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 time, but 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 endure this inhuman pain.

There seemed to be a devil's voice roaring in his 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 turned blood red.

In the distance, Zhan Dongshan rushed towards Murong Chenhuan frantically, 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 suffered serious injuries.

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 mockery of this group of their time.

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 it quite majestic just now?"

After all, Murong Chenhuan was also a warrior in the Divine Transformation Realm, but at this moment, he was punched, kicked, and verbally humiliated by Lu Zhuo, who was in the Aura Realm. This scene was like a loud slap in the face of the warriors present.

superior.

Many people felt their cheeks burning.

Hot.

Clench your 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 cannot bear such humiliation, even if I am invincible in every possible way.

, we are by no means a product of the pseudo-ancient martial arts era."

The old man rushed toward Lu Zhuoyin with his knife.

Lu Zhuo laughed and raised his foot, causing the old man to vomit blood and fly 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 a fool would rush forward."

"It's better to leave first."

The warriors who rushed forward were all swept to the ground by their long sticks.

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 martial arts world! 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 Zhuo strode forward, holding a long stick in his hand. He opened and closed it widely, and each of the warriors was swept to the ground. The white-haired old man who was the first to rush up now regained his strength and took a mouthful of blood-stained blood.

Broken Tooth vomited out, and 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 with the thunderous force he imagined.

Many people were confused.

A black shadow struck like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, Lu Zhuoda was blasted away. He and his stick flew more than ten meters away before falling heavily to the ground.

Swish, swish! A series of eyes looked at this figure.

It's 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 figure from behind. If he looked carefully, there were writings on the clothes of the figure, "If heaven had not given birth to me, Jiang Qufeng, the sea would be like a long night."

Among the crowd, someone suddenly shouted.

"It's 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 his name is Jiang Qufeng!"

"Can he deal with the strong men of the Fudoyama Sect?"

Under the gaze of many eyes, the disciples of the Fudoyama Sect had already charged towards the back figure with their long sticks waving.

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. There was a yellow folding fan in his hand. With a snap, the yellow folding fan opened. It was powerful, like a black whirlwind, and in the blink of an eye it was swallowed up.

Many Fudoyama Sect disciples flew away.

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 miraculous transformation from the pseudo-ancient martial arts era."

Lu Zhuoyin waved his hand, and immediately two divine transformation disciples who were besieging Zhandong Mountain swung their long sticks towards Jiang Qufeng, two against one. The three divine transformation disciples on Zhanlong Island just now were unable to 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?

Seeing that 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 Qishan Mountain's inherited secrets are similar to those of the Fudoshan Sect.

The wonderful thing is, of course, if we look at 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 and surrounded them, 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 thrown away. They staggered and barely steadied their figures. Their eyes looked ahead with disbelief... Their expressions darkened. The one who was fighting them

Men, they can only let them see the back of their heads.

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.

"The Immovable God Stick!"

Boom boom boom! The long stick hit the folding fan. When everyone was sweating over the folding fan, the long stick actually broke.

Hitting the cow across the mountain! Jiang Qufeng took advantage of the situation and struck out.

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 didn't know if 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 seeds 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.
Chapter completed!