Madam Hongxing’s sudden kill order caused an uproar in the square where the war was raging. The owner of the forty-six heads never expected that Madam Hongxing would suddenly kill. In addition, the disciples of the Law Enforcement Pavilion were already prepared and were caught off guard.
His actions directly caused differences in the skills of the forty-six top masters.
When the heads were thrown up, the Xiaoyue Sect Square fell into a brief silence.
The forty-six deacons of the Xiaoyue Sect were almost half of the backbone of the entire Xiaoyue Sect. Madam Hongxing actually killed them all without even blinking an eye. Such a method, even Feng Jueyu had never expected.
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In the blink of an eye, the forty-six deacons reacted and let out strange screams, their golden bodies and spiritual consciousness flew out one by one, and fled towards the endless clear sky.
It's a pity that Mrs. Hongxing has been preparing for so long, how could she let the fish slip through the net? She waved her jade hand lightly, and dozens of pink clouds came out of her sleeves, hitting forty-six golden bodies respectively.
Rumbling, a series of earth-shaking explosions resounded one after another, and the forty-six fearful people of Xiaoyue Sect disappeared in an instant.
Mrs. Hongxing's hands fell on the railing of the cloud platform, a pair of phoenix eyes spitting out awe-inspiring murderous intent, facing the more than 200,000 disciples of the sect, she screamed loudly: "Xiaoyue Sect does not raise useless people, today Mrs. Japan will renovate the ancestral hall."
, to serve as a warning, and if anyone retreats from battle in the future, he will be killed without mercy."
The sound of the words resounds like the ancient immortal voice, making people unable to help but worship him.
Such a performance was very different from the behavior in the hall a few days ago. Only now did the disciples of Xiaoyue Sect know what kind of person the sect leader was.
Kill ruthlessly and never show mercy. When facing foreign enemies, you can only fight, not retreat.
The members of the Xiaoyue Sect turned pale with fright, but the morale of the more senior militants within the sect was greatly shaken. The leaders were Yun Yi, Murong Hao, and Hu Yibo. The three old men raised their arms and shouted, counting
Ten thousand disciples rushed forward and charged into the tens of thousands of people in the Overlord City.
Less than half an hour into the contest between the two sects, a one-sided situation emerged. Madam Hongxing’s five thousand sword servants were already like wolves and tigers. Now that the entire Xiaoyue Sect worked together, how could a mere ten thousand soldiers and horses be able to resist them?
Zou Changlong never expected that he would end up like this when he came with troops. When he saw that Ba Kong City was gone, he immediately had the idea of escape. He made a feint with the weapon in his hand, turned around and ran away.
It's a pity that Feng Jueyu would not let him escape easily.
In today's battle, he and Mrs. Hongxing originally planned to wipe out the Zou family and his son. Regardless of the development situation of Xiaoyue Sect or the fact that there is an ancient teleportation array hidden in Guanmen Mountain, it is impossible for Zou Changlong to escape easily.
"Want to leave? It's not that easy." Feng Jueyu smiled slightly, waved his sleeves, and an iron stone volume made of iron and containing purple light flew out from his hand.
He had only practiced that scroll for a month, which was not a long time, but it had been nurtured by Feng Jueyu's body of seven virtues and had become one with him. It was the Wind and Thunder Iron Scroll, the third treasure of heaven.
The iron scroll stretches out, as if opening a magnificent and graceful picture scroll. On the wind and thunder iron scroll, which looks like an ink painting, there are dark clouds and wind and thunder rolling in the sky. The earth is scorched, and purple snakes are everywhere, as if it leads people into a wind and thunder that destroys the world.
In prison.
Dozens of thick thunders and hurricanes, which required three or four people to surround him, came over him and immediately submerged Zou Changlong in the sea of winds and thunder.
Of course, Zou Changlong is a master in the early stage of Chengdao after all. Although the Wind and Thunder Iron Scroll is a treasure of the third generation, it is not enough to kill Zou Changlong in one fell swoop. Seeing that the situation is over, Zou Changlong grabs a piece of it in the void
A big shining flag with purple edges and gold embroidery came out. The flagpole was orange-yellow, like copper poured into iron, gleaming.
Zou Changlong sacrificed all the source of his divine power into the banner, put away his sword and shook his head with both hands, and suddenly there were thousands of golden lights.
The golden light shone so brightly that it hurt people's eyes. Many disciples of the Xiao Peng Sect were stabbed by the golden light and fell on the spot. Some masters in the Nirvana realm were instantly blinded.
"A treasure passed down from heaven?"
Feng Jueyu's third heavenly eye opened, and his second soul wandered out of the world. He almost caught the opponent's path. He was secretly surprised and a little happy at the same time. At this time, he took out a treasure passed down from heaven. It was not given to him in vain.
Did it come to your door?
He secretly took a breath of Dantian Qi, shook his shoulders, and the red blood demon vine danced wildly and tried to kill him.
But at this moment, a sword light came from a thousand steps away, which was ten times faster than Feng Jueyu. With a swish sound, it brought up a bright silver wave, and took advantage of the situation to chop off Zou Changlong's head and both his hands.
break.
The light of the sword came so fast that Feng Jueyu froze on the spot. When he saw the person clearly, he immediately felt cold.
"God of Death, you don't take credit as much as you do, do you?"
The only person who can cut off Zou Changlong's vitality with one sword is the God of Death.
At this time, Xiaoyue Sect Square was in chaos. Only a few people saw Zou Changlong's death. The God of Death strangled Zou Changlong's life with a knife and grabbed the big flag in his hand. Ding Qing took a look and said: "
The ancient waving flag is pretty good."
After that, the God of Death took care of himself and took the big flag into his bag.
Feng Jueyu staggered and almost fell to the ground. No wonder the God of Death took action. It turned out that he had his eye on that big flag.
Flashing away and flying to the God of Death, Feng Jueyu cursed angrily: "Old man, you came out at the right time. Did you take a fancy to that big flag?"
The God of Death glanced at him: "You are too slow."
"Yes." Feng Jueyu waved his hand depressedly: "If you like it, just say you like it. Don't make excuses. That third-rate treasure belongs to you."
Feng Jueyu had no intention of competing with the God of Death. After all, the God of Death was the protector of everyone. In the past, he only used a narrow knife that was not of good quality and style. Feng Jueyu didn't even think about it.
I feel shabby for him. Since the God of Death likes that big flag, let him forget it.
Withdrawing away, Feng Jueyu searched the crowd with his eyes. At this time, the cultivators in Ba Kong City were defeated like a mountain. A small number of martial cultivators escaped from Xiaoyue Sect. Most of them either died or surrendered. The scene had been destroyed.
Mrs. Hongxing was under control, and Wu Yingxue was cleaning the battlefield among the crowd. All the resistance was easily captured by her. It didn't take long for the war to come to a successful end.
Feng Jueyu opened his third heavenly eye and looked around, and finally found Zou Yuanjia. The kid sneaked into the woods outside the mountain and was about to escape, but was stopped by several Xiaoyue Sect deacons.
He lost an arm, his armpit was bleeding, his strength was greatly weakened, and he couldn't rush out no matter how hard he tried.
When Feng Jueyu saw this, he couldn't help but put his palm down in the air, turned into a big hand and lifted Zou Yuanjia up like a chicken.
"Let me go."
"Zou Yuanjia, aren't you crazy? What? Zou Changlong is dead, aren't you going to avenge him?"
After throwing Zou Yuanjia into the square of Xiaoyue Sect, the disciples of the sect immediately surrounded Zou Yuanjia on the third floor and the third floor outside. The vicious little man was imprisoned, and the situation in Overlord City was over. He was busy rolling and crawling.
He climbed to Feng Jueyu's feet and slapped himself in panic.
"Pa!", "Pa!", "Pa!", "Pa!"
Zou Yuanjia slapped his face with one palm after another. Zou Yuanjia's movements were extremely crisp, and he didn't stop until he vomited blood.
"Grandpa Feng, dear grandpas, I know that I'm wrong. You adults have a lot, so just treat me like a fart."
"Let you go?"
Everyone laughed and sneered.
It seems that the poisonous young man is not a strong-willed man. The domineering and domineering attitude he used to have was just a fake appearance.
The disciples of Xiaoyue Sect felt proud when they saw this. Feng Jueyu walked over with his hands behind his back and sneered: "Now you understand why I let you go."
How could Zou Yuanjia not understand that when Feng Jueyu let him go a month ago, he thought that the other party was afraid of Ba Kongcheng's power, but now he realized that they were trying to trample his arrogance under their feet and severely ravage him.
Xiaoyue Sect's strength is too terrifying. Feng Jueyu is much stronger than his father. What's more, the man who just killed his father with one sword is even more powerful than you can imagine.
Zou Yuanjia nodded desperately: "I understand, I really understand. It's because I have no vision. Grandpa Feng, I'm just licking my head for you."
"Feng Boy, hurry up and don't waste time."
As Zou Yuanjia was talking, a cold and crisp female voice came from above his head, it was Mrs. Hongxing.
"Know."
Feng Jueyu smiled slightly when he saw this, and without saying anything, he raised his sword and directly wiped out Zou Yuanjia's golden body.
A catastrophe turned into a great victory. Xiaoyue Sect disciples let out loud shouts. Soon after, Hu Yibo flew down on Xiaoyue Sect Square and gently dropped Gao Guoyang in the center of the square.
"Sect Master, how should I deal with this person?"
Gao Guoyang fell from being a high-ranking master of the Dharma Pavilion to a prisoner in one day. His mind was already in a trance. However, facing Madam Zhi Hongxing's sharp eyes, he couldn't help but tremble all over, and he quickly threw himself to the ground and shouted loudly.
Begging for mercy: "Madam, for the sake of my subordinates' two hundred years of dedicated service to the sect, please forgive me."
"Open the net? Gao Guoyang, I consider myself to be very kind to you. As the master of my sect's Dharma transmission pavilion, in the face of a formidable enemy, not only can you not play your role, but you have retreated from the battle. What do you want me to do?"
Can I be open to you? If this is the case, how can our Xiaoyue Sect be based on Qixia Lingzhou? Gao Guoyang. Considering that you have served me for many years, I will give you a chance to commit suicide. So
, you can still leave a whole body."
Mrs. Hongxing spoke coldly and had no intention of giving in. Seeing that the situation was over, Gao Guoyang burst into tears of regret.
Afterwards, he raised his hand and committed suicide, killing himself in the square of Xiaoyue Sect.
As soon as all the enemy's traitors had submitted to the law, the morale of the Xiaoyue Sect disciples was at an all-time high. Mrs. Hongxing nodded with satisfaction and said: "Come here, throw the enemy's head and body down the mountain, and the disciples of the various pavilions will clear the mountain gate. Hu Yibo, this
Madam orders you to recruit 50,000 elite troops immediately, and in three days, follow me to Guanmen Mountain to take over the Overlord City."