Gao Huan looked at the car in front of the tent, and the car suddenly shattered.

It wasn't his eyes that were so powerful.

In the sky full of wood chips and smoke, the head of Qiushan's family slashed with a sword.

He is the strong man at the peak of Juxing, the sword is the reverse scale that Qiushan Jun insisted on him to carry, and it is also the top of the hundreds of weapons list.

The cold and solemn sword light headed towards the top of the tent, Gao Huan moved slightly and came to the ground.

His expression did not change at all, nor did he attack the head of the Akiyama family.

He was imprisoned at the bottom of the abyss for seven hundred years without seeing the sun, moon and stars. He was very unfamiliar with the current world and the strong people in this world.

He will only divide the people he sees into two types, those he knows and those he does not know.

An old friend who can live like him for so many years is naturally worthy of being vigilant, while others are not qualified to waste his spirit.

The sword was useless, but the head of the Qiushan family did not look ashamed, nor was he angry, and retreated into the smoke and dust.

With a light bang, a middle-aged man with an ordinary servant stepped on a small copper wine pot on the ground.

At the same time, the middle-aged man's fist came to Gao Huan's eyes.

Gao Huan's expression was slightly different and he had some reaction.

With a light bang, three cracks emerged from the ground where he stood.

At the same time, his hand held the fist.

The middle-aged man was worshipped by the Akiyama family. His realm was already half a step away. A fist that he hit with all his strength was easily held in his hand by Gao Huan.

The gap between this state cannot be made up for by courage and strategy.

The Qiushan family worshiper's face was pale, and there seemed to be a burning gold fire in his pupils. A clear whistle sounded and retreated quickly to the rear.

Dozens of white turbulent currents appeared in the air, making a deafening sound of bursting.

The Qiushan family worshiper groaned, broke into the grain truck, and landed on the ground hundreds of feet away. His clothes were covered with blood, and I don’t know how many bones were broken.

Gao Huan withdrew his hand and looked at a carriage further ahead.

Just as a grain transport official once sighed, the human soldiers always thought that the head of the Akiyama family and the worshippers were of course the strongest people in the team.

Gao Huan doesn't think so.

His sight has never been in this tent, nor in the Akiyama family's carriage, but in this carriage.

He felt that the real commander of this team was in this carriage.

Just kill the people in the car to win the final victory of this raid.

This is the conclusion he came to after observing the cliff wall for a long time.

As Gao Huan's sight fell, more than ten demon masters left their respective cavalry teams and attacked the carriage.

The sound of wind roaring through the sky kept ringing, and the demon masters smashed down from the sky like stones.

If no one stops him, no matter who is in the carriage, they will be smashed into meat paste.

At this time, a sad and cold sound of piano came out of the carriage.

The sound of the piano goes from the ground to the sky, but the sound does not increase, but the coverage becomes much larger.

Cracks appeared on the armor of those demon masters, and blue smoke overflowed.

In the end, the direction they fell was deviated and they failed to hit the carriage, but fell around the carriage.

The earth shook, and the black soil rushed up like a waterfall, and the picture looked extremely spectacular.

The blind zither master walked out of the car with the guqin in his arms.

He tilted his head, listened to the sounds around him, and his right hand pulled on the strings from time to time.

The white turbulent flow, like a sharp blade, left the strings and attacked the demon masters, looking like falling leaves in the sky.

More than a dozen demon masters howled and rushed towards the carriage.

If there was only one blind zither, it would be difficult to stop so many demon masters, but there was still someone in the carriage.

The carriage didn't look big, and no one expected that so many people would come out of it.

Seven vendors, six yamen runners, three fortune tellers, two old men selling candy, and a little girl selling fat.

Several mysterious and unpredictable secrets enveloped the grasslands around the carriage and fell on the demon masters.

Several iron chains broke through the air, carrying traces of blood and fire, and vowed to pass through the shoulders and necks of those demon masters.

Before these, a formation formed by a sand table had already protected the carriage in advance.

Looking at this scene, Gao Huan raised his eyebrows slightly.

He didn't expect that there were so many strong people in the human race now.

Then a naive smile appeared on his face.

So many powerful humans deserve his own attack.

The light and tasteless raindrops fell from the sky again, washing away all the mysterious and unpredictable secrets and breaking the formation at will.

Five people from the Tang family in Wenshui became extremely solemn, and the blind pianist pulled the strings faster.

The realm of this young and powerful demon clan is indeed unfathomable. Without any movement, he broke through the defenses on the periphery.

Gao Huan flicked his fingertips, shook off two water and fire rods, his eyes fell, he cut off an iron chain, and came to the front of the car.

He wanted to lift the curtain to see who was inside.

The sound of the piano was clanging, like a trumpet of the war, and a string full of iron blood was blocking his body.

That's good.

Among the strong people of the human race, of course, the blind zither master must be the most powerful.

Gao Huan didn't mind concentrating on killing this person first.

A faint black mist emerged from his fingers, and no matter how strong the wind on the grassland was, it could not be brushed away.

The string withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, then broke and lost all vitality.

Blood was leaking from the corners of the blind pianist's lips and retreated to the side of the car.

Gao Huan would not let him live, and he slapped him down with one palm from the air.

The dusk suddenly dimmed, as if the night had come early, and a huge black but not real palm fell from the sky and slapped at the carriage.

One string was broken, and several were still intact, but at this time it could no longer make a sound because the breath of the blind psychic master had not returned.

Who will block this giant palm?

The car window suddenly broke and two dark things flew out.

Both are black. These two things are not like black giant palms, giving people a feeling of terror and depression, but are full of majesty.

An official seal and a gavel.

The official seal and the gavel came towards the giant black palm.

With two slap sounds, the official seal and the gavel turned into debris, and the huge black palm gradually dissipated in the air.

A skinny old man in a gray robe walked out of the car with a calm expression.

Several young men walked out with him, looking a little nervous, like a student figure.

Too many people have walked out of this car, who would have thought there are so many people hidden inside?

Gao Huan didn't expect that in such a short time, he would actually meet three half-step sacred human powerhouses.

When did the Half Step Saint become so worthless?

Gao Huan confirmed that he did not recognize any of the human strong men present, but the blind pianist's technique looked familiar.

He looked at the blind zither, raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Changsheng Sect?"

The blind pianist said, "Yes."

Gao Huan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Li Minghe?"

The blind zither's expression changed slightly and he said, "Master."

Gao Huan said proudly: "So that's it. Your master has an old age with me. If you surrender to me, you will spare your life today."

After saying this, he looked at the skinny old man in a gray robe and asked, "Who are you?"

A young man said, "This is my Shangshu."

“Don’t know.”

Gao Huan looked indifferent and suddenly shouted loudly: "You dare to use poison on me!"

He looked at the little girl who had never spoken.

I don’t know if it was affected by the battle, but the basket the girl was carrying had already poured to the ground.

The powder was blown up by the wind and gradually spread out.
To be continued...