Zuo Mo said nothing, raised his hand and waved the no-empty flag.
A dark iron flagpole carries a large flag as black as ink, with the two red letters "无空" written like swords, almost trying to fly out from the flag body!
As soon as the Wukong flag came out, the sword intent surged, like an invisible big hand stirring up a pool of calm spring water. The surrounding air was biting and cold, with undercurrents surging.
Zuo Mo looked at the cultivators getting closer and closer in the sky, and he quickly played various magic spells with his hands.
The Wukong flag above his head suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and countless sword lights of different colors flew out from the flag body, like countless fish of different colors, swimming around Zuo Mo.
Zuo Mo, protected by the sword light, couldn't help but feel brave.
The Wukong Flag is a token of the sect, which was jointly refined by several Jindan-stage elders. It contains the swordsmanship of various Jindan masters. Due to his limited cultivation, he cannot exert the maximum power of the Wukong Flag, but the Jindan masters
The sword light is still extremely dangerous and terrifying for cultivators at the pulse condensation stage.
Fortunately, there are no golden elixir masters among this group of people!
Zuo Mo stared at the cultivators flying closer and closer in the sky, and couldn't help but feel a little nervous. It was the first time that he faced so many cultivators alone, and it was obvious that they had bad intentions.
However, although he was nervous, he didn't have too many distracting thoughts in his mind, and his mind was extremely clear. As long as the opponent made the slightest move, he would not hesitate to launch a thunderous strike!
The cultivators in the sky stood still and faced each other from a distance.
Zhang Hao stared at the black flag with hesitant expression.
Zou Han's face was ferocious and twisted, his single eye revealed deep hatred, and his fists clenched loudly.
Wei Rong's face turned pale, and his bamboo-pole-like body was trembling. When the others saw the flag, it was as if they were seeing a ghost, with deep fear on their faces, and their bodies couldn't help but shrink back slightly.
For a time, a group of more than seventy people suddenly fell into a strange dead silence, and there was no sound.
"Boss, I have been with you for ten years, and you know your temper. I don't want to drag everyone down. I will settle my grudges on my own. Don't stop me, boss!" Zou Han's voice seemed to come from the depths of Jiuyou, and everyone listened.
Everyone's expressions changed drastically, especially those who were as timid as Wei Rong.
Some time ago, the unscrupulous Black Wind Thieves happened to encounter the Wu Kong Sword Sect, and the team was led by Wei Sheng. They were immediately beaten to pieces and suffered heavy injuries. One of Zou Han's eyes and a leg were killed by Wei Sheng.
injured.
Wei Sheng's Wu Kong Sword Technique has now been completed, and the sword's intention invades the body. Zou Han has tried all the elixirs, but they can't be cured. The hatred for Wu Kong Sword Sect is deep in his bones. He has been thinking about ways to take revenge, but the only way to do it is to
The realization is to meet the lonely Wukong Sword Sect disciple and kill him to relieve his anger.
Unexpectedly, I actually met a disciple of Wukong Sword Sect.
Staring at the big flag, Zhang Hao said nothing. This big flag was extraordinary. He could naturally tell that this disciple was undoubtedly the core disciple of the Wukong Sword Sect. If he really killed this Wukong Sword Sect disciple today,
, Wukong Jianmen will never give up.
He was almost killed by the Wukong Sword Sect before, so how could Zhang Hao not have any resentment in his heart? It’s just that he recognized the situation clearly and it was the strength of the Black Wind Thief. If he went to trouble the Wukong Sect, he would be asking for death. If he could endure this,
Nothing will happen to him. He knows very well that in the eyes of Wukong Jianmen, they don't take the Black Wind Thieves seriously at all. As long as he doesn't provoke them, Wukong Jianmen can't even think of them being like this.
Number one.
But if Zou Han is allowed to seek revenge alone, what will the other brothers think? Zou Han is the veteran of the Black Wind Thief. He has been with him for ten years and has made countless contributions. If he is so cold-blooded, the other brothers will be completely disappointed.
When people's hearts are dispersed, the blackbirds will also be dispersed.
Besides, the secret realm...
The secret realm was like a heavy weight, and the balance in Zhang Hao's heart suddenly tilted.
This is the boundary river. Kill this disciple and escape to the small mountain world. No matter how powerful the Wu Kong Sword Sect is, they can't do anything to them. But with the brothers under his command, there will be a way to survive wherever they go.
He never thought about whether he would be defeated. It took him a long time, but the other party came out alone, and he was still a foundation-building cultivator.
No matter how powerful Wukong Banner is, if such a large group of people can't kill a single foundation-building cultivator, just go back and eat milk.
What a pity this flag...
He knew that the Wukong Banner was extraordinary, but he didn't dare to ask for it. A magic weapon like this would definitely leave a unique mark on it. Holding it would be like telling others where they are. The Wukong Sword Sect only needs one golden elixir.
If the elders are dispatched, it will be enough to kill them all.
Zhang Hao took a deep breath, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and said fiercely: "What are you talking about? We, this group of people, come in rain or shine, we are a fucking family! Wukong Sword Sect is amazing
! We can’t defeat them! But we can’t give in! We were fucked up so miserably last time. If we have to go around even a little baby, who the hell can afford to humiliate this person?”
Zhang Hao looked around, and many people had a look of shame on their faces. Yes, no matter how powerful Wu Kong Sword Sect is, if they even meet a disciple of the opponent and take a detour, it would be really embarrassing if word spread!
Zhang Hao's tone softened slightly: "Where is this? This is the boundary river! As long as you cross the boundary river, you will reach the small mountain boundary! How powerful is his Wu Kong Sword Sect? Can he go to the small mountain boundary and go wild? Hehe, we people, when the time comes
Wherever the cats go, can they find us?"
Everyone else nodded after hearing this.
Zhang Hao continued to add fuel to the fire, full of incitement: "The secret realm! Brothers! As long as we catch those three guys, we will be rich! With crystal stones, we can't go anywhere without being free? We are everywhere.
man!"
Within a few words, Zhang Hao suddenly aroused the desire of the group of people. Everyone's eyes were fierce and murderous, and they just wanted to raze Huang Mujiao to the ground immediately!
Feeling that the other party's murderous aura was getting stronger and stronger, Zuo Mo knew that a big battle was inevitable, and he didn't take any chances. He didn't know who the other party was, but he was not afraid when he saw Wukong Banner. That was definitely not ordinary.
Cultivators.
With a pair of seventy, he knew that his chances of winning were extremely slim.
But there is nowhere to escape in this vast ocean. Moreover, the junior brothers he brought are all producing cultivators. If he abandons them, they will only have one fate.
He stopped all other thoughts and stared at the group of murderous cultivators in the sky, feeling a sense of heroism suddenly rise in his heart.
Isn’t it just a fight?
Brother, you guys have a mouth full of broken teeth and blood!
He felt his blood boiling all over his body and the fighting spirit surging in his chest.
Just as he was about to activate the Heavenly Ring and Moon Ming Formation, he suddenly let out a soft cry, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
Sky Ring Moon Ming Array...
The disciples of Wukong Sword Sect gathered together, and everyone looked calm. The only one who was relatively calm was probably Gongsun Cha. Even Chun Yucheng's face turned a little pale.
"Where did this group of people come from? How dare they attack our Wukong Sword Sect! Aren't they afraid of our pursuit?" Chun Yucheng's voice trembled.
Gongsun Chai sneered: "This group of people must be bandits, I don't know which band they are. Hunt them down? How to hunt them down? If they run into the small mountain realm, the sect will have no choice."
"What can we do...what can we do..." Chun Yucheng said.
Gongsun Cha shrugged and spread his white palms: "Just look at Senior Brother Zuo."
"Senior Brother Zuo is the only one..."
"There is no other way, just accept your fate."
About dozens of miles away from Huangmu Reef, among a group of white clouds, a group of people were also staring at Huangmu Reef in the distance.
"Haha, this is interesting. Who do you think has a chance of winning?" the yellow-faced man said with a smile.
Next to him, stood a cultivator in black clothes. He was as skinny as wood and had sinister eyes. He was clearly the ghost wind that had appeared in the sword trial. On the other side, he had an indifferent expression and his hair was as straight as a wire.
The constant horizontal direction of the clavicle copper ring.
The other cultivators looked at the three people in awe, subconsciously keeping a distance from them.
Guifeng's eyes were dark green, and his cultivation was obviously much deeper than before. His voice was hoarse: "He has no pulse." The implication is self-evident. The origin of the yellow-faced man is still unknown to him today.
He didn't have any clue, it was mysterious and unusual. He only knew that Huang Hanzi called himself Fu Feng.
What he practiced was the "Little Ghost Sword", which is an extremely partial sword technique. Although he was very talented, the "Little Ghost Sword" was incomplete, making it even more difficult to make further progress. At this moment, Fu Feng took the
A psychological method was produced to recruit him. "Nine Ghost Nail Curse", a psychological method whose name he had never heard of before, made him choose to join it without hesitation.
But when he saw Chang Heng, he couldn't help but feel a little shocked. He estimated that Chang Heng was in a similar situation to his, but he didn't know what Fu Feng was thinking about Chang Heng.
As for the other group of foundation-building cultivators, he didn't take it seriously. He actually felt that it was quite unnecessary. With him and Chang Heng around, these thirty-six foundation-building cultivators could not play any role at all.
The problems that the three of them cannot solve, and these thirty-six foundation-building cultivators cannot solve, will instead slow them down.
These thirty-six foundation-building cultivators were all recruited by Fu Feng, and Gui Feng would not bring trouble upon himself.
"What do you think?" Fu Feng turned to Chang Heng and asked.
Chang Heng said calmly: "Zuo Mo Sheng."
"Hey, you really have full confidence in him." Fu Feng said with a somewhat surprised smile. Fu Feng's appearance is unremarkable, extremely ordinary, but his demeanor and demeanor have a power that shocks people's hearts.
When Gui Feng heard this, he was quite dissatisfied. This was not a sword trial meeting. Zhang Hao and the Black Wind Bandits were all extremely vicious people. This was a deadly battle. A foundation-building cultivator, not to mention winning, could withstand for several hours.
That's enough to be proud of.
But he didn't say anything. He was still quite afraid of Chang Heng. There was no need to have a grudge against the other party over such an inconsequential issue. His strength had increased greatly during this period, and Chang Heng's increase in strength would probably not be inferior to his own.
Fu Feng did not dwell on this issue. He glanced at both sides of the confrontation from a distance and said in a calm tone: "No matter how they win or lose, we still need to get the exact information about the secret realm from Zhang Hao and the others."
There was no doubt in the words, which made everyone's hearts tremble.
