Xie Fu directly carried Wei Peng on his back, "Let's go take a look too."

Wei Peng lay down behind Fu Xie and asked, "Junior Brother Fu, can you tell me how you managed to abduct Senior Sister Gu in just a few days?"

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Under the swipe of Wusun's golden pestle, Shuizhou's Xiaoshui sword was knocked away. His feet fell to the ground and he staggered back a few steps before he regained his balance. His face turned slightly pale, and the true energy in his body was surging. He was obviously injured.

Wusunjin saw that the opponent had already been defeated, so he stopped attacking. He kept reciting the words "conquering people with virtue" in his heart to suppress the murderous intention in his heart.

All the disciples looked sad. Uncle Sufeng Master and Uncle Suqi Master had both been defeated. Uncle Shuizhou was their last hope, and Uncle Suxing came just to officiate at the ceremony for the leader of the Leiyuan Sect, just like a gentleman.

The integrity never wavers.

Shui Zhou looked at the two uncles who had already accepted the facts with silent expressions, and then looked at the uncle who was as quiet as sitting in a chair.

Finally, she looked at the earth-colored disciple, and felt that the heavy burden of life and death of Lei Yuan Sect was now on her shoulders. Even if it was as heavy as a mountain, she would have to carry it.

He yelled angrily: "Exotic monster, take a slap from me!"

Seeing the power of Shuizhou's claps, Wusunjin was not surprised but overjoyed when he saw the power of Shuizhou clapping his hands. He was not surprised but happy. He actually abandoned his weapon, the golden pestle, and raised his palms to meet it. He shouted: "Conquer people with virtue!"

The four palms touch each other, and the true energy hits each other, just like two waves fighting each other. If they are evenly matched, a huge wave will be ejected.

If one is strong and the other is weak, the weak one will be directly swallowed up by the strong one, leaving only a wave.

As the leader of a religion, Wusunjin's true energy was obviously much richer than Shuizhou's. After the muffled sound, Wusunjin stood still, while Shuizhou's body flew away and fell to the ground, spurting out a large mouthful of blood.

This time he was obviously seriously injured.

Gao Wanting, Jiang Anyi and other disciples cried out sadly: "Master!"

Wusunjin laughed loudly: "Now you can convince people with your virtue."

At this time, a bright light appeared in the sky, and the sword was as fast as a bolt of lightning.

——Martial God Thunder Kill!

——Uncle Yushi is here!

The morale of all the disciples was immediately high and their blood was boiling.

The God of Martial Arts' Thunder Kill, the unique move of Wuwu Baodian, who else can do it besides Uncle Yushi.

Hearing the excitement of the disciples inside the sect, Shuizhou, who was dying, forced his eyes open, "Yu Baiyi, you are finally here."

This powerful lightning went straight to Wusunjin, and everyone held their breath, expecting Wusunjin to be broken apart.

Wusun Jin just raised the golden pestle and waved it, and the strong electricity turned into a handful of broken copper and iron, which bounced away and fell to the ground with a jingle.

Seeing Wu Sunjin's special move being transformed into Wusun Jin with a single wave, everyone couldn't help but exclaim.

Seeing this scene, Shuizhou closed his eyes sadly again.
Chapter completed!