Eight hundred and seventieth chapters stir shit stick
No one knew that there were three other people in the crowd who changed their colors one after another because Zhuo Mufeng was in danger.
It was Balong, Fang Xiaodie, and Hu Lai.
Zhuo Mufeng did not intend to expose Barong and Fang Xiaodie, so he ordered them not to take action. As for Hu Lai, he just thought about it for a long time last night and felt uneasy, so he gritted his teeth and came over to watch the fun.
When they discovered that Zhuo Mufeng was being targeted by Dongfang Changsheng, Barong and Fang Xiaodie knew that things could not go well today.
Previously, Zhuo Mufeng had strictly forbidden them to do anything, and even said that he had his own way to escape. Of course, the two of them didn't believe it. They really couldn't think of a way for the young master to escape from the threat of the Dongfang family.
But I really didn’t expect that things would get so bad. It was obvious that the young master was not in his own plan, which meant that the young master was in danger!
So when Zhuo Mufeng swung his sword to meet the rushing sword energy, Barong and Fang Xiaodie could hardly help but take action. If Zhuo Mufeng died, they would also die, so they might as well fight it!
Hu Lai bared his teeth in the retreating crowd, his expression changed all the time, and secretly shouted: Boss Zhuo, if I rush out to Lao Hu, I will die, so it is better to save my life and see if I can avenge you in the future!
The idea was made, but the expression on his face was not very good.
The most anxious ones were Wu Guanting and others, so they rushed forward like crazy, but the masters from the Eastern Family around them were not vegetarians either, and quickly surrounded them.
Wu Yuanyuan, who was further behind, opened her mouth to shout, but her voice had not yet come out.
Hundreds of meters away, the top ten masters of the Demon Sect, plus the white-clothed sister and the Heavenly Puppet God General, almost used all their strength to fly out. With the combined force, as long as Dongfang Changsheng's reaction is a little slower, it may not be possible to defeat the old man.
What a waste!
Everything that happens in these different places happens at the same time in an instant.
The Potian Sword Qi had already pierced Zhuo Mufeng's expanded body-protecting Qi, like a silver needle shooting a balloon, making a snapping sound.
While Zhuo Mufeng retreated, he fired three swords in a row again. Three nine-color sword energy rushed out in a spiral shape, and their power reached the limit when they were glued together, piercing a passage in the rain of swords.
But it was also pierced back and forth by fine sword energy from all directions. Just halfway through, it was already riddled with holes. It was weak and suddenly shattered into nine-colored light spots, scattered and scattered.
As one of the top ten super masters in the world, Dongfang Changsheng has already mastered the Sunflower Sword Finger to the level of perfection. He is also blessed by the Qingtianyu realm, and his internal strength is better than Zhuo Mufeng. The gap between the two cannot be said to be that of cloud and mud, but it is also
At least it's a big grade.
Zhuo Mufeng had no time to resist, and the sword energy from behind had already surged towards him, almost engulfing him. If those countless sharp edges were struck, Zhuo Mufeng asked himself that even with his physical strength, he would not be able to escape serious injury even if he did not die.
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For the first time, he truly realized the gap between them, and a rare panic and anger surged in his heart. What was going on with those guys from the Demon Sect? Didn't they show up now? Do they want to see him die?
In fact, Zhuo Mufeng misunderstood. It was not that Aunt Lei and others wanted to see him die. It was just that the incident happened suddenly and they hid too far at first and were unable to rescue him immediately.
Seeing that Zhuo Mufeng was about to be swallowed up by the second half of the sword rain, at the critical moment, a golden light suddenly appeared, shooting straight down from the sky above his head, shrouding Zhuo Mufeng.
The sword rain pierced the golden light, and it actually made a clang sound of gold and iron colliding. The sword rain was either rebounded or shattered, but none of them could penetrate the golden light.
When the rain of swords dissipated, the golden light became restrained and slowly formed a blurry outline of a human figure. The outline gradually became clearer and turned into a body of flesh and blood, with all the golden light retracting into its body.
Wearing a monk's robe, with white eyebrows and drooping eyes, and a compassionate and peaceful expression, he is clearly the Master Jingkong of Baoyuan Temple.
Zhuo Mufeng, who was behind, looked at Master Jingkong's back. Although he had guessed that the other party might take action, when he actually saw it, he couldn't help but feel relieved.
This old monk is still reliable, and his character is indeed excellent. He will come to him as soon as he is in trouble.
Everyone around was surprised that Zhuo Mufeng could actually let Master Jingkong come to the rescue. Could it be that the two sides still have a relationship?
The super masters of the Demon Sect who were almost taking action in the distance stopped one after another. You looked at me and I looked at you, with curiosity in their eyes.
Aunt Lei suddenly said: "It seems that last time, Zhuo Mufeng rescued the old monk, and the two sides had an intersection."
After much deliberation, this is the only reason that can be explained.
Although they couldn't figure out how the old monk came back from the dead despite losing his life source, for the situation at hand, this pedantic old monk's intervention would actually be beneficial to the actions here.
Thinking of this, they were not in a hurry to intervene. It was best for the old monk to be more thorough and have a fight with Dongfang Changsheng. Maybe they could still benefit from it.
Du Yuehong grabbed her sister in white and advised: "Don't be anxious. Rushing out will only force Dongfang Changsheng into danger, which is not conducive to Zhuo Mufeng's safety. When the fight starts over there, we will have our chance."
Taoist Master Tianpup also held Wu Zhi Monk down and shook his head at him.
In the center of the field, Dongfang Changsheng's pupils shrank suddenly, then quickly recovered, and said with a smile: "Master, why did you stop me?"
Master Jingkong clasped his hands together and sighed: "Donor Dongfang, why bother to commit murder again?"
Dongfang Changsheng wanted to smash the bald donkey's head with a punch to see if this old guy's brain circuit was different from others, but he still kept a smile on his face: "Master has misunderstood. The Sanjiang Alliance is colluding with the Demon Sect.
They committed adultery and brought disaster to the world. They were eliminated to save more innocent people. How could it be considered committing murder?
What's more, I am not an unreasonable person. I have no intention of killing them on the spot. I at least want to put them in jail and ask them questions clearly.
I know that Master is merciful, but when faced with demons, you must resort to thunderbolt measures when necessary. This is the real great mercy. Master, please give way. Don't hurt you and me for the sake of a group of heartless lunatics.
Harmony on both sides.”
These words are well-founded and employ both soft and hard tactics, which fully reflects Dongfang Changsheng's adaptability and skill. Unfortunately, sometimes these things are of no use when faced with people who accept death.
If the opinions of the world are divided, and the advice and refutations are like a violent storm, then Master Jingkong's true intention is like a stone that cannot be destroyed by wind and rain. I remain unmoved, and it is useless for anyone to come.
Master Jingkong said compassionately: "If you can find mercy, please forgive me. The donor from the East should not be embarrassed." He had no intention of getting out of the way.
Dongfang Changsheng's smile faded, and he said in a deep voice: "Master, please don't make it difficult for me."
Pure emptiness is just silent recitation of Amitabha.
Zhuo Mufeng, who was in the rear, was happy. For the first time, he felt that the old monk was quite cute. He said with added jealousy, "Master, you'd better get out of the way. Dongfang Changsheng is very cunning and cruel.
If you messed up his affairs this time, he might one day throw a scapegoat on you and accuse you of having an affair with the demon sect. Anyway, whether it is related to the demon sect or not is decided by the Dongfang family. Ordinary people can't provoke you.
I’m sorry!”
There was a strong sense of sarcasm in the words, even a fool could hear it. The people around looked at each other in confusion, and no one said anything.
Dongfang Jingting shouted: "Zhuo Mufeng, if you have the ability, don't hide behind the master. How can you use the master?"
Zhuo Mufeng laughed angrily and argued: "Who do you think you are? If you have the ability, don't rely on the strength of the crowd. One-on-one, I will chop you with one sword. Do you dare?"
As soon as these words came out, Dongfang Jingting's indifferent face turned blue and red. Just now, in full view of everyone, everyone could see clearly that if Dongfang Changsheng hadn't made a move, he would have been seriously injured by the opponent's sword.
With a glance, Dongfang Jingting suddenly raised his hand. The three masters of the Dongfang family who had detained Yin Xiangfeng and the others realized something and quickly put their swords on the necks of Yin Xiangfeng and the others.
Dongfang Jingting said coldly: "Zhuo Mufeng, get out, or kill the three of them immediately!"
This move angered Wu Guanting and others, and He Dingbang even scolded him for being shameless.
"You try killing him, I guarantee you won't live long." Zhuo Mufeng said coldly.
Yin Xiangfeng and the others loudly dissuaded him, saying not to take risks for them. As a result, the detainee had his jaw removed on the spot, and his whole body was convulsing in pain.
Dongfang Changsheng was too lazy to look at this side and just looked at Jingkong: "Master, are you bound to do bad things?"
Master Jingkong: "Why is Donor Dong so persistent?"
It's obvious that you, an old monk, have no eyesight and have bad intentions, but am I wrong? Even though he was afraid of Jing Kong's martial arts, Dongfang Changsheng was still angered by the opponent's attitude of not getting in.
He finally understood that this old monk was stubborn and seemed gentle and polite, but in fact he was determined on one thing and would not listen to anyone's opinion. He was a typical troublemaker.
Thinking that he had been setting it up for so long and was about to succeed, but was ruined by this old monk. There were so many people watching around him. It was related to the majesty of the Dongfang family. Dongfang Changsheng's face turned cold: "Since
So, I would like to ask the master for advice."
Whoosh!
Before he finished speaking, Dongfang Changsheng had already flicked his fingers, and his sword energy was like wind and rain, continuously shooting towards the opposite side.
The Buddha's light emanated from Jingkong's body. Without even moving his feet, it covered a ten-foot radius. Even though Dongfang Changsheng used all his strength, the sword energy was still unable to break through the Buddha's light at all, and only the sound of the collision of gold and iron continued to be heard.
With an angry shout, Dongfang Changsheng flew out, his body surface surrounded by a layer of dragging sword energy, drawing a bright light behind him. He fell like a comet and stabbed directly into Master Jingkong.
It is one of the killing moves in the Sunflower Sword Finger, transformed into a sword rainbow.
boom!
The Buddha's light was finally pierced. Dongfang Changsheng was well aware of the fear of the old monk, and his skill had already been raised to the limit. At this time, he was even fighting with Chun Lei. The power of the sword on his body did not decrease but increased. The sword energy condensed again, allowing him to move faster.
Rush out at a fast speed.
The bluestone slabs facing him on the ground were crushed into stone chips by the ubiquitous sword energy on the spot, which was more thorough than being put into a crusher. The destructive power was evident.
Everyone was terrified, having practiced martial arts to this extent, it was almost the same as being unrivaled in the world.
Zhuo Mufeng retreated continuously, affected by the sword force, and had to temporarily avoid the edge.
Everyone around them widened their eyes. It turned out that Jingkong stretched out his hand. He didn't prepare his strength or dodge. He simply stretched out his hand and blocked the front of the sword energy. The golden light suddenly rose in the palm of his hand, and the thick golden color gave people an indestructible feeling.
Feel.
Boom!
Jingkong didn't take a step back, and didn't even shake his body.
On the other hand, Dongfang Changsheng was trembling all over, his sword energy was blocked, and he kept rubbing against the pure golden palm, shooting out sickle-shaped golden sparks tens of meters high, splashing into the sky, and creating a channel of fireworks.
There is a burning smell.
"Donor Dongfang, please stop." Jingkong said helplessly.
In such a thrilling decisive battle, one side used all its strength, but the other still had time to talk, and the two sides made judgments.
Not to mention other people, even the top ten masters of the Demon Sect who were bystanders were shocked by Jing Kong's terrifying strength, and their faces became more solemn than the others.
And at the moment when the whole audience was concentrating, Zhuo Mufeng took advantage of the moment when the Dongfang Family was being held back by the air force, and with a fierce look on his face, he swung his sword and charged towards the opposite side.
Wu Guanting and others are fighting fiercely with the masters of the Dongfang Family. The time between the two sides has not been long, but the situation has already become intense and they are truly merciless.
With the enemy outnumbered, Wu Guanting and others retreated in succession and were forced to squeeze into a very small area. He Dingbang, who was the worst in martial arts, had more than a dozen scars on his body and was struggling to hold on.
In the distance, Miao Qingcheng and Wu Yuanyuan are even more dangerous, relying solely on Wu Yuanyuan to support them.
This woman is indeed a genius in illusion. She has used Dacheng's magic of transforming the sky and striking the earth to its limit. However, facing ferocious attacks from all directions, she can only barely resist. Moreover, due to the excessive exertion, she has reached the edge of exhaustion.