In the courtyard of the east city, all the five masters of the Demon Sect, such as Yao Wu, were disgusted.

When they heard the second roar, they knew that something was wrong, and when a magnificent aura appeared at the end of the sky, the feeling of being surrounded by powerful enemies was even deeper.

Aunt Lei's face turned pale: "It's too late to regret it now. It won't take long before those guys will rush over!"

The fake smirk on Du Yuehong's face could no longer be maintained. Yao Wu pursed his lips, and Wan Jian Yan Luo looked solemn.

But Wuzhi Monk was heartless and shouted: "At this point, it's useless to be afraid of it. I'm fucking his grandma! Who else can let those guys come out in this world except us? When did my holy gate be afraid, hahaha?"

These words made Yao Wu and the other four look at the laughing and full of energy. They saw Wu Zhi Monk folding his back at Zhuo Mufeng, shouting to the master of the sect, be careful, and a little under his feet, the person rushed out of the house like a rocket and quickly turned into a black dot.

Wan Jian Yan Luo laughed silently: "This time we are not as happy as the bald donkey. If the Holy Sect seniors from that time saw our performance today, they would be very disappointed."

A sharp sword force burst out from the body of Yan Luo of Wan Jian, turning into a substantial white light column, poking up to a thousand meters high, as if piercing the clouds. With the house as the center, all the people within a radius of thousands of meters widened their eyes and looked at each other in horror.

Yao Wu, Aunt Lei and Du Yuehong were also stimulated by the sword force of Wan Jian Yan Luo, and a fearless ambition and pride were ignited in his heart. Now that things have come to this point, since we have no choice but to fight, we can only underestimate the Holy Sect.

Zhuo Mufeng did not look back and said, "Today's battle will be destined to be famous all over the world. Don't blame me for being cruel. This sect leader just plans to step on the eleven holy lands to justify my holy sect's reputation. The revival of glorious thousand years will begin today. The descendants of the holy sect will eventually remember you!"

The four people behind him were shocked, their eyes emitting burning light. With a burst of laughter, the four people rushed out in different directions.

"Brother, you must be careful!" No one around, the sister in white finally bravely held Zhuo Mufeng's hand.

Zhuo Mufeng met her worried gaze and smiled and said, "Don't worry, just those people can't kill me at all. I still have to hold my sister to sleep."

His face was floating like a red cloud, and the sister in white flashed and a string of whispers floated into Zhuo Mufeng's ears: "I'll hug you after it's over."

The beauty's fragrance still lingers around and does not dissipate 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 weapon with golden light, a strange weapon that looked like a knife and a sword appeared in his palm. It was the four-star weapon, Golden Dragon.

After Zizai Nuanyang Mountain killed Kangdu, this was the first time Zhuo Mufeng took it out.

The golden dragon was robbed as a killing weapon, full of enthusiasm, as if sensing the surging fighting spirit in Zhuo Mufeng's chest. The steel sheets in the dragon's mouth fluttered at an extremely fast frequency, and the two longan-eyed rubies at the handle were also shining with shining light, full of fierce murderous intent.

At the same time, Zhuo Mufeng pulled out the Galan sword tied to his waist with his right hand.

Unlike the Golden Dragon Saw surrounded by the thunderous atmosphere, the Galan Sword looks like a piece of dead purple wood, but its body exudes waves of Buddhist compassion, as if it wants to eliminate murderous intent and return to silence, but it is rejected by the Golden Dragon Saw.

Two four-star divine weapons with completely different temperaments collided with each other, one angry and one calm, causing Zhuo Mufeng, who held them at the same time to appear with two different temperaments. He seemed to be standing between tyranny and compassion, holding a thunder weapon, but there was a heavenly heart forgiving Buddha, and the contradiction was unexpectedly unified in him.

With his feet exerted force, Zhuo Mufeng floated up like a blue cloud, his eyes swept across the rapidly approaching breath, and finally rushed towards the direction where the Sunflower Sword Shadow was.

Bang!

When twenty-nine earth-shaking auras that were enough to overwhelm the world exploded over Jinghua City and quickly gathered together, a firework exploded in the southeast direction.

"Monster, your death is here!" An old man in yellow robe fell on a ridge, staring at the Wuzhi Monk opposite him with cold eyes.

Wuzhi Monk laughed wildly at the sky: "Nangong Bo, it's not certain who dies and who lives. I'm just taking a palm!"

The blood rays of his palms surging, and he slapped forward with Wuzhi Monk, just like the gate of hell opened, and an evil ghost smeared the world with his blood-stained hands. The snow turned into blood, and the pure white turned into dazzling red. The red blood kept wriggling, changing shapes in the cold wind. At that time, it surrounded Nangong Bo in the middle and covered him.

"A trick to carving insects." As the head of the Nangong family, Nangong Bo's strength is certainly unquestionable. This is a peerless master who is even better than Dongfang Changsheng.

I saw strands of silver-white lightning lingering between Nangong Bo's ten fingers, which looked worse than the Purple Thunder Art of the Changsheng Palace, but only those who knew the goods could feel the power of these ten lightnings.

Although he was ten feet high, the next moment, the crackling sound almost broke the eardrums of the spectators around him. This was the result of Nangong Bo's intentional control and preventing the power from leaking out.

Ten electric lights turned into long whips, and they tore up the blood-colored viscous substances extremely brutally. There was even a black fog coming out from the collision, accompanied by the smell of burning leather.

The electric whip is like a thunder, just like a wiper in front of the car, directly erasing a large area of ​​falling snow in the air. It was obviously wind and snow, but the void actually appeared blank. Let the cold wind blow, and the heavy snow around it could not invade.

Eight long whips were either straight like swords, twisted into an arc, or almost broken, swinging towards the Wuzhi Monk who was moving horizontally in the air from all directions. Countless people sucked cold air, and eight blank areas cleared by the long whip were connected into one piece, occupying a radius of nearly a thousand meters. Wuzhi Monk was like a flying insect, inevitably whipped by the eight long whips.

The world suddenly turned purple and white, flashing rapidly. The observer covered his ears and closed his eyes. More people were lying on the ground in horror.

But the explosion came faster, and eight loud noises were like bolts from the blue. Many people were deaf on the spot. The world became silent, with only black and white intercourse left. Mushroom clouds rose in the center of the explosion, accompanied by blood splashes.

Without any unnecessary preparation, Nangong Bo and Wuzhi Seng used all their strength as soon as they fought. Because one side was afraid that the opponent would escape, the other side was afraid that the power would be dragged down.

"puff!"

A bunch of blood stained the air with red blood. The monk Wuzhi flew backwards, and the monk's clothes were broken, and his chest was covered with blood and flesh. You could see the white bones piercing the flesh.

But Wuzhi Monk kept a grinning expression, allowing the sticky blood to flow out of his mouth, and his left arm was stretched out, as if it had not been taken back after using up the move.

Tens of feet away, Nangong Bo's face changed slightly, his right palm pressed against his chest, and a butterfly-shaped blood mark appeared in the palm of his palm. The blood mark squirmed, causing his blood to boil, and he felt like his meridians were bursting.

"Blood Seal Hand, have you practiced the second half of the Blood Demon**?!"

Nangong Bo's eyes were horrifying, and his voice was trembling. He forcibly shattered the butterfly-shaped blood mark with his peerless skills. Although it consumed a lot, he immediately rushed towards Wuzhi Monk, and the electric arc in his hand flashed.

After cursing inwardly, Wuzhi Seng quickly turned around and ran away. He didn't care about hiding the move just now. It was the real manifestation of his current strength. Unexpectedly, he was still defeated by Nangong Bo.

However, Wuzhi Seng was not discouraged. As the unique skill of the Blood Demon's second half, he had practiced for only a few years and was not yet proficient. Otherwise, Nangong Bo would definitely not be able to stop it just now. In time, it would be easy to kill Nangong Bo.

I just regret that there were too few resources in the past decades, and even though I absorbed part of the internal strength of the Demon Emperor Pearl, I still failed to completely tie the gap between the two sides.

Wuzhi Seng didn't know how shocked Nangong Bo was at this moment. In the past few decades, Nangong Bo had not fought with Wuzhi Seng, and both sides were considered old opponents. Therefore, it was difficult to accept Wuzhi Seng's advancement in his skills.

"Nangong Bo, you'd better wash your neck and wait. Next time you meet, I will take the head on your neck, hahaha." Before the laughter had fallen, a sword light suddenly slashed in the distance, and snow was rolling back all over the sky, and it actually absorbed on the sword light, forming a snow sword dozens of feet.

Wuzhi Monk hurriedly waved his palm and hit him hard. With a thud, the snow sword exploded, and the snow seeds seemed to have become sharp swords. He used the power of piercing through the gold and stone to thrust Wuzhi Monk wildly, densely packed and omnipotent.

The blood-red light shield was spread all over his body, and the light shield was immediately rippled. Wuzhi Monk had to move horizontally to the left and cursed in anger: "Beitangyi, you ungrateful little woman!"

A beautiful woman in yellow stood on a flying eaves in the distance, and the snow in the sky covered her face, but all the warriors and people around her knew each other's identity through the mouth of the wise monk.

The number one master of Jianhai Palace and the only remaining super master in Nanwu today, Beitangyi!

Being scolded as a slut in public, Beitang Yi's pink face turned red, thinking that if it weren't for Zhuo Mufeng's sake, the sword just now would have to bleed your bald donkey.

Outsiders don’t know that Beitang, due to his extraordinary talent, received the complete version of the Sword Sea Sutra given by Zhuo Mufeng, his swordsmanship has increased day by day, and he is no longer the same as before.

Thinking of the last time the five masters of the Demon Sect helped the world, it was so popular that it once made the world suspicious of the Jianhai Palace. Beitang Yi shouted coldly: "Ungracious? My Jianhai Palace is the right way. Do you need the help of your demons? When I don't know your sinister intention to sow discord? Death!"

With a sword, the sword energy was brilliant, and the snowflakes that almost blocked their sight were immediately split. With the angrily angrily monk, his cross-eyes straightened up and fled to the other side with a strange cry, not only to avoid Beitangyi's sword, but also because of Nangong Bo's electric whip attacking again.

Jinghua City is very big after all, and the aura from afar looks strong, but in fact it will not be able to pass it for a while, so Wuzhi Monk has enough conditions to get rid of the two behind him.
Chapter completed!