The eight hundred and seventeenth chapter is really the consistent style of the Morocco
The dignified fifth elder, one of the top ten figures in the sect, died like this?
All the Moko masters were stunned and couldn't believe their eyes. Caught off guard, many people even had their brains shut down and their bodies turned to stone.
Only a few people reacted, and some of them had murderous intent in their eyes. When they saw Zhuo Mufeng flying back in the air and having no strength left at the moment, they raised the sword in their hands.
But some other people made the opposite choice. They scattered and fled to the tent group, not forgetting Yun Gong and shouting at the loudest voice in his life: "Zhuo Mufeng killed someone, come quickly!"
The sharp shouts woke up other people who were in a daze, and some of them subconsciously turned around and ran for their lives, or some bloody people chose to launch a killing move towards Zhuo Mufeng. However, no one dared to get close to Zhuo Mufeng, and they all retreated while attacking.
It's a pity that they still underestimated Zhuo Mufeng.
A huge amount of internal energy surged out from his Dantian, and Zhuo Mufeng forcibly moved sideways in mid-air, narrowly avoiding attacks from all directions. When his feet touched the tree trunk behind him, his whole body was shot out like a fully-stretched bowstring.
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"not good!"
"Quickly set up the formation!"
Some people shouted when they saw this, but not many responded. At first they thought they had a chance to win, but when Qiao Song was killed, their formation was disrupted again. Thinking about this now, not to mention the lack of unity among the people
The problem is, there is no time.
Sanskrit sounds sounded in bursts, and Zhuo Mufeng used the golden-topped Buddha lamp in Bodhidharma's Divine Sword. The sword energy turned into thousands of golden lights and shot out, piercing the nearby sky puppets with holes.
There was a clanking sound of collision, mixed with the groans and screams of the crowd. Even though several masters fell to the ground, a few others covered their injuries and ran away in panic.
With Zhuo Mufeng's current skill, even if he does not use the Nine Rainbow Sword Technique, it is not comparable to ordinary masters. Not to mention that among these people, there are only a few masters, and most of them are super first-class masters.
As long as they are not surrounded or trapped in a formation, it is impossible to kill them all, but it is still okay to severely injure some of them.
Several figures escaped the fastest, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. It was those great masters. The two sides were too far apart, and they scattered and fled. Zhuo Mufeng had no choice, but he was not worried and only focused on chasing and killing the last one.
Fang’s top-notch masters.
The body rotated, Zhuo Mufeng looked majestic, and countless golden rays centered on his body and shot out in all directions.
This move is the first appearance of the Buddha's light in Bodhidharma's Divine Sword. Although it is not as powerful as the Golden Buddha Lamp, it has a wider attack range and is most suitable for group battles.
Tsk tsk tsk...
There were constant muffled sounds and blood splattered. The injured people were so frightened that they did not dare to stop and resist, and kept running out with their heads covered.
People further away didn't even dare to look back. They just hated their parents for missing a pair of legs and spent almost all their energy on escaping.
Zhuo Mufeng's light kung fu may not be as good as that of great masters at the same level, but it is more than enough to crush super-first-class masters. The internal strength of both sides is not at the same level at all.
Therefore, in less than a moment, the distance between the two parties was more than half closed. During the Sanskrit chanting, the golden Buddha's light was like the rising sun, instantly shining on the bodies of the refugees in all directions.
Some people waved their fists to resist, others turned their legs to attack, and even more people were fighting fiercely with the light of swords and shadows. Due to the wide range of the Buddha's light, the power of each beam was evenly distributed, and these people were only injured and vomited blood.
But just after the blow, Zhuo Mufeng launched a series of attacks, and the golden light in the sky seemed to be endless. The golden lights were superimposed, and the lethality and speed surged at the same time. Immediately, many people screamed in despair, and their bodies were pierced.
The remaining people were so horrified that they almost peeed out of fear. They screamed and ran away. Another golden light covered them, and there were a few more corpses on the ground.
The Moko masters at the front were like birds escaping from the stormy waves, screaming and running for their lives, almost panicking and choosing their own way.
They dispersed from different directions, so Zhuo Mufeng was unable to annihilate them all and could only pursue them selectively. However, he did not originally want to kill them all in one go. He only needed to cut off the strongest group and leave the remaining kittens.
Shrimp are still useful.
Listening to the screams that rang out one after another from behind, the top masters who escaped the fastest looked ugly and swore viciously in their hearts that they would avenge today's revenge in the future and that they would not be human unless they killed Zhuo Mufeng!
But just as they turned away from this thought, a chill suddenly surged through their bodies one after another, causing their blood to coagulate, and even their internal energy that continued to function suddenly stagnated.
An extremely bad premonition arose, and the hands and feet of these great masters immediately became cold. Before they could react, a cold air darker than the air of the sky puppet swept through them like a hurricane.
Several people fell to the ground like ice sculptures. As a slightly fragrant figure passed by, they were pulled by invisible threads and flew up involuntarily...
The fighting here finally reached outside the tent group, and all the guards were shocked.
They had faced demonic attacks several times before and had already prepared a set of rules for dealing with them. Some of them immediately rushed out and rushed to the place where the disturbance occurred.
On the way, these people met several Moko masters who had escaped with their lives. They were all shocked. Someone asked directly: "But they met the devil?"
The fear of those Moko Sect masters had not faded. When they saw the large army, they finally gained confidence. One of them said angrily: "It's not the devil's path, but my righteous path. There are people who use martial arts to do evil and harm their fellow sects!"
What?
Everyone looked at each other, and the person who asked the question before asked again: "Who is it?"
Several Moko masters gritted their teeth and said in unison: "Zhuo Mufeng!"
Hearing this, everyone present was shocked. Today's Zhuo Mufeng's status and strength cannot be regarded as ordinary young people.
Especially among this group of people were masters from the Dongfang Family. One of them immediately stood up and refuted: "That's nonsense. How could Young Master Zhuo attack you for no reason? If he really wants to attack, he can do it with just a few of you."
, how to escape?!"
When the masters of Moko Cult heard this, they subconsciously wanted to refute, but when the words came to their lips, they suddenly couldn't speak out. They had just escaped death, and only the infinite hatred for Zhuo Mufeng remained in their hearts.
Only now did I suddenly remember that the reason why this fighting took place today was entirely caused by them.
Do you want to tell this group of people that they, the Moko Cult, saw that Zhuo Mufeng was seriously injured, so they wanted to take the opportunity to kill him, but in the end, most of them were killed or injured? Not only is it embarrassing, but it is also unreasonable!
But at this moment, one of the middle-aged men with a medium build and goatee flashed his eyes, and suddenly looked directly at the questioning master of the Eastern Family, and said confidently: "I, the people of the Moko Cult, have always said something. I was waiting here to patrol.
Seeing that Zhuo Mufeng was sneaking around, he planned to go up and ask.
Unexpectedly, he deliberately pretended to be seriously injured and ran away without cooperating, so we had to chase him. Halfway through, he took advantage of the fifth elder's carelessness and killed the fifth elder with despicable means, and even tried to kill us.
Catch them all in one go.
If we hadn't acted according to the opportunity, we would have become the dead souls of that despicable boy!"
"What are you talking about? Your fifth elder is dead?" Everyone couldn't help but be shocked. Even because of this news, they had no time to think about whether Zhuo Mufeng was a despicable boy.
Even the masters from the Dongfang Family, you look at me and I look at you and find it unbelievable.
Looking at all the great masters in the Twelve Holy Lands, Qiao Song's strength was ranked in the top ten, but he was killed by Zhuo Mufeng. How is this possible?
Everyone present was shaken by this, and the scene became a little quiet for a while.
It was the master from the Dongfang family who expressed doubts who woke up first, suppressed the tremor in his heart, and asked coldly: "What reason does Young Master Zhuo have to kill you?"
The middle-aged man with a goatee had a gloomy look on his face: "Some time ago, I, the third elder of the Moko Sect, Kangdu, offended that kid because of his official duties. I think it was probably because the kid had a grudge, so he wanted to take it out on me. He is so narrow-minded,
These despicable and unprovoked villains will definitely cause trouble in the world in the future, so we should get rid of them as soon as possible!"
Several other Moko masters greatly admired the wit of their companions. They hesitated at this time and came to their aid.
"That's right, that bastard is so ruthless that he won't let him go even for a trivial matter. If he doesn't get rid of it, he will become a serious problem in the world sooner or later!"
"He has ulterior motives. Relying on the support of the Dongfang family, he acts recklessly and causes internal strife in my righteous way. I think he may be a spy sent by the devil!"
"If we don't get rid of this official, it will be intolerable to God!"
These guys hated Zhuo Mufeng to the core, and they would naturally hate him to death if they got the chance. They wished they could gather everyone's strength to kill Zhuo Mufeng.
But they also knew that based on their one-sided words, this possibility was very slim. Sure enough, someone immediately proposed to go to Zhuo Mufeng and have both parties confront each other.
Not long after he finished speaking, a figure flew and landed not far away. This movement caused everyone present to be on guard, and even shouted: "Who is it?"
"Seniors, junior Zhuo Mufeng." The visitor bowed his hands.
In fact, everyone saw his appearance clearly at this time. With a few whooshes, the masters from the Dongfang Family quickly rushed to Zhuo Mufeng and formed a circle around him without saying a word.
This action caught the attention of everyone, and naturally caused many sighs. The Dongfang family really regarded this boy as a treasure.
When those Moko masters came into contact with Zhuo Mufeng's gaze, they couldn't help but feel a sense of horror. They subconsciously took a few steps back and hid in the crowd.
"Zhuo Shaoxia, some people say that you attacked the people of the Moko Sect and killed their fifth elder. Is this true?" The master of the Eastern Family who first confronted the middle-aged Goatee immediately asked.
Zhuo Mufeng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, suddenly coughed, and blood gushed out of his mouth again. Only then did everyone realize that he was seriously injured. Several masters from the Eastern Family hurriedly supported him, some hurriedly fed him pills, and some
He has experienced bleeding during pushing the uterus, so be very careful.
Zhuo Mufeng was a ruthless man. Before he showed up, he severely injured himself, so the people of the Dongfang Family could not detect anything unusual.
He shook his body a few times and said with a sad smile: "Confusing right and wrong, confusing right and wrong, haha, it is indeed the consistent style of the Moko Sect!"