Outside the room.

I don't know when it was empty.

All the melon-eating people who were stranded on the scene before have retreated far away, and even the entire Dong Mansion has been cleared.

Yuan Buwei stood alone in the garden, his eyes faintly, as if he had seen what was happening inside through the doors and windows.

But he did not make any moves, but waited for the result.

Boom!

There was a loud bang.

A big hole broke through the roof, and a figure walking on the breeze and a golden light interspersed in the air.

"Wanbian Tianluo!"

As soon as the figure shouted, and when he opened his hands, he saw countless transparent wind blades appearing around his body. These blades gathered together and weaved into a huge net of blades.

In the center of the giant net, the golden light also revealed its true appearance, and it was a golden armored general.

Then this figure is naturally Mr. Dong.

As his heart moved.

Swish!!!

The wind blade was like a rain of arrows, all falling on the golden armored general.

There is no way to dodge the dense attacks, but the Golden Armor General has no intention of dodging.

He held up his sword, and rushed towards the figure against the wind blade and arrow rain, accompanied by the clanging sound of Ding Ling.

Dong!

The great sword burst out with dazzling light, rendering the golden armored general like a small sun.

Mr. Dong was slashed away by a big sword and fell directly from the air, setting a long gap on the ground.

puff!

Mr. Dong was in a mess, his back was completely worn out, and his whole body was covered in blood.

He finally sat up, and covered his chest and vomited a large mouthful of blood.

Suddenly, he felt a darkness on his head.

I saw a middle-aged man staring at him expressionlessly.

"Lord...Master, I'm defeated."

Mr. Dong lowered his head.

Yuan Buwei didn't speak.

But Mr. Dong was sweating coldly to the back of his head. The salty sweat stimulated the eroded flesh and blood, making him unable to help but groan.

Meng Yongyi said that their Thirteen Black Cloud Thieves suddenly disappeared, making it easier for him to find them.

But only a few people know that it was because they met a man when they met a Thirteenth Thieves of Black Cloud.

So from then on, there were no more Thirteen Black Clouds in the world.

Later, the man became his current master.

On the other side.

"Ouch!"

After a scream.

A muffled sound came from the door of the room, and a figure broke out into a big hole, rolled under Yuan Buwei's feet, and his feet were facing the sky.

I saw the figure raise his head and said with a miserable look on his face:

"Godfather, someone bullies me!"

Who else can this person besides Jiang Shang?

He was probably good at his strength. Without using the Black Evil Palm, he was kicked in the butt in a few moves and knocked out.

As for why you don’t use the Black Evil Palm.

That's because Jiang Shang thought of a very important question.

The iconic black evil palm is so strong that if he uses it, no one knows that he is the current boss of the black market, Blue Mall.

As an open identity, Jiang Shang felt that he needed to practice another set of martial arts to support the game.

Otherwise, the vest will exist, meaningless.

Of course, it is mainly because Yuan Gandad is outside, so he can experiment with his own fantasy ideas.

Otherwise, he would even use his energy to eat, and he would still think about hiding his weakness.

Mr. Dong, who was sweating coldly, saw Jiang Shang's performance and could not help but observe silent observation for his next outcome.

He knew his master's character.

That was so cruel and ruthless, decisive.

I want to act cute with him, but it doesn't exist.

After so many years, let alone women, not even a man, the master's heart has long been as hard as a stone.

Jiang Shang's actions will only aggravate his disgust in his master's heart.

Useless people are destined to be abandoned by their masters.

So what about the godson?

How could the owner's character be bound by a name?

Then……

Mr. Dong opened his mouth suddenly, and his chin almost fell to the ground.

I saw the expression on the master's face suddenly thawed, and he smiled at Jiang Shang and scolded:

"I'm pretending to be pitiful in front of my godfather, so why don't you get up quickly, or I'll kick you in the ass."

Bang!

The door was kicked open.

Meng Yongyi walked out, looking at two lying on the ground, and one was still standing, and he felt that he had already controlled the whole audience.

He sneered: "You are Yuan Buwei, the county magistrate here. I will give you a chance to surrender to me and kneel down, and I can stop killing you."

As soon as these words came out, even the storm stopped.

Mr. Dong and Jiang Shang looked at each other, silently raised their thumbs, and expressed the same meaning with their eyes.

‘I would like to call him the bravest!’

‘Same for me!’

Seeing that the three of them didn't say anything, Meng Yongyi snorted coldly:

"It seems that I don't cry until I see the coffin, the guardian general!"

A golden light flashed by, and the golden general held up his sword and hanged behind Meng Yongyi, making him look like an immortal god.

"Give him some good looks."

The golden general turned into golden light, flew through the void, and came straight towards Yuan Buwei.

I saw an ordinary palm gently grabbing the void, and the golden light came to an abrupt end, and the golden general was firmly grasped by his neck.

No matter how the guardian god has the power to move mountains, he can't escape under such a small palm, without the slightest power to fight back.

Meng Yongyi's expression changed and he said:

"The world is in the most extreme, the universe is borrowed from the magic of Qiankun, and the guardian gods will kill demons and eliminate demons!"

Then the guardian god saw the golden light shining on his body, emitting a flame-like golden light, as if he was going to burn all his sins.

But this hand is still slow.

He even just tried a little harder.

The burning golden light was suppressed, and the guardian god dimmed the luster of the armor on his body, as if he had experienced thousands of years in an instant.

The golden general turned into a faint golden light ball and was pinched by this hand.

Bang!

A dull sound.

A broken talisman fell with the wind. As soon as it landed, no fire spontaneously ignited and turned into ashes.

"My guardian god!"

Meng Yongyi screamed in a crash.
To be continued...