In the courtyard in the east of the city, Yao Wu and other five masters of the Demon Sect all changed their expressions.
When they heard the second whistle, they knew something was wrong, and when the majestic and majestic auras appeared at the end of the sky, the feeling of being surrounded by powerful enemies was even more profound.
Aunt Lei's old face was ashen: "It's too late to regret it now. It won't take long before those guys will rush over!"
The fake smile on Du Yuehong's face could no longer be maintained, Yao Wu pursed his lips, and Wan Jianyan Luo looked solemn.
On the other hand, the ignorant monk was heartless and shouted: "At this point, there is no point in being afraid, just do it to his grandma! Who else in the world except us can make those guys come out in full force? Who can my holy sect do?
I've been afraid of this for a while, hahaha..."
These words made the four Yao and Wu people look sideways, and they all looked at the Wuzhi monk who was laughing wildly and in high spirits. They saw the Wuzhi monk clasping his hands at Zhuo Mufeng's back, and shouted to the sect master, be careful, step closer,
People rushed out of the house like rockets and quickly turned into black spots.
Wan Jian Yan Luo laughed dumbly: "This time we are not as happy as Bald Donkey. If the seniors of the Holy Sect saw our performance today, I am afraid they will be disappointed."
A fierce sword force soaring to the sky burst out from Wan Jian Yan Luo's body, turning into a substantial white beam of light that reached a thousand meters in the air, as if piercing the clouds. With the house as the center, people within a radius of several thousand meters
Everyone stared at each other with wide eyes and shock.
Yao Wu, Aunt Lei and Du Yuehong were also stimulated by the sword power of Wanjian Yanluo, and a fearless ambition ignited in their chests. At this point, since there is no way to retreat, the only way to fight is to fight.
The Holy Sect cannot be underestimated.
Zhuo Mufeng did not look back and said: "Today's battle is destined to be famous all over the world. Don't blame me for being cruel. This sect leader just intends to step on the Eleven Holy Land to rectify the name of my holy sect. The revival of glory for a thousand years will start from
Starting today, the descendants of the Holy Sect will remember you!"
The four people behind him were all shocked, their eyes exuded a scorching light, and amid a burst of laughter, the four people rushed out in different directions.
"Brother, you, you must be careful!" There was no one around, and the sister in white finally bravely took the initiative to hold Zhuo Mufeng's hand.
Zhuo Mufeng met her worried eyes and said with a smile: "Don't worry, those people can't kill me at all. I still want to hold my sister to sleep."
With her face floating like a red cloud, the sister in white disappeared in a flash, and a string of whispers floated into Zhuo Mufeng's ears: "I'll give you a hug when it's over."
The beauty's fragrance still lingered around for a long time. Zhuo Mufeng raised his head and stood in the heavy snow. He stretched out his left hand and a four-foot-long, golden, sword-like strange weapon appeared in the palm of his hand.
It's the four-star weapon Golden Dragon Duo.
This is the first time Zhuo Mufeng has taken out it since he killed Kang Du in Nuanyang Mountain.
The golden dragon is a powerful killing weapon, full of determination, as if it senses the surging fighting spirit in Zhuo Mufeng's chest, the steel piece in the dragon's mouth vibrates at an extremely fast frequency, and the two longan rubies at the handle are also shining with light, filled with
Fierce murderous intent.
At the same time, Zhuo Mufeng's right hand pulled out the Jialan sword tied to his waist.
Unlike Jin Longduo, who was surrounded by thunderbolts, the Jialan Sword looked like a piece of decayed purple wood, but it exuded bursts of Buddhist compassion. It seemed that it wanted to eliminate the murderous intention and return to silence, but was rejected by Jin Longduo.
Two four-star weapons with completely different temperaments collided with each other, one angry and one calm. Zhuo Mufeng, who was holding them at the same time, also had two different temperaments. He seemed to be standing between tyranny and compassion, holding the thunder weapon.
, but with God’s forgiveness and Buddha’s heart, the contradictions were unexpectedly unified in him.
With his feet exerting force, Zhuo Mufeng floated straight up like a blue cloud, his eyes swept across the rapidly approaching auras around him, and finally rushed towards the direction of the sunflower sword shadow.
Boom!
When a total of twenty-nine earth-shaking terrifying auras, enough to overwhelm the world, erupted over Jinghua City and quickly gathered together, a bright fireworks exploded first in the southeast direction.
"Monk, your death has come!" An old man in yellow robes landed on a roof ridge with his feet, staring at the wise monk opposite with his cold eyes.
The ignorant monk looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "Nangong Bo, it's not certain who will die and who will live. Take a slap from me!"
The blood on both palms was surging, and as the wise monk swatted it forward, it was like the gate of hell was opening, and an evil ghost was smearing the world with blood-stained hands. The snow turned into blood, and the pure white turned into dazzling red.
The red blood kept squirming, changing shapes in the cold wind, and unexpectedly surrounded Nangong Bo in the middle and covered him.
"A small skill." As the head of the Nangong family, there is no doubt about Nangong Bo's strength. He is a peerless master who is even more victorious than the East.
Wisps of silver-white electric light were seen entwining between Nangong Bo's ten fingers. It looked worse than the Purple Thunder Jue of the Changsheng Palace, but only those who knew the truth could feel the power of these ten electric lights.
Even though he was ten feet high in the air, the next moment, the crackling sound almost shattered the eardrums of the surrounding spectators. This was the result of Nangong Bo's deliberate control to prevent the power from leaking out.
The ten electric beams turned into a sky-throwing whip, tearing apart the blood-colored sticky substance extremely savagely. There was even black mist steaming from the place where the two collided, accompanied by the smell of burnt leather.
The whip of electric light was as powerful as thunder, just like the wiper in front of a car, directly wiping away a large piece of falling snow in the air. It was obviously a windy and snowy weather, but there was a blank space in the void. No matter how cold the wind blew, there was heavy snow all around.
Cannot invade.
The eight long whips were either stretched as straight as swords, or twisted into arcs, or almost broken, and were swung from all directions towards the ignorant monk moving horizontally in the air. Countless people sucked in the cold air, and the eight blank areas cleared by the long whips were connected.
One piece actually occupies a radius of nearly a kilometer. The unwise monk is like a flying insect, inevitably being whipped by eight long whips.
The sky and the earth suddenly turned purple and white, flashing rapidly and non-stop. The spectators covered their ears and closed their eyes, and more people fell to the ground in shock.
But the explosion came faster, and the eight loud noises were like thunder from the blue. Many people were deafened on the spot. The world became a silent film, with only black and white mixed. Mushroom clouds rose in the center of the explosion, accompanied by splashes of blood.
Without any extra preparation, Nangong Bo and Wu Zhi Seng used all their strength as soon as they fought. Because one side was afraid that their opponent would escape, and the other side was afraid that Liu Li would be held back.
"puff!"
A cloud of blood dyed the air red, and the unwise monk flew backwards. The monk's clothes were torn into pieces, his chest was bloody and bloody, and white bones could be seen piercing the flesh.
But Wu Zhi Monk kept his grinning expression, letting the thick blood flow out of his mouth, and straightened his left arm, as if he had not withdrawn it after exhausting his moves.
A few dozen feet away, Nangong Bo's face changed slightly. He put his right palm against his chest, and a butterfly-shaped blood mark appeared on his palm. The blood mark squirmed, making the blood boil all over his body, and he felt as if his meridians were being exploded.
"Blood Seal Hand, have you practiced the second half of the Blood Demon Technique?!"
Nangong Bo's eyes were horrifying, and his voice was trembling. He used his peerless skill to forcefully shatter the butterfly-shaped blood seal. Although it consumed a lot of money, he immediately rushed towards the Wuzhi Monk, arcs of electricity flashing in his hands.
Cursing secretly, Wu Zhi Monk quickly turned around and ran away. He didn't bother to hide the move just now. It was the true manifestation of his current strength. Unexpectedly, he still lost to Nangong Bo.
However, the ignorant monk is not discouraged. The Blood Seal Hand is the secret skill of the second half of the Blood Demon Dafa. He has only practiced it for a few years and is not yet proficient. Otherwise, Nangong Bo would never have been able to stop him just now. Given time, it will be easy to kill Nangong Bo.
I just regret that there were too few resources in the past few decades. Even after absorbing part of the inner power of the Demon Emperor Pearl, it still could not completely close the gap between the two sides.
Wu Zhi Monk didn't know how frightened Nangong Bo was at this moment. It's not that Nangong Bo had never fought Wu Zhi Monk in the past few decades, and the two sides were old rivals. That's why he was so concerned about Wu Zhi Monk's skills.
It's hard to accept.
"Nangong Bo, you'd better wash your neck and wait. Next time we meet, I will definitely take your head off your neck, hahaha..." Before the laughter could stop, a sword light suddenly came from a distance and filled the sky.
The flying snow rolled back and actually adsorbed on the sword light, forming a snow sword dozens of feet long.
The ignorant monk hurriedly struck hard with his palm, and with a bang, the snow sword exploded. Every snow seed seemed to have become a sharp sword, and it stabbed at the ignorant monk crazily with the power of piercing through gold and stone, densely packed and reaching everywhere.
He opened the blood-red light shield around his body, and the light shield was immediately filled with ripples. The ignorant monk had to move to the left side, and cursed angrily: "Beitang Yi, you ungrateful bitch!"
In the distance, a beautiful woman in yellow clothes stood pretty on a cornice. Her face was obscured by the falling snow, but all the warriors and common people around her knew her identity through the words of the wise monk.
The number one master in Jianhai Palace and the only remaining super master in Southern Wu today, Beitang Yi!
Being scolded as a bitch in public, Beitang Yifen's face turned red, and she thought to herself that if it wasn't for Zhuo Mufeng's sake, the sword just now would have stabbed you, a bald donkey, to blood.
Unknown to outsiders, Beitangyi was gifted with extraordinary talent. After receiving the complete version of the Sword Sea Scripture as a gift from Zhuo Mufeng, her swordsmanship skills increased day by day, and she was no longer the same person as before.
Thinking of the last time the aid from the five masters of the Demon Sect was spread all over the world, which once made the world suspicious of Jianhai Palace, Beitang shouted coldly: "Ungrateful? I, Jianhai Palace, are the right path, so why do we need you demons and monsters?"
Help? When I don’t know your sinister intentions of sowing discord? Die!”
With a slash of the sword, the sword energy was brilliant, and the snowflakes that almost obscured his vision were immediately split open. The ignorant monk was so angry that his cross-eyed eyes straightened up, and he screamed strangely and ran away to the other side, not only for
Bi Beitangyi's sword was struck again by Nangong Bo's electric whip.
After all, Jinghua City is very big, and the aura from the distance may seem strong, but in fact it will be difficult to get through for a while, so Wu Zhi Monk has enough conditions to get rid of the two people behind him.
But just as he sneaked into an alleyway, his whole body suddenly felt horrified, and a sword tip stabbed him from the lower right side.