Murong Chenhuan clearly heard the sound of his ribs breaking, and the tingling sensation spread all over his body in an instant.
The martial arts routines of the Fudoyama Sect are very fierce.
While the defense is astonishing, the attack is also like thunder.
This stick hit Murong Chenhuan's ribs firmly, breaking his defense.
The moment he fell to the ground, Murong Chenhuan caught a glimpse of the opponent's two great gods changing their realm. Without any pause, they charged towards him with their sticks, with fierce momentum and ferocious faces.
"Father-in-law!"
Murong Chenhuan blurted out and shouted loudly. There was no follow-up this time, he was just calling for help.
Zhan Dongshan naturally noticed it, and used all his strength to push back the two gods who were besieging him. At the same time, he quickly bent his bow and fired arrows. Both arrows flew towards Murong Chenhuan. The two people who rushed towards Murong Chenhuan saw the broken
The arrows came from the air and he waved his stick to block them. Murong Chenhuan also took advantage of this opportunity, dragged his injured body, jumped up with difficulty, and retreated a distance.
The camp headed by Murong Chenhuan was quickly destroyed and fell to the ground in defeat.
Zhan Dongshan was able to help Murong Chenhuan for a while, but after the threat of the two bows and arrows passed, the two God Transformers approached Murong Chenhuan again.
Murong Chenhuan faced the siege of the two powerful men with his injured body. Within a moment, he was defeated and flew out again.
This time, it was accompanied by a mouthful of blood spurting out.
Seeing this, Zhan Dongshan attacked with all his strength, and also rushed towards Murong Chenhuan. The opponent's attack was too ruthless, and he completely wanted to kill Murong Chenhuan.
He couldn't just sit idly by, but Zhan Dongshan's move undoubtedly put himself in danger. When he used his body to block Murong Chenhuan, he would have to face four magical transformations of the Fudoshan Sect alone.
Among the warriors' attack was Lu Zhuoyin, the eldest brother of the Fudoyama Sect.
Lu Zhuoyin's eyes were fierce and he looked at Zhan Dongshan with a sneer, "Old man, are you still struggling?
Now is no longer the era when Zhanlong Island was the Four Holy Lands. At that time, it was just an era of pseudo-ancient martial arts, and there was no real ancient martial arts at all!"
At this moment, Lu Zhuoda, who was standing on one side, felt an inexplicable pleasure in his heart! Once upon a time, he had dreamed of entering places like the Ancient Martial Holy Land and Zhanlong Island, but now, he saw Zhanlong Island with his own eyes.
The Lord was besieged and was in dire straits.
That's right, it was just a pseudo-ancient martial arts era.
But now, he is firmly holding on to the real ancient warrior.
"Elder brother, destroy them!"
Lu Zhuo shouted loudly.
Boom boom boom! The situation on Zhanlong Island is getting more and more dangerous.
In the distance, all the warriors watching fell silent.
They knew very well that the Zhanlong Island team was in a bad situation today.
The other party's shouting voice was extremely harsh.
The era of pseudo-warriors.
In the eyes of the opponent, the people of Zhanlong Island are not even considered warriors.
Such arrogant words are the biggest humiliation to Zhan Long Island.
The people of Zhanlong Island fought back desperately, but more and more people fell to the ground.
Boom! Yan Chongqing's side was no longer hostile and was bombarded.
There were screams of surprise in the distance.
The Dragon Island team was completely defeated.
The three great gods changed their realm, and only the Lord of Zhanlong Island was left struggling to support him. But judging from the situation, it was only a matter of time before he was defeated.
Lu Zhuoyin's eyes flashed with a hint of joking. He stopped with the long stick in his hand and looked at Murong Chenhuan who was lying on the ground in the distance. "You have to protect this person regardless of yourself. It seems that he is very fond of you."
It’s important.”
Lu Zhuoyin walked towards Murong Chenhuan, and Zhan Dongshan's face changed drastically. He tried hard to break through the encirclement and rescue Murong Chenhuan. However, there were long sticks in all directions with heavy shadows. Zhan Dongshan wanted to rush out without hesitation, but was directly hit.
The impact of the long stick was forcefully blocked, and there were several scars on his body.
"Walk!"
Zhan Dongshan shouted towards Murong Chenhuan.
Murong Chenhuan naturally noticed Lu Zhuoyin's approach, "Father-in-law... I'm here to help you!"
Murong Chenhuan gritted his teeth, and a force surged out of him from nowhere. He jumped up and swung his sword to kill the Fudoshan Sect disciples who were besieging Lu Zhuoyin.
There is no way he would abandon his father-in-law and run away on his own.
What's more, Murong Chenhuan knew his situation very well. His severely injured body made it difficult to escape. As long as his father-in-law could break out of the encirclement, his father-in-law would still have a glimmer of hope.
This was a sword that Murong Chenhuan tried his best to fight with.
The sharp sword fell straight down, but before he could get close to the people who were besieging Zhandong Mountain, he was already swept by a long stick, and he was pressed heavily to the ground with his sword.
"A product of the pseudo-ancient martial arts era."
Lu Zhuoyin sneered jokingly, took a few steps forward, and stepped directly on Murong Chenhuan's chest. In an instant, the sound of broken bones was heard, and blood spurted out of Murong Chenhuan's mouth, accompanied by extremely painful sounds.
However, this time, Murong Chenhuan did not scream and kept his eyes wide open.
Lu Zhuoyin was condescending and stepped on Murong Chenhuan, "You don't accept it, do you?"
You would like to prove that you are not a product of the pseudo-ancient martial arts era."
Murong Chenhuan tried hard to raise his hand, but couldn't do it.
Zhan Dongshan's voice roared, "Let him go!"
Lu Zhuoyin laughed loudly, his eyes flashing fiercely, "Since you chose to rush to Thousand-Layer Peak and provoke the Fudo Mountain Sect, you should have such a consciousness!"
"Bah! A bunch of deformed kung fu kids born in the pseudo-ancient martial arts era."
Lu Zhuoda also came over with a long smile, "Look, the Four Holy Lands are now trampled under their feet. They can't even move. Even a deformed child can still move. Why don't we start from now on?"
, you are called Guwu Vegetative People."
Lu Zhuo laughed and looked up at the warriors in the distance, "I mean all of you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of the warriors in the distance changed.
The era of pseudo-ancient martial arts.
Abnormal Kung Fu.
Kowu Vegetarian.
The words are getting harder and harder to listen to.
At this moment, what Lu Zhuoyin was stepping on was not a person, but an era.
Many people were clenching their fists and trembling all over, but no one dared to rush forward.
He is no match for the Fudoyama Sect.
Seeing this, Lu Zhuo laughed even more happily, "Senior Brother, look at them. When nothing happens, they make a lot of noise. Now that trouble has come to the fore, they all shrink back."
Lu Zhuoyin looked around with an arrogant expression, "A true ancient warrior should have the courage to move forward without fear."
As he said that, Lu Zhuoyin's eyes flashed with pity, "A group of poor people live in the era of pseudo-ancient martial arts. There is not even a single person who can be called a warrior."
As he spoke, Lu Zhuoyin exerted force on his feet. Murong Chenhuan felt as if he was being pressed down by a heavy mountain. The bones in his body were broken into unknown shapes. Blood kept pouring out of his mouth, and his whole body was trembling.
"How about you beg for mercy and admit that you are a product of the pseudo-ancient martial arts era, and I will spare your life?"
Lu Zhuoyin lowered his head and spoke playfully.
This chapter has been completed!