At the silent scene, everyone was so shocked that they could not speak. This was a forced pressure. The second scar, the best in the Eastern Region, faced the legendary seven-star body, did not even have the strength to fight back.

Zhuge Buliang weighed the bricks and circled around the big pit, but the second mark never showed up again. He seemed to be afraid of being beaten and hugged in the hole and dared not come out.

"You" Fu Yunxiao and several other cultivators of the Sword God Pavilion retreated slightly, their faces extremely embarrassed, especially Fu Yunxiao. He was just now saying that he wanted to twist Zhuge Buliang's head off because he had strong confidence in the second scar. But now his confidence has been broken, as strong as the second scar, and he can actually compete with him.

"How about you just said you should grasp it?" Zhuge Buliang turned his head and looked at Fu Yunxiao.

Fu Yunxiao's mouth twitched violently. Facing Zhuge Buliang's gaze, his body trembled uncontrollably and said, "What do you want?"[

"What do you want?" Zhuge Buliang asked back: "By the way, I remembered it. You said you wanted to cut my head. Now I stretched my neck for you to cut it."

"I" Fu Yunxiao took off his saliva with difficulty and stepped back. Even the second mark was unable to deal with the other party, so what could he do? The arrogance just now disappeared in an instant.

Zhuge Buliang sneered and approached step by step. At this time, murderous aura in the big pit pissed, and the second mark rushed up again, turning into a long sword and slashed at Zhuge Buliang: "I want your life!!"

"Get out! Didn't you see me talking?!"

Zhuge Buliang suddenly yelled, and the brick was slapped, and the second mark was smashed again

The onlookers shook their heads and said, many people covered their eyes and sighed: "Since you know that you are not the opponent of the other party, why do you have to run out and get humiliated? Wouldn't it be fine to hide in it obediently?"

Fu Yunxiao and his men's faces became even more embarrassing. Facing Zhuge Buliang who was approaching step by step, Fu Yunxiao gritted his teeth and acted desperately.

"Kill!" Fu Yunxiao roared, and two passionate swords sounded in his body, and two magic swords flashing with the bright fairy light flew out. Fu Yunxiao rushed forward almost desperately, with a look of madness on his face.

Zhuge Buliang stretched out one hand, and a glitter like glaze burst out from his palm, and he grabbed the piercing sword.

"Sharp!"

Accompanied by a crisp and crisp sound, the two magic swords collapsed. Fu Yunxiao screamed and his arms turned into blood mist.

"Ah Zha!"

Fu Yunxiao roared miserably and staggered backwards. Even though he was ready to die before, when he really welcomed death, Fu Yunxiao couldn't help but retreat a little.

But Zhuge Buliang would not give him a chance. He followed up and slapped the bricks head-on.

"puff!"

Clean and neat.

The blood mist dispersed, and Fu Yunxiao's body turned into a pile of meat paste and collapsed on the ground. The soul shattered instantly under this terrifying blow.

"Senior Brother Fu!" The remaining disciples of the Sword God Pavilion turned pale.

"You go and accompany him!" Zhuge Buliang showed a cruel sneer on his lips. At this moment, he seemed to have transformed into a god of killing in hell. The bricks flew out and turned into a mountain to suppress it. [

"Boom!"

The bricks fell like an ancient mountain, bringing a sound of wind and thunder. Several cultivators from the Sword God Pavilion completely showed panic. They wanted to turn around and escape, but found that their movement ability seemed to be bound and difficult to move.

Zhuge Buliang had already used the "fixion technique" to fix several people in the battlefield.

"stop!"

A sudden shout came, and an old man in purple flew over quickly. Seeing that his outfit should be a cultivator of the Sword God Pavilion. Zhuge Buliang sneered in his heart. Sure enough, the reason why these juniors from the Sword God Pavilion dared to come to cause trouble for themselves was that the support of older masters was behind them.

However, Zhuge Buliang had no intention of stopping and tried his best to urge the bricks to fall down.

"Slay!" The old man in purple shouted, the Divine Cult unsheathed and slashed towards the brick.

A dazzling golden light suddenly burst out from the brick, dissolving the old man in purple with his sword and flying out at the same time.

"boom!"

Under the pressure of the ancient Dayue, several cultivators from the Sword God Pavilion instantly turned into blood mud.

"You" the old man in purple looked gray, and his eyes were glaring at Zhuge Buliang with his big copper bell.

"Hey!" Zhuge Buliang glanced at the old man in purple and sneered.

"You junior, why do you kill innocent people indiscriminately!" The old man in purple almost roared.

"Oh, you're still paying attention to you!" Zhuge Buliang sneered: "These grandchildren come to kill me, I just made a legitimate defense. They should kill me, and if I kill them, would I kill innocent people?"

The old man in purple snorted coldly: "Then don't you take my Sword God Pavilion seriously!?"

"No, you misunderstood." Zhuge Buliang smiled and said, "It's not that he doesn't take the Sword God Pavilion seriously, but that he doesn't take some people seriously." As he said that, Zhuge Buliang sneered and glanced at the old man in purple.

"You" the old man in purple turned red, and he was almost so angry that he vomited blood by Zhuge Buliang's words.

There were also noises in the crowd. Zhuge Buliang's words clearly showed that he was going to fight against the Sword God Pavilion. Facing the older person in the Sword God Pavilion, he slapped him mercilessly.

"Elder, kill him!" A low and resentful voice came from behind. The second scar flew out of the pit at some point again, with blood on his face and muddy. It was as embarrassing as he was, and there was no demeanor as a descendant of the great sect.

"Zhenzhen bans beating" muttered not far away.

"Isn't that? Are they the descendant of a major sect? They are always a little bit inferior to ordinary people, and their face is thicker than ordinary people." The chatterman smiled.

Although the two were muttering, they could use spiritual power to activate the sound to everyone's ears. The second scar was almost so angry that he vomited blood. For many years, he had been so humiliated by others. [

"Elder! Kill him for me!" Erhen almost roared.

"Hmph!" Zhuge Buliang snorted, like a muffled thunder resounding, and covered it with a slap, slapped the second mark on the ground, and then stepped on his chest with one foot and sneered: "You are being stepped on by me now, what right do you have to say?"

"Ah!! Hate!!!" Second Hen was so ashamed and angry that he couldn't help but whistle to the sky.

"Shut up!"

"Bang!"

Zhuge Buliang slapped him with a crisp sound. Everyone looked at this scene with stiff faces. The first successor of the Immortal Sect of the Great Sect of the East Region was slapped under his feet. This not only humiliated the second mark, but also slapped the face of the Sword God Pavilion.

"You junior, you are too much!" The old man in purple roared, his voice shaking all over the world. The divine sword pointed at Zhuge Buliang, and the sharp sword light teared the air.

"Pu!"

Zhuge Buliang exerted force on his feet, and the second mark blew, his sternum collapsed, and a mouthful of blood was spitting out of his mouth, which was mixed with broken internal organs.

"cut!"

The old man in purple slashed down with a sword, and the sword light sucked and spitted, flying towards Zhuge Buliang.

"boom!"

Almost at the same time, a golden "卍" character flew over and collided with the sword light. With a loud roar, the sword light and the golden "卍" character were all shattered.

The monk made a Buddha seal in his hand and climbed up to the sky step by step. The golden Buddha light hung above his head, turning solemnly, like a Buddha's son's reincarnation. At the same time, stammered, chattering and Xiaoyun also came to mid-air, and a "卍" character was floating above their heads.

This is the characteristic of practicing Buddhist skills.

"If you want to make a call, we will be idle anyway," said the chatterman chuckled.

This time, Zhuge Buliang did not say anything to stop him, because the old man in purple had a strong aura and was obviously a master in the realm of Dharma Taixu. He alone might not be able to defeat him.

The old man in purple frowned and glanced at these people. Except for the little Shani who had a slightly weaker cultivation, the others were not at the level of Taoist rhyme and glimpse the sky. Especially the solemn monk in the head, his cultivation was even more unpredictable and he could not see the truth clearly.

However, as a master in the realm of Dharma Taixu, he was not afraid. He took a step forward and pointed the sword at everyone: "You are looking for death, and I will fulfill you!"

"Hihehe, it's so lively"

Suddenly, a silver bell-like giggle came from somewhere. At some point, a girl appeared in the air. She had a beautiful face and delicate body. Her big eyes were swooped with a weird aura. Her long red hair tied her ponytail, and her hair ends drooped to her hips. What's more peculiar is that on the top of the girl's head, there was a pair of glowing light crystal horns.

The girl smiled sweetly, revealing two playful dimples and a pair of crystal-clear tiger teeth.

It's like a little calf witch.

"Haha, you are so old, how can you show off your mighty with a few juniors? But it really looks like your usual style in the Sword God Pavilion." The little witch laughed, playing with her strand of hair.

"This is the person from Niutou Mountain!"

Everyone was surprised.
Chapter completed!