Chapter 277： , Montenegro 18 axes

"Brother Yang, when did I tell you that my strength is not as good as the late stage of the spiritual realm?"

"Uh..." Yang Hao was startled—yes, Xu Ming did not say that!

However, when Yang Hao saw Xu Ming and Long Luo fighting, it didn't seem to be easy to win, so he guessed that Xu Ming's strength should barely reach the mid-spiritual realm.

After a long time, Yang Hao asked in shock, "Brother Xu Ming, how old are you... Are you really in the late stage of the spiritual realm?"

Xu Ming smiled again: "When did I tell you that I am in the late stage of the spiritual realm?"

Now Yang Hao was confused: "Then Xu Ming, what the **** are you..."

"Forget about my strength! Brother Yang, I still have a few questions to ask." Xu Ming changed the subject.

"Brother Xu Ming, don't hesitate to ask, know everything."

Then, Xu Ming asked a few more questions, and finally confirmed one thing - only the Dao Mojing can make people temporarily immersed in the sea of ​​artistic conception; in addition, even the best Dao Mozhu has no such effect. .

Therefore, Xu Ming became more and more determined: "I must go to the Dao Demon Temple! I must get as many Dao Demon Spirits as possible!"

only…

How to enter the Taoist Temple, this is a question.

…

The battle between the Blood Thunder Gate and the Long Family undoubtedly set off a wave of bloodshed in Zhenhai City.

However, the Demon Realm of Seeking Dao was originally a place of slaughter; a few days after the end of the war, Zhenhai City returned to its normal silence.

On this day, Zhenhai City welcomed nine burly men in black robes. Behind these nine people, there are also two giant axes on their backs.

"It's here!" A middle-aged man with a hideous scar on his face looked up at the word "Zhenhai City" directly above the city gate and said, "Go in!"

"That Long Luo, wants to go to our Montenegro Eighteen Axes at the cost of a Dao Demon Spirit, I hope not to play with us!"

"Just rely on him, don't dare to play with us!"

The nine people quickly found the Long family, grabbed a random person, and shouted, "Go, call out Long Luo for us."

Call out Long Luo?

The person who was pulled was none other than Yan Fei.

Yan Fei gave the nine people a strange look: "Long Luo? He's already dead!"

"What, dead?" The nine burly men in black robes were startled, "Quickly tell me, how did you die!"

Seeing that the nine people were aggressive, Yan Fei obviously did not dare to talk nonsense, and even quietly sent a message to his master.

It's just that Yan Fei's little action can't be hidden from the nine black-robed masters!

"Subpoena?"

The moment Yan Fei sent the message, all nine of them caught an invisible wave.

"Heh!" The nine people sneered, then directly picked up Yan Fei and chased after the hidden wave.

In the blink of an eye, they chased after the blood mine gate.

"Blood Thunder Gate?" The scarred man snorted coldly, "In the small town of Haicheng, I am afraid that Yang Hao from Blood Thunder Gate may kill Long Luo! - Come on, go in and have a look!"

boom! !

With a wave of the ferocious knife-scarred man, the gate of the Blood Thunder Gate collapsed directly.

…

Inside the blood mine gate.

Yang Hao and the elders, you and I discussed the plan of the sect.

After all, now, Blood Thunder Gate is the dominant family in Zhenhai City, which is undoubtedly the golden age of development.

Le Wuya expresses his opinion in high spirits: "In my opinion, we might as well directly occupy the city and become the king! In this way, Zhenhai City will become our territory..."

Le Wuya is talking vigorously.

boom! !

A loud bang came.

Almost at the same time, Le Wuya also received a message from Yan Fei.

"what happened?"

"Where did such a big movement come from?"

The elders looked at each other in dismay.

Yang Hao said with a livid face: "Someone destroyed the gate of our Blood Thunder Gate!"

"What! Ruining our gate, isn't that the equivalent of hitting us directly in the face?"

"Who dares to be so arrogant! Go, go out and see!"

After Le Wuya read the summons, his expression was very unnatural: "I just received the summons, they are nine burly men in black clothes with giant axes!"

Yang Hao's expression suddenly became unnatural - nine, black, giant axe, burly...

These words connected together made Yang Hao think involuntarily: "Is it them?"

Without thinking about it, Yang Hao quickly rushed out with the elders.

Soon, Yang Hao saw someone coming.

"It's really them..." Looking at the iconic black clothes and giant axe, Yang Hao couldn't help but twitch at the corners of his mouth, "They...how come to Zhenhai City!"

Yang Hao hurriedly stepped forward with an apologetic smile: "Everyone in Montenegro, are you here today to...?"

"Yang Hao!" The savage man with a scarred knife smiled but said, "You are really good! You even killed Long Luo!"

"I...I..." Yang Hao didn't understand why the other party suddenly asked this. After thinking about it, he still said, "Long Luo, I didn't kill it!"

"Oh? You didn't kill it?" The scarred man was a little unconvinced. "In Zhenhai City, who else can kill Long Luo except you?"

"This... this..."

Yang Hao obviously felt that the comer was not good, plus the opponent's strength and strength, so he didn't dare to confess Xu Ming.

Just as Yang Hao was pondering how to answer—

"That waste of Long Luo? I killed it!" A lazy voice came, and after a while, Xu Ming appeared in everyone's sight.

What an arrogant tone!

What an arrogant gesture!

Yang Hao and the elders couldn't help sweating because of Xu Ming's arrogance.

Yang Hao even whispered, "Xu Ming, they are the Eighteen Axes of Montenegro!"

Eighteen axes of Montenegro?

Xu Ming still looked lazy: "I haven't heard of it!"

"What a mad boy! I don't like it." The man with the scarred knife gave Xu Ming a cold look, and then winked beside him.

A cold man with long and narrow eyes immediately understood and grabbed Xu Ming: "Boy, you are too crazy, our boss is very upset! Come here, kneel in front of my boss and talk!"

The two eagle claws took Xu Ming directly.

Xu Ming sneered disdainfully: "You guys are upset? I was woken up by you in my sleep, and I'm not upset!—Go away!!"

Xu Ming took out his palm in a signature style.

"Sure enough, arrogant and ignorant!" The gloomy man saw that Xu Ming didn't take him seriously at all, and his anger became even more intense But the next moment—

Snapped!

The menacingly cold man was directly slapped away.

Xu Ming was still in a languid and lazy attitude as if nothing had happened. However, Yang Hao and the elders of the Blood Thunder Gate were all dumbfounded.

because…

Eighteen axes of Montenegro, everyone is in the mid-spiritual realm!

In other words, Xu Ming's slap just slapped a mid-spirit master away.

The ferocious scarred man was even more shocked—he knew the strength of his younger brother; even if he shot it himself, it would take a lot of effort to win it! And now, was actually slapped away?

"The idea is tricky, let's go together!"

In the mouth of the ferocious knife-scarred man, he spit out a very Jianghu flavor.