Chapter 339

"You're really smart. If it hadn't been for Qin Ming, you would have killed the Qin family." Qin Ming nodded, "but now that I have Qin Ming here, the Qin family will be safe and sound. The only one who has been destroyed may be your family."

"I'm not ashamed of it!" The middle-aged man put the knife up and rushed towards Qin Ming. A big knife was held up in the sky. When he reached Qin Ming, he suddenly chopped it down.

The old man behind the middle-aged man stares at the white long shirt huayuzong disciple, ready at any time.

Wearing a long white shirt, Hua Yuzong's disciple looked at the old man with golden hands and did not mean to intercept him.

Just when both the middle-aged and the old man with golden hands thought that Qin Ming had been dismembered like this, another disciple of Huayu sect struck the middle-aged man's broadsword like lightning.

"Wuzong!" The middle-aged man felt the strength of the broadsword, and his heart suddenly jumped.

The boy in white just now is Wuzong, and this one is Wuzong. So there are several teenagers behind Qin Ming, aren't they Wuzong?

Qin Ming waved his hand: "all these people have been solved, no one left."

"Yes, Lord!" They said respectfully.

"Lord?" Middle aged people are very frightened. These people are not a clan, are they?

Looking at these young unified weapons, the middle-aged people secretly complain. Unexpectedly, the young leader of the Qin family joined the clan and became the leader of the clan.

Is the Qin family too hidden?

If the Qin family exposed their real strength at will, he would dare to challenge them when he ate too much. He would have been far away.

"Master Qin." The middle-aged man begged for mercy and said, "I don't know Mount Tai because I have eyes. All these spiritual stone resources are for you. I just want you to give us a way to live in Zhangjiakou."

The disciples of the Huayu clan didn't care about the middle-aged people asking for mercy. Since the master didn't say stop, they would never stop.

The middle-aged man and the old man with golden hands had no time to beg for mercy. Two disciples of Huayu sect had already started to attack. They could not be separated from each other.

Two Huayu sect disciples attack, and the other disciples plunder the array to prevent other Zhangjia people from escaping. Qin Ming watches.

The disciples of the Huayu clan seldom fight with martial artists of the same level. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the two disciples made a lively fight, and Qin Ming nodded secretly.

Hua Yu Zong's disciples in white long clothes were not used to attacking each other. They were held by the old man's golden palm for several times and suffered from some dark losses. However, with the increase of the number of attacks, the disciples became more and more skilled, and followed the old man in both directions.

With the spirit skill of heaven level, the disciple gradually suppressed the old man's golden hand, killing the old man back and forth.

At the same time, the middle-aged man with the long sword was completely suppressed by another Huayu sect disciple, and he had no counterattack power at all.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my seven old men just came to help boxing. The spirit stones are all here. I will quit now." The old man was stabbed by the children of huayuzong, and was injured on the spot. He quickly begged for mercy and wanted to give all the spirit stones to Qin ming to let him go.

"If you take money, you have to do things for others. How can you give up halfway?" Qin Ming said with a smile that it was not so easy to leave the spirit stone alive.

If it's Qin Ming who is defeated now, these people will never let him go. If they want to leave a little Lingshi, they will leave everything behind. There is no such good thing in the world.

"I'll fight with you!" When the middle-aged saw that the seven elders began to beg for mercy, they knew that if they didn't work hard, they would stay here today. They immediately bit their teeth and no longer cared about the long sword they had stabbed. They slashed a big knife at the disciples of the Huayu sect. It turned out that they would die together.

The middle-aged man obviously did his best. The power of the broadsword was strong and heavy, and he could not die or be broken when he was being chopped. No, look at the position the broadsword is aimed at, and the chopping is a dead word.

And the thin sword of the disciples of Huayu sect is very likely to live even if it is stabbed.

When the disciples of Hua Yu sect, who were fighting against middle-aged people, had seen such a cruel man, his heart suddenly trembled. His hands were slow for a moment, and it was too late to dodge.

"Poof." The two Huayu sect disciples who stood beside and plundered the array no longer hesitated. One of them dodged, the other stabbed the middle-aged man's throat with a sword, and the other one drew the middle-aged man's broadsword to the side.

"All Wuzong!" The middle-aged man reluctantly looked at the thin sword in his throat and fell down.