Yue Buqun: I'm already cultivating immortality, why do I still want to be the leader?

"What the hell."

"How could he be so strong."

In just ten breaths, Cao Zhengchun was already sweating profusely.

Zhu Wushi's progress completely exceeded his expectations.

In fact, Zhu Wushi was also extremely high.

Otherwise, he would not have been able to secretly master so many unique skills.

But he was inspired by Gu Santong and was determined to practice a martial art to the pinnacle.

That's why he practiced the Pure Yang Finger to such a level.

A breakthrough in skills.

It opened up the generation gap in technology.

It also made Cao Zhengchun restricted everywhere and gradually fell into despair.

"Ah..."

Another black-clothed sword guard died.

This was the joint masterpiece of Mr. Tie Di and Guo Shenpo.

Their martial arts were stronger than the black-clothed sword guards.

But they understand the principle of strong alliance better.

So in the secret communication, they came up with a simple matching technique.

This technique was originally prepared for top masters of Luo Jusheng's level.

A mere black-clothed sword guard.

How could he resist the calculations of two weapon masters.

He died in the long street in just ten breaths.

At the same time as "197".

Mingkong Fangzhang's fifty-one moves of the Demon-Subduing Sword killed the black-clothed sword guards and made them throw away their armor.

Even the brocade box fell to the ground.

"Don't even think about it!"

Cao Zhengchun was anxious.

He did so much and sacrificed so many direct descendants just for this thousand-year-old ginseng king.

Zhu Wusi laughed grimly.

The wind rose.

The dust swirled.

The extremely powerful fist formed a huge vortex in the air.

Cao Zhengchun didn't know what kind of fist this was.

But its horror forced him to use the secret technique of burning blood.

The extreme Tiangang Qi supported the last protective barrier.

Boom!

The Tiangang Wall was shattered.

Cao Zhengchun's body flew away like a kite with a broken string.

"Ah..."

But it was Abbot Mingkong who screamed.

Zhu Wusi turned back in horror.

I saw a man with white and black hair, a short body, but an extremely condensed god mask holding Abbot Mingkong's arm in his hand, and colliding with Wuwan with one hand.

Wuwan's poisonous heart palm was extremely poisonous.

Even a master of internal strength could not withstand ten breaths.

But this Lord not only easily dealt with it with one hand, but also swallowed the poisonous gas in front of Wu Wan.

"Playing with poison in front of me?"

The Lord's voice was cold.

It was full of disdain.

The moment the voice fell, the palm force shook out.

Then he sent the arm of the abbot Mingkong to Guo Shenbu.

Guo Shenbu was afraid of poison.

He only dared to use the Jingtao Palm Wind to shake it away.

But just after the move fell, the Lord Wu Wan, who was just fighting with him, came to him like a ghost, and a simple palm whistled down.

The palm wind was actually green.

The most terrifying thing is that although Guo Shenbo didn't touch his arm just now, his heart suddenly felt an inexplicable pain.

But he didn't care about that.

He endured the pain and used the Jingtao Palm again.

The palm power was like the rolling water of a river, rushing away.

"Huh?"

The Lord of God stopped the move in doubt.

He turned towards Mr. Tie Di, who was still thinking.

Mr. Tie Di was so scared that he gave up the advantage he had just gained and hurriedly defended.

One against three.

Advance and retreat are well-founded.

Still have the upper hand.

Zhu Wushi seemed to see another version of Guo Songyang.

"Brother, save me."

Luo Jusheng was covered in blood and left the house in a mess.

But almost as soon as he fell into the long street, two masters had already killed him from behind.

Yagyu Tajima no Kami and Mian Kuang Shiro.

Two great masters from Japan.

They acted with intent but without intent.

No wonder Luo Juesheng, who had mastered the divine arts, was so miserable.

Mian Kuang Shiro's phantom sword, Yagyu Tajima no Kami's killing sword.

The two of them strangled each other in a dislocated position.

Whether it was true or false.

The sword energy was everywhere.

Blood was splattering.

There were more and more bloody wounds on Luo Juesheng's body.

The complexion and true energy were getting weaker and weaker.

"Be careful..."

"Be careful of yourself."

Cao Zhengchun looked anxious.

Zhu Wusi's Pure Yang Palm Belt roared with a whistling hot stream.

This fist energy was as condensed as fire.

Instantly, the temperature of the long street increased by several levels.

Cao Zhengchun even felt the absurdity of being in the desert.

He slapped out the Tiangang Palm.

He saved his life with the palm, but he was not able to escape unscathed.

Because the Pure Yang Finger hidden behind Zhu Wusi had pierced Cao Zhengchun's heart.

Fortunately, Cao Zhengchun took emergency shelter at the moment of life and death.

Otherwise, it would not be the armpit that was pierced.

It would be the heart.

"Ah..."

"That's all."

Even with the help of the mysterious God.

The East Factory was also defeated.

The defeat was now doomed.

The God would naturally not stay and wait for death.

He threw his hand out.

Four golden lights whistled away.

Only the one-armed Abbot Mingkong and the masked Wuwan were left to dodge and break the moves in panic.

Ding ding ding bu.

The blocked three swords of golden light made three close metal collision sounds.

Looking carefully.

It turned out to be three snake-shaped daggers.

However, Abbot Mingkong and Constable Guo, who was trying to launch a sneak attack, screamed miserably. (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Because one of the golden lights suddenly exploded at the moment of hitting, splashing out a little bit of venom.

Abbot Mingkong's eyes were splashed.

Constable Guo was even worse.

He was directly splashed on the upper body.

"Goddess."

"I'm sorry."

The ghostly God threw his hands again.

The sky was full of poisonous powder, which flew out and swallowed Zhu Wusi.

At the same time.

The God picked up the pale-faced Cao Zhengchun and walked away.

"Brother!"

The abandoned Luo Jusheng cried out in grief.

"Supervisor!"

The remaining two black-clothed sword guards also called out unwillingly..0

Zhu Wusi, who had just used the wind from his sleeve to disperse the poisonous powder, flew out without thinking. []

Scorching.

Brutal.

The fierce Pure Yang Palm slapped Luo Jusheng's head.

A life-or-death situation.

Luo Jusheng used 120% of the Bodhidharma internal energy to push the Vajra Finger, pointing to the core point where the palm power was most concentrated.

The ultimate diamond finger strength.

I saw the armor as mud.

It was like hitting a ten-thousand-pound iron gate.

Crack!

The fingers that were harder than gold and iron were instantly shattered.

Luo Jusheng's head was like a fruit being smashed, cracking open.

"You..."

Luo Jusheng fell on his back.

He died with his eyes open.

At the same time, Mian Kuang Shilang also burst into a brilliant sword light.

His body passed directly between the last two black-clad sword guards.

I couldn't see the specific moves.

I only saw him happily putting away his sword.

The battle on the long street also came to an end.

"Goddess."

"Shiro no longer owes you any favors. Goodbye."

Mian Kuang Shiro clasped his fists towards Zhu Wushi.

Then he did not linger.

He ran towards the distant lights as if he was relieved.

Yagyu Tajima-no-kami and Karasuma were ready to make a move, but in the end they looked at Zhu Wushi.

As long as Zhu Wushi nodded.

They would chase him.

Eliminate him.

Eliminate him.

Zhu Wushi shook his head.

In front of Abbot Mingkong and the others, he naturally could not play the game of killing the cunning rabbit and cooking the running dog.

"Shiro."

He shouted to the figure of Mian Kuang Shiro: "Have a good journey. Let's drink together someday."

No response.

Even the last figure could not be seen.

But Zhu Wusi had slowly picked up the fallen brocade box.

Although he did not accomplish his goal tonight.

But Cao Zhengchun's wings were almost cut off by him.

From then on. 5.8

As long as Cao Zhengchun dared to leave the palace.

He would surely die.

"Old Guo..."

Mr. Tie Di cried out in grief.

Zhu Wusi turned back anxiously.

But the poisonous gas of Guo Shenbu had already killed him.

"Amitabha."

"This is the long-lost red snake poison."

Mingkong Fangzhang's face was covered with blood, and his eyes were completely empty.

In order to prevent the red snake blood poison from eroding his head, he resolutely dug

"God."

"I am blind and disabled, and my worldly ties are over."

Abbot Mingkong stood up and saluted Zhu Wusi.

Then he followed the breath to the other side of the long street.

He had done everything he could.

Now it was time to return to Buddhism.

Begin the rest of his life.

"Master."

"When the court is clear, Wusi will go to Mount Wutai to discuss Buddhism and Taoism."

Zhu Wusi returned a heavy gift.

To show his gratitude.

So far.

The open and secret struggles between Hulong Villa and Dongchang.

It has come to an end for the time being. .