"It makes sense!"

Three sword immortals in Shu came to a conclusion after discussion.

The imperial court hid it very deeply and secretly conquered Wumen. It was specially sent to rent it today.

The sword immortals were very dissatisfied, but when they thought of Yuan Ming's trickyness, they also felt that this move was very good.

After all, as soon as Wumen took action, Yuan Ming was immediately hit and coughed so much that he couldn't even lift the sword.

"How about it, make up for a sword?"

The White Emperor Sword Immortal signaled his two companions with his eyes.

"Don't be anxious!"

Lingxiao Sword Immortal and Qingcheng Sword Immortal hurriedly dissuaded, "This is the prey of Wumen. Do you want to rob him?"

Wumen is a double halo of the descendant of the Wu family and the controller of the magical powers of the Plague. In the eyes of outsiders, Tietie is an old monster with a strange personality and a moody temperament.

The sword immortals were worried that if they didn't communicate with him, they would kill Yuan Ming first, which would anger Wumen. At that time, those who enjoyed the magical powers of the Plague Tribe would become the three of them.

"Forget it, ask him your opinion first!"

The White Emperor Sword Immortal spoke, "Wumen, come out and see you!"

I said it three times, but no one responded.

Wumen was unwilling to show up, and the situation was stalemate. Yuan Ming's magical powers were equivalent to being stamped, and no one dared to take it without asking.

"this……"

The three sword immortals were still hesitating, but Yuan Ming could no longer hold on.

"Ahem!!"

A few faint coughing sounds were like a candle in the wind, and the last bit of light burst out and then extinguished.

Yuan Ming no longer had any cough, his eyes closed, he leaned back, and fell straight down.

Obviously, he was unable to sustain the torture of the magical powers of the Plague Tribe and eventually fainted.

"Catch him!"

The White Emperor Sword Immortal was anxious and wanted to release the immortal sword. Even if he couldn't kill it now, he would still capture Yuan Ming.

"Don't move around, the magical powers of the Plague Tribe are extremely contagious. If you touch your fairy sword, you will inevitably suffer!"

When he heard the body shape of the Qingcheng Sword Immortal, the White Emperor Sword Immortal suddenly shrank his hand and was stunned and was broken.

Yuan Ming fell straight down, and as he saw that he shrank into black dots, he suddenly held the Xingtian staff tightly, his body churned, and he actually pierced his head down, with a speed much faster than before.

"I've been fooled!"

The three sword immortals looked at each other and felt very regretful. The boy pretended to be dead and ran away after a long distance.

"Catch up!"

Yuan Ming was so cunning, how could they let him do what he wanted and immediately drive the fairy sword and catch up.

The distance from high altitude to the ground is not long. After a dozen breaths, you will see the scene on the ground.

Yuan Ming fell among the Hundred Schools and surrounded him with a circle of hundreds of children. He was coughing desperately and had some difficulty in communicating.

The walking staff acts as a crutch at this moment, barely supporting Yuan Ming not to fall.

The three sword immortals in Shu wanted to catch up with Yuan Ming and capture him, but seeing that the other party was in a hundred schools of thought, it was unwise to break in.

So, the three sword lights deflected slightly and landed not far away.

The three White Emperor Sword Immortals landed. When they saw that they were next to them, they couldn't help but shout, "The court has concealed us so hard that we have suffered so much. Even the sons of the Wu family have been conquered. What do we still want to do?"

This sentence is obviously resentful. Since it is easy to cooperate, why do we hide it and let us meet again first, but the court has prepared other arrangements?

"We just knew about the three sword immortals."

Mr. Makino bowed, he must have just known this sentence, but it was impossible for him to know it until now.

"What should I do now? Please advise me!"

The three sword immortals found that Mr. Makino and the son of the famous sect were also stopped in place and did not take action in the chaos. This was strange.

The hundreds of schools on the ground were also attacked by the magical powers of the Plague Tribe. They coughed so hard that they now became soft-footed cats.

Although they only have two of them, if they take the opportunity to attack, they are very likely to sweep the spot.

"have no idea!"

The son of the famous sect spread his hands, "Wumen has not shown up for a long time, so we dare not take action rashly!"

Only Wumen himself knows the power of the magical powers of the Plague Tribe, and then finds how much strength the opponent has left.

The two famous scholars and three sword immortals only knew that the other party was hit, but they didn't know how effective it was.

It’s like before, Yuan Ming deliberately pretended to die and escaped from the three sword immortals, which was very telling.

If all the situations in front of the Hundred Schools are pretending and have not been affected much, they will rush into it, wouldn’t they fall into the trap?

In the final analysis, we still have to communicate with Wumen.

Anyway, the other party stopped where he was and could not leave for a while.

According to rumors, Ruowumen is still there, and as time goes by, the effect of the magical powers of the Plague Tribe will become more and more fierce.

Delaying time at the moment will not delay opportunities, but will further weaken the other party.

"Yuan Ming, you too... cough cough!"

The son of a famous scholar shook his head. This damn magical power of the Plague tribe, even if he had the list of fame and fortune, his cough still deepened step by step.

Looking at the other hundred sons, although they each have magic weapons and magical powers, they can only delay the attack slightly, and the cough will inevitably worsen.

Fortunately, Yuan Ming fled back from the siege of three sword immortals. Although he also got the magical powers of the Plague Tribe, his situation was fine.

"That's right, the magical powers of the Wumen plague tribe are so powerful!"

Yuan Ming coughed more and more violently. He just tried his best to escape the joint efforts of the three sword immortals because he knew that if he delayed, he would be afraid that he would not even have the strength to escape.

It is not until today that he knows how great the favor Wumen sold him on the Taishan Festival rooftop.

Obviously, the other party has the magical powers of the Plague Division in his hands and can defeat him at will.

"Master!"

When Yuan Ming thought that such a powerful person could have been favored by Fang Dou, he became even more frightened.

On the other side, the son of the famous master said regretfully, "If Fang Jianxian did not have it at that time..."

As soon as this sentence began, he realized something was wrong and hurriedly cut it in half.

However, all the hundreds of people around him heard it and automatically made up for the remaining half of the sentence.

If Fang Dou did not expel Yuan Ming on Mount Tai, Wumen would not attack Yuan Ming in any way because of Fang Dou's face.

Before the Wumen came forward, they had already gained the upper hand. Under the command of the son of a famous scholar, the space between Muye and Gong was almost certain to win.

Yuan Ming has been dealing with the three sword immortals, and there is no sign of decline.

However, as soon as Wumen took action, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

The magical powers of the Plague Tribe brought down hundreds of schools, and all the hundreds of scholars were defeated.

Makino and the son of the famous scholar who were originally forced to a dead end instantly found an opportunity to break through their encirclement.

Yuan Ming escaped in a panic and hid among them.

The current situation is that although there are many people in the Hundred Schools, they are all sick, and they cough so hard that the earth is shaking.

Although there were only five enemies on the other side, they were all safe and sound, and they seemed to have formed a counter-encirclement of them.

Five people surrounded them and they dare you believe what they said?

"It's not good!"

With the sound of coughing, everyone found that they were getting weaker. If they continued like this, they would die of illness one after another without others' actions.
Chapter completed!