Chapter 591 The shock brought by Xin Zhuo
The technique of [Tornado Universe] starts from the phantoms of nine virtual dragons, and turns into two colors of ice and thunder, like a crescent moon, including all targets in front.
This itself is an unreasonable Fawutong mysterious magical power, and the gestures and attack range are also unreasonable, at least other Six Peaks disciples cannot understand it.
One line is confusing, but the power of nine consecutive lines is dizzying. You don’t even know how to resist. Even if you catch one line, what should you do with the next eight?
At this time, the Six Peaks disciples were exhausted from the fight.
"Junior Brother Xin, no!"
The shout was made by Jia Sanquan. He could naturally see that these nine weird martial arts spells could kill people.
"Junior Brother Xin, you are from the same sect and you cannot kill people."
Gongsun Li also forgot to swing his sword and scolded her hurriedly. She suddenly thought of that day in Kunxu City, she saw from a distance Thirteen third-generation disciples of the Hehuan Holy Sect from the Yinxu Triple Sea flew back. They didn't pay attention at the time because the scene was too chaotic.
Furthermore, at that time, a strange Yuanji master was passing by. The disciples of each sect were confused and no one reported the specific matter.
Now that I think about it, I find it unbelievable. When I first met Xin Zhuo, this boy was just an earthly immortal. In just one year, he had reached the same level as himself. His combat power was so terrifying?
The shouts of the two people were almost accompanied by the Nine Paths of Magic and Martial Arts, and it was obviously too late.
At the critical moment, Xuantian Peak's Sun Changfeng and four other people jumped forward. The shadows of swords, redbirds, dragons and wild beasts emitted from behind them, blocking them all.
"Bang..."
First blow, take a step back.
For the second blow, take three steps back.
For the third blow, take five steps back.
......
The seventh blow, there was no way to retreat, the four people's faces turned pale, their bodies were covered with lightning and frost, they were numb and stagnant, they couldn't help but fly backwards, and fell heavily. On the second floor landing.
Fortunately, the more than a hundred Six Peaks disciples behind him had already reacted and immediately joined forces to resist.
"Bang!"
With the eighth blow, dozens of people were knocked several steps away, and terrifying frost and thunder filled the air.
The wooden cannon from the Mohist family was smashed into pieces and scattered all over the ground.
“Bang!”
With the ninth blow, a total of sixty-seven people were forced to the window. They had no way to retreat. They had to die or escape. They simply squeezed out of the window together. "Crackling" fell to the ground.
One move, nine styles!
Repulsed four geniuses of bloodline and divine body, and knocked away sixty-seven masters of the same realm.
Although there are suspicions of trickery and sneak attacks, the strength of the battle and the arrogance and unreasonableness are really shocking.
The entire first floor of Zhenyang Tower was immediately silent.
Jia Sanquan and Gongsun Li looked at Xin Zhuo up and down in disbelief, as if they wanted to get to know their junior brother again.
The remaining forty or so Six Peaks disciples on the opposite side stared at Xin Zhuo, breathing heavily, especially those of Sun Changfeng and Jiang Xiaoyu, whose expressions changed from frightened to fearful, even with some resentment.
Before entering the tower, everything was set up. First, they beat away a group of the disciples of the Standing Jianfeng, then the four of them fought Master Zhao Yizhu alone, and finally drove out all the disciples of the Standing Jianfeng. How could the Standing Jianfeng return? Is there such a weird disciple pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger?
Is this routine too deep?
Xin Zhuo remained silent, just looking at everyone's positions, as if he had expected this outcome before.
The heat inside the tower was overwhelming, and there was no idleness outside the tower either.
Liu Qingfeng has been fighting with the acting head coach Song Tianxing, the master of Purple Forest Peak Li Hanzhu, the master of Yingyang Peak Zhu Qing, and the master of Qipou Peak Yu Zhuji. Of course, it is only limited to you and me. You glanced at each other and smiled.
There are no vulgar catchphrases such as "What are you looking at" and "What am I looking at you for?" But to be honest, among the current second-generation elders and peak masters, Liu Qingfeng is the person with the highest level except for the leader who has not yet returned. He is usually protective and tyrannical, and his disciples are also domineering. The peak masters have long been unhappy with him. , this time Wanwu returns from the prosperous age, it is also appropriate for him to lose face.
When the twelve disciples who were standing at Jianfeng were knocked out immediately and fell to the ground, Liu Qingfeng's face had darkened. People like him were It is impossible to be intangible with emotions and emotions.
But Song Tianxing and others were obviously smiling, but they kept a straight face.
Yu Zhuji, the master of Qi Soul Peak, pretended to frown, flipping his hair charmingly, and sighed: "We agreed not to fight each other, but why did we go so far? These twelve people are all disciples of Jianjian Peak. Isn’t there only eight people in Jianfeng?”
“When they come out, they will be reprimanded in person.”
Purple Forest Peak Master Li Hanzhu said angrily.
Liu Qingfeng's face became even more gloomy. Looking at the twelve disciples under his sect who were in a panic, he coldly scolded: "Get out of the way."
The twelve disciples were ashamed and thought I didn’t know how to explain it, so I had to stand obediently behind the master and mistress, watching with my ears, nose, and heart.
At this time, the True Yang Tower shook slightly. First, seven figures flew out, then six figures, and then nine figures. They were all other Six Peaks disciples, and the twenty-two people rolled into a ball.
Song Tianxing and others looked at each other, relieved, and seemed to have expected it.
However, Liu Qingfeng's expression remained unchanged. He still knew his disciples well. Although Zhao Yizhu, Gongsun Li, Jia Sanquan and the other four disciples all had good backgrounds and talents, if they were the only eight remaining The disciple fought alone against hundreds of people on the other six peaks, and the situation was not optimistic.
At this time, four more Jianfeng disciples popped out of the tower door.
Liu Qingfeng simply closed her eyes, and his wife Chu Siniang subconsciously grabbed his hand to express comfort.
"It's a pity that there are still four disciples of Senior Brother Liu..." Yu Zhuji, the master of Seven Souls Peak, shook his head, unable to hide the smile on his lips.
"Ahem..." Song Tianxing and others coughed to hide their smiles.
Four people?
Liu Qingfeng suddenly opened his eyes. He thought of his little disciple, glanced behind him, and asked: "Where is Xin Zhuo?"
Logically, that little disciple He has the least background, so why is it that he is not among the sixteen disciples?
A disciple who was standing at Jianfeng clasped his fists and said cautiously: "Go back to Master, Junior Brother Xin was hiding in the corner and did not take any action."
Liu Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief.
Yu Zhuji, the master of Qipou Peak, couldn't help but smile and said: "Perhaps there is something magical about this person who left his name on the throne?"
What do you think when you hear this? Harsh.
At this moment, the True Yang Tower shook violently, and sixty or seventy people crowded out of the tower window one after another. Their blood was surging, they were in a state of embarrassment, and they fell to pieces.
"Uh..."
Acting Headmaster Song Tianxing paused in stroking his beard.
Qi Soul Peak Peak Master Yu Zhuji and Purple Forest Peak Peak Master Li Hanzhu frowned slightly.
Liu Qingfeng and his wife were also slightly startled.
The hundreds of elders and disciples from various peaks who were watching from all directions also looked directly at him.
These sixty or seventy people were all other Six Peaks disciples. Sixty or seventy people flew out at one time. This had never happened before. No matter how strong Zhao Yizhu and Jia Sanquan were, they couldn't do this, right?
Did something special happen inside? The disciples from various peaks no longer join forces to deal with the Standing Sword Peak, but instead divide into two factions to fight each other?
Acting Headmaster Song Tianxing immediately asked in a cold voice: "Why did so many disciples come out all at once?"
The sixty or seventy disciples steadied their bodies while cursing, and one of them had almond eyes and a round face. The female disciple immediately said angrily: "Standing at Jianfeng is really bullying! That ugly junior brother pretends to be a pig and eats the old man. Tiger, waiting for work, used a strange martial arts technique, nine moves in one move, and his true energy was ten times stronger than that of ordinary people!
Repulsed Senior Brother Sun Changfeng and Senior Brother Jiang Xiaoyu, and defeated us! Forced to the window, if the disciples and others had not dodged in time, they might have died. Could this be done by a fellow disciple? ”
(End of this chapter)