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Chapter 692 Yellow River Beach Meat Grinder (1)

"It's not that I am cruel, and fellow Daoist Qin has perished himself. It's a celebrity on the List of Gods!" Wenshu Guangfa Tianzun casually threw Qin Wan's head, his tone was calm and unpredictable.

Qin Wan's blood-dropped head fell into the loess, dyeing it bright red. Qin Wan's expression was covered with blood, his eyes wide open, and he was obviously dying with his eyes open. He had not yet completed his revenge for his nine friends, so how could he be willing to do so? Compared with this, the fact that thousands of years of practice can be ignored.

Seeing that all the Ten Heavenly Lords died, even the entire body was not lost! Wen Zhong's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and the Jie Sect's faces were not good-looking, among which Yang Sen and Lu Yue, who were very hot-tempered, were the most.

Lu Yue has already launched a plague, and when he goes to the battle, he will inevitably reveal clues. If he fails, it will be unbeautiful. After thinking for a long time, Lu Yue finally suppressed his anger, yelled, and vomited out his anger!

Yang Sen was honest and had already blushed and had a thick neck. He roared, "I'm so angry!" He didn't ask Wen Zhong for a fight, but directly activated his mount to rush forward, shouting, "Do not go!"

Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun turned his back to Yang Sen, and his body kept going back to the formation easily. Yang Sen was extremely angry and was half angry, but he did not have the habit of slapping the stick behind his back. Wu Jian fought a few times among the two armies. Yang Sen shouted, "That Taoist, how dare you meet me Yang Sen for a while?"

Jin Zha came out of the crowd and said disdainfully: "Just because you still want to meet with my master, isn't that a joke? Let me win first!" Yang Sen's face turned black, and being so contemptuous made his head dizzy. The scene in front of him was even a little blurry. If there were a few more words, I'm afraid he would be angry on the spot. Yang Sen no longer talked, took out the ground-slashing bead and threw it out in the face.

Jin Zha was shocked. His swords crossed like cuts, laying layers of phantoms in front of him, and his defense was strong. However, the golden light came so fast that it was unparalleled. Seeing all the defenses as nothing, Jin Zha hit Jin Zha's chest and smashed him off the horse on the spot. If it weren't for the extraordinary effect of the armor on his chest, this attack would have killed him.

Yang Sen jumped off the sling and was about to cut Jin Zha's head. Two people suddenly rushed out of the enemy formation and shouted, "Don't hurt my brother!" It was Mu Zha and Nezha. Mu Zha sacrificed Wu hook sword in the sky and slashed Yang Sen's neck. Nezha stepped on the wind and fire wheels, and the speed was faster. He took the lead and threw out the Qiankun circle, holding the fire spear, turned into a phantom, and rushed towards Yang Sen.

Wang Mo, Li Xingba, Gao Youqian cursed despicable, and immediately stepped out of the crowd to rescue. Gao Youqian had already walked out of the military formation, but seeing that the two enemies were coming out of the battle, he thought for a while and then returned.

Wang Mo and Li Xingba urged their mounts and quickly stepped forward. Although they were very angry, the four of them had been together for many years and had a clear understanding of each other's skills. This situation was not difficult for Yang Sen.

However, the situation was beyond expectations.

Yang Sen threw the ground-slashing bead and smashed the Wu Gou Jian open. The long sword slowly circled in the air and easily unfolded the Qiankun circle. He twisted his body and avoided the Fire Spike.

Wang Mo and others smiled, but Jin Zha, who had been smashed to the ground, suddenly turned over and thrust out like a poisonous snake, and went straight into Yang Sen's ribs.

Yang Sen screamed, and his body trembled continuously. Wang Mo was shocked, and his body shook and disappeared from the horse's back. The next second, he had already snatched Yang Sen back. Wang Mo shouted: "Second brother, why don't you hide, why don't you hide?" Wang Mo's voice was trembling, and the pain in his heart had reached its peak.

Yang Sen was severely injured and kept spitting blood foam from his mouth. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but the blood foam in his mouth made him speechless.

Yang Sen stretched out his trembling hand and tried to wipe a tear from the corner of Wang Mo's eyes for Wang Mo, but his hand only reached halfway and then landed on the ground. Yang Sen's ankle was blue and black. It was obvious that someone had just held his feet, which made Yang Sen unable to move. He died so frustrated.

Wang Mo laughed to the sky, his chest was undulating, Li Xingba and Gao Yougan stood on both sides. The anger of the three of them rushed to the sky. Wang Mo stood up high, snorted, tore the moon-white hydrated Taoist suit apart, lit his chest with one hand, and cursed with the other: "Will you beasts only bully the less? Who will fight with your grandfather? Let's use your conspiracy and tricks to kill me!"

Han Zhixian's eyes were filled with tears, and she pulled Zhao Gongming's sleeve and wiped it around as a handkerchief, saying, "The people of the Chan Sect are too despicable. Senior Brother Zhao, you want to avenge Yang Sen."

Zhao Gongming's face was not good-looking, and he was besieged to death by the other party's three generations of disciples. Yang Sen was not only worthy of death, but also made the Jie Sect's subordinates dumb. This revenge could only be avenged by his brothers. No one was qualified to run away. Zhao Gongming said: "Hanzhi, if I go to fight, I will look down on the three Wang Mo! Look at it, their brothers will definitely not give up!"

Lan Deng, the Chan Sect, said lightly: "Who will teach this wild Taoist priest who is full of dirty words?" Although this incident was caused by Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun, he had already had a battle before. Seeing that he is now looking at his nose, his nose and his heart, his eyes are drooping, and he ignores Lan Deng's words. Obviously, he will not fight again no matter what.

The challenge of the three kings and demons made the Chan Sect hesitant! If the three Jie Sects go into battle, if the three Zheng Sects also go into battle, they will inevitably weaken their own aura. After all, winning by despicable means just now is already a shameless person. Therefore, if one fights three and wins perfectly in this battle, it will be very difficult. Apart from Lan Deng, even Guangchengzi is not sure.

Is it necessary to let your own leader fight just now that the battle begins?

Yun Zhongzi looked around and smiled bitterly, saying, "Let me meet them later!"

To be honest, Yun Zhongzi doesn't like the current situation very much. It would be fine if those younger generations used some dirty tricks before! After all, their second-generation disciples no longer come to the front. Even if they know, they can say "I've dealt with it!" to make a mistake. However, in front of the two armies, they did such a thing in front of everyone, and there was no glory on Tianzun's face.

Yun Zhongzi walked out of the formation, his Taoist robe was flying, his sleeves were floating, and he was holding a magnificent basket of flowers in his left hand. Tu Xingsun and Jin Zha and others laughed and laughed. They were a little excited about being able to join forces to kill Yang Sen. This was a second-generation disciple of the Jie Sect, which was extraordinary.

Tu Xingsun said arrogantly: "That man is really useless. I haven't used the immortal binding rope yet, so I'm dead!" Jin Zha was about to reply, but suddenly saw Yang Jian wink at them. Although he didn't know why, he had always believed in Yang Jian's intelligence and quickly stopped talking.

Only Tu Xingsun didn't know what was said and was still talking loudly. Suddenly, he was slapped heavily on his head. Tu Xingsun was about to get angry, but when he turned his head, he saw that his master was his master. Tu Xingsun quickly shrank his neck, like a quail trembling in the cold wind, without saying anything.
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