The sound stung Murong Chenhuan's nerves like a nightmare. At this moment, Murong Chenhuan's body and mind were undergoing a huge impact.
The endless pain caused him to pass out for a while. However, Lu Zhuoyin didn’t know what method he used to wake Murong Chenhuan up immediately after he fell into coma, so that he could continue to bear this pain. Inhuman torment.
There seems to be a devil's voice roaring in your mind. Admit it, you are a product of the pseudo-ancient martial arts era!
You are not worthy of being a warrior!
Murong Chenhuan’s eyes were blood red.
In the distance, Zhan Dongshan rushed towards Murong Chenhuan crazily, but was hit by long sticks again and again, vomiting blood and falling back.
Yan Chongqing also suffered heavy blows from the long stick and was seriously injured.
The warriors in the distance looked at this scene and were silent.
They knew the consequences of the Zhanlong Island team today, and what came to their ears was Lu Zhuoyin’s ridicule of this group of their era.
No one dared to stand up.
Lu Zhuoyin laughed wildly and stepped on Murong Chenhuan, "Say it!"
Murong Chenhuan remained silent.
Lu Zhuoda couldn't help but walked over and kicked Murong Chenhuan, "Tsk, tsk, wasn't he very majestic just now?"
Murong Chenhuan was too, after all. The warrior in the Divine Transformation Realm was being punched, kicked, and verbally humiliated by Lu Zhuo in the Aura Realm. This scene was like a loud slap in the face of the warriors present.
Many people felt their cheeks burning.
Hot.
Clenched his fists tightly.
Suddenly, a man, a white-haired warrior, rushed out with a sharp knife in his hand, shouting, "I have already stepped into the coffin with one foot. I can't stand this." Even if we are defeated in every possible way, we are by no means a product of the pseudo-ancient martial arts era."
The old man charged at Lu Zhuoyin with his sword.
Lu Zhuo laughed, raised his foot, and the old man vomited blood and flew out.
This scene directly ignited the blood deep in the hearts of all the warriors present.
"Fight them!"
Immediately some warriors rushed forward, each with crazy eyes.
Of course, some warriors took advantage of this moment to turn around and run away down the mountain.
"Only fools rush forward."
"It's better to go first."
The warriors who rushed forward one by one were all The stick fell to the ground.
Seeing this scene, Zhan Dongshan's body trembled slightly, and his eyes became muddy and moist.
Even if he is defeated, there is still a bloody good man in the world of warriors!
Zhan Dongshan is also fighting back hard.
The disciples of the Fudoyama Sect have cold faces, tall bodies, and are extremely powerful.
"Come on, come all those who are not afraid of death." Lu ZhuodaHe strode forward, holding a long stick in his hand, and opened and closed it widely. One by one, the warriors were swept to the ground. The white-haired old man who was the first to rush up now calmed down and spat out a mouthful of broken teeth stained with blood. When he got out, he picked up the sharp knife and rushed forward.
He is not afraid of death. He wants to make his death worthwhile and set an example for future generations. Warriors must have such a bloody spirit.
Lu Zhuoda sneered, shook the long stick in his hand, and hit the old man's head directly...
Bang!
In the midst of lightning and flint, the old man swung his knife with all his strength, but it didn't hit him with the thunderous force he imagined.
Many people were stunned.
A black shadow came like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, Lu Zhuoda was blasted out. He and his stick flew more than ten meters away before falling heavily to the ground.
Swish, swish, swish!
A series of eyes looked at this figure.
It is a back view.
He was wearing a black trench coat, with his hands behind his back and his back to everyone.
Jiang Qufeng can always find an angle where no one can see his face.
Lu Zhuoyin’s eyes were like lightning as he stared at the back. Looking carefully, there were writings on the clothes of the back, “If God had not given birth to me, Jiang Qufeng, the sea would be like a long night.”
Among the crowd, someone suddenly shouted.
"It was the mysterious man who walked out of Palace No. 1. After the battle in the sea, he disappeared. Unexpectedly, he actually appeared here today."
"It turns out that he Called Jiang Qufeng!"
"Can he deal with the strong men of the Fudoshan Sect?"
Under the gaze of many eyes, the disciples of the Fudoshan Sect were already waving their hands. The long stick rushed towards this figure.
The shadows of the sticks overlapped and swung around in chaos.
It looked as if he was about to swallow up the figure in black, but in the blink of an eye, the figure in black moved, and there was a yellow folding fan in his hand. With a snap, the yellow folding fan opened, and it was powerful. Like a black whirlwind, it blew away many Fudoyama Sect disciples in the blink of an eye.
As soon as the scene stopped, the man in black turned his back to everyone again.
The folding fan in his hand suddenly turned yellow.
Lu Zhuoyin’s eyes narrowed.
"Another divine transformation from the pseudo-ancient martial arts era." Lu Zhuoyin waved his hand, and two divine transformation disciples who were besieging Zhandong Mountain immediately waved their long sticks towards Jiang Qufeng and killed them. In a fight, none of the three gods in Zhanlong Island could cope with this combination.
Many eyes looked over.
This is the only variable on Thousand Layers Peak at this moment.
Can the mysterious man in black turn the tide?
When the two disciples of the Divine Transformation Realm approached, Jiang Qufeng took the lead in launching an attack. He struck out with a folding fan in his hand. The sudden blow was like a thunderous force. It can be said that the unique skill inherited from Qishan Mountain, It is similar to the Fudoyama Sect. Of course, ifJudging from the situation two thousand years ago, Qishan Mountain is not as good as the Fudoshan Sect, but now, Jiang Qufeng beats the Fudoshan Sect disciples of the same level.
As soon as the folding fan came out, a black shadow suddenly appeared.
Two divine warriors came to attack, and the three figures were like sparks hitting the earth in an instant.
The onlookers were dazzled and nervous.
Bang! Bang!
The two Fudoyama Sect’s God Transformers were knocked away. They staggered and barely managed to steady their figures. Their eyes looked forward with disbelief... Their expressions darkened. The one who followed The man they were fighting could only let them see the back of his head.
The two of them were angry!
What does this mean? I look down upon them so much.
The two of them looked at each other, anger welling up in their eyes, and they rushed forward, holding the long stick in their hands tightly, and swept across with a roar.
"Don't move the God's Stick!"
Boom, boom, boom!
The long stick hit the folding fan, and when everyone was sweating over the folding fan, the long stick actually broke.
Hit cattle across the mountain!
Jiang Qufeng took advantage of the situation and took action.
Two figures vomited blood and fell out.
Jiang Qufeng turned around and looked up at the sky. At the same time, he straightened his waist. He wondered whether the people behind him could see the writing on his clothes clearly.
Jiang Qufeng wanted to take a few steps back, but he still held back. Any movement of his body at this time would affect his performance.
Lu Zhuoyin stared at Jiang Qufeng with sharp eyes, "It turned out to be the fire seed of Qishan Mountain. When did Qishan Mountain dare to provoke the Fushan Sect?"
Many eyes were fixed on the back of the black windbreaker, waiting for his answer.
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