rapid but rhythmic. A strange noise was heard around the cemetery. The rhythm became more and more rapid, and gradually became irritable and messy. The louder and louder sounds were heard, like a storm. It was coming from the ground. Large grey gas emitting a rotten smell spread out from the graves and rushed towards the three black shadows.

Death energy is essentially different from corpse energy. Death energy can be said to be the source of the power of the necromancer. Using the death energy can communicate with hell, and a large amount of death energy can directly summon the death knight from hell. However, the corpse energy is different. Although the necromancers have been with the dead corpse for many years and use the souls that have not dispersed to build an altar, practice and practice, they also hate corpse energy. Corpse energy is equivalent to drugs, and it is useful and has great side effects. The injury seems unobstructed for the time being, and it is no different from intact, but after the time within the limit, the injury will recur, and it is even more serious than before. Therefore, they use corpse energy to heal the wound at this time, and it is undoubtedly a way to drink poison to quench thirst, but they have no choice.

The attack came too suddenly, and there was no notice in advance, and I didn't expect that the other party would despicable use of heat/weapons and bombs. Abominable Chinese and despicable Chinese. Are you not afraid of losing face in the world of cultivation using this weapon?

No, this loss is too unfair and you must take revenge!

The three of them came from the same small family in Western Europe who was proficient in black witchcraft. Their ancestors had gloriousness, but since all the family elites fell on the Eastern continent, this family that once had a prominent place in Western Europe began to decline. They also became mercenaries who rely on taking on tasks to survive. The rewards for coming to China are very generous, and they are willing to come.

They firmly believe that in this land where the ancestors had fought before returning to the embrace of the god of death and darkness, Eribos, they would definitely feel the breath of their ancestors, bringing death and darkness to the Chinese, they could avenge their deceased ancestors and earn generous rewards. This mission was great.

However, the speed and difficulty of the Chinese Secret Service exceeded their imagination. Four good players were defeated by half of the mission goal of this trip. The rest were injured, and it would be difficult for them to escape temporarily and wait for the opportunity at the same time.

This cemetery was discovered by chance. For the warlocks who specialize in the necromancers in black witchcraft, the cemetery is their paradise. The corpse is their partner. Moreover, this cemetery is large, with hundreds of tombs, and the rich dead energy can restore them to their best state and also help hide.

But unexpectedly, he struggled to open the frozen hard and compact grave bag and smashed it open to the coffin and hide it in and disguised the appearance. Less than two hours later, the pursuers arrived. And they also gave them a hot meal. The original injuries had just improved a little, but they were blown to half-dead again.

They also expected this after the explosion, so they had to use poison to quench thirst by using corpse qi to heal the wound.

Unfortunately, the pursuers did not give them a chance.
Chapter completed!