Li Meng is well aware of the principle of long nights, many dreams, and extraneous problems. Now that he has made up his mind, he no longer hesitates. With a wave of his hand, he orders his men to attack.
They are all masters carefully selected by the Sea Shark Gang. As soon as the masked men around them launched their attack, they saw waves of energy passing through the air and striking into the void. The violent energy was like the Yangtze River flooding, but also like the vast sea.
Thunder, madly attacking the Emei sect disciples in the center.
As soon as Master Dingzhen drew her sword, the old man in red on the opposite side had already locked onto her. His body floated out like a ball of fire, and he struck Master Dingzhen hard with both palms.
Boom!
The crimson fire collided head-on with Master Dingzhen's sword energy, and only a hissing sound was heard, and thick smoke was seen rising.
Master Dingzhen's sword energy twisted at a speed visible to the naked eye, burning out a large hole. The flame palm force passed through the big hole and continued to attack Master Dingzhen.
With two swords, Master Dingzhen quickly danced the long sword. A burst of sparks flew, and Master Dingzhen staggered back, her old face turning pale.
"Burning Blade Shou, are you Sun Wen of the Rizong?" Master Dingzhen exclaimed in surprise.
Every famous master in the arena usually has his or her own special skills, which are difficult for outsiders to imitate.
Martial arts similar to the flame palm technique are not common in the world, and masters who can use the flame palm technique to such a level are even rarer to see.
Therefore, Master Dingzhen quickly thought of the identity of the old man in red and understood why the other party took action.
Sun Jiantong, a disciple of the Japanese sect who was killed in the outer building of the West Lake Tower before, was the grandson of Sun Wen, the "burning knife hand".
Many years ago, Sun Wen's son and daughter-in-law both died at the hands of their enemies. Only Sun Jiantong, a precious grandson, was killed by the Emei sect's random swords. Master Dingzhen instantly understood everything today.
But she didn't understand Sun Wen's meaning at all. Instead, she roared at Li Meng: "You are a rip-off, for your own selfish purposes, in vain of the kindness of Gu Shimen, and draw your sword against each other. You will definitely die a good death!"
What she responded to was a powerful and heavy flame palm, burning the void and rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground. The fallen leaves were burned again, so that wherever it passed, it was like a terrifying red fire dragon, sweeping across the earth and indestructible.
The internal power he exuded has clearly reached the sixth level of Jiwu, and is even better than Dingzhen Master Tai in his heyday.
Master Dingzhen gritted his teeth and stepped on the ground. The body he rushed out was almost parallel to the ground. He stretched his hands forward with the long sword in front. As it rotated rapidly, the sword light quickly drew a white funnel of sword energy in the air.
, and he shot forward with his sword.
It is the ultimate skill of the Emei sect, the ultimate killing move in the Eighty-One Sword of Heaven and Earth Double Kill.
boom!
The power of the flame palm split into pieces, and Master Dingzhen's sword force was slightly blocked, and then he moved forward again.
The morale of many Emei sect disciples was greatly boosted, but when they saw Sun Wen smile coldly, he also rushed forward, pushing with both palms three times in a row, and the strength of his palms became more powerful and explosive each time.
The first palm defeated Master Dingzhen's funnel sword light, and the second palm followed closely. With a bang, Master Dingzhen quickly flew backwards, and the long sword came out of his hand, as if it was hit by a speeding locomotive.
generally.
However, the speed of the third palm was faster, and it even caught up with Master Dingzhen who was knocked away, and hit Master Dingzhen hard on the chest again without any false alarm.
"puff!"
A mouthful of hot blood mist spurted out, and Master Dingzhen rolled to the ground in a state of embarrassment, unable to get up for a long time.
"In your heyday, you were no match for me, let alone being seriously injured now. My burning knife and three stacks of palms are quite delicious, right?"
Sun Wen smiled happily, but without any mercy. In a flash, he reached the side of Master Dingzhen and stepped on her.
The surrounding Emei sect disciples were too busy taking care of themselves that they had no time to save him.
In fact, except for Fu Hao, who was on the Dragon Ranking, his sword was like a dragon and he was fighting in the crowd, almost all the remaining Emei sect disciples were at a disadvantage.
Even if their cultivation levels are comparable, the disciples of these famous sects are not as decisive as the gangsters licking blood from the blades of their swords.
Therefore, in less than a moment, disciples of the Emei Sect fell one after another.
Li Meng and other three first-class masters used all their strength to besiege Fu Hao alone.
Fu Hao is indeed one of the most outstanding disciples of this generation of the Emei Sect. His body movements are wandering, his sword is like a rainbow, and his moves are deadly. He seems to have brought the essence of Emei swordsmanship to the extreme.
"die!"
Seeing the heavy casualties among his junior brothers and sisters, Fu Hao's eyes turned red, and his figure flashed past one of the first-class masters. The latter's eyes widened, and a head rose into the sky.
Fu Hao's sword force continued, and he used a large circle. The sword light enveloped the second first-class master of the Haisha Gang, and he screamed, killing the other person.
Li Meng didn't expect Fu Hao's martial arts to be so strong. He lost two big arms due to carelessness, but he had to avoid his sharp edge, fearing that he would follow in the footsteps of the previous two.
Fu Hao did not pursue. He looked at Zhou Dairu who was in danger, and then saw his master Dingzhen, who was trampled on with blood all over his face and dying. He gritted his teeth and roared towards Sun Wen.
"Old thief, stop it!"
Sun Wen didn't even look at it, but he struck out with a flaming divine palm towards his back.
The fiery palm force instantly pierced the sword energy that Fu Hao had used with all his strength, and it was riddled with holes. With a hissing sound, Fu Hao turned into a bloody man alive, and his clothes were also torn apart.
Most of it was burned and he fell to the ground miserably.
awful.
It's too awful!
"Go to hell!" Li Meng came out from the side and used the Heaven and Earth Double Kill Nine Nine Eighty-One Sword. The long sword slashed Fu Hao's waist angrily, intending to cut him in half.
"Brother!"
"No!"
Fu Hao is a simple man and treats his master with great respect. He is also extremely kind to his junior brothers and sisters in the sect, and he is very popular among his peers.
Such a kind-hearted and talented senior brother has ended up being completely changed beyond recognition, and now he has to be cut in half. How can we not make people feel heartbroken?
Even Zhou Dairu, after struggling to avoid a few long sword blows, stared blankly at the young man covered in blood.
The Kuqing flower was stolen a few days ago. It was this senior brother who bore the wrath of Master Dingzhen, protected himself to the best of his ability, and even comforted her as a thief.
"Senior brother..." Zhou Dairu's eyes were wet and her heart ached slightly.
clang!
There was a crisp sound.
Li Meng's sword was only an inch away from Fu Hao's waist, but a stone flying from the other direction hit the sword in the middle. Under the huge impact, Li Meng's feet deflected, and Fu Hao avoided the fatal blow.
one strike.
"Wonderful, really wonderful. Aren't you always on the right path? In my opinion, you are not bad at playing dog-eat-dog tricks." A group of people walked out of the forest leisurely.
The speaker was a young woman in purple, with a fox-like smile on her face.
Half a step in front of her, there was a young man in Tsing Yi with a cold expression and a sword hanging from his waist, looking at the tragic scene with no expression.
The young man in purple clothes said to the young man in green clothes: "Altar master, the stone you just threw was too light. I'm afraid others won't remember it long."
The young man in green squinted at the young woman in purple, and the latter finally became more honest and stopped talking. This chapter has been completed!