"Fart! Are you fooling the devil? If you are wise, get out of here, otherwise don't blame grandpa for not sparing anyone with his sword!" Tu Hu roared angrily, his arrogance no less than that of Bicheng.
"I see if you don't eat the toast, you will be fined with wine! Brothers, first beat the local dog into a loser, and then we can make a fortune!"
A ferocious smile appeared on Bi Cheng's face, and he swung his sword towards Tu Hu.
Two groups of dozens of people from the Three Islands of the East China Sea and the Qingfeng Sect immediately fought together, leaving Wandong Xiaolang's four 'meat tickets' aside.
Seeing the lively fight between the two groups, Xiao Langzhi didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.
"Brother, let them fight, let's go up the mountain!" Wan Dong was just a bunch of clowns, and Wan Dong was too lazy to pay attention to them, so he turned to Xiao Lang and said.
Xiao Lang hummed, ignored the two groups of people fighting lively, and walked straight up the mountain.
"Want to run? Stop!" Tu Hu and Bicheng had a tacit understanding this time. They each let out a sharp roar, waved their palms in unison and rushed towards Wandong and the other four.
"Get out of here!" Wan Dongshi was so noisy by these clowns that he yelled loudly and struck out with his right palm like lightning. The rolling palm force was like the rushing Yangtze River, killing a tiger. How could Bi Cheng and the two of them resist? They all let out a scream and flew out like meteors.
Feng Nan and Zhai Lan couldn't help but look at each other in shock. They only noticed Xiao Lang, but ignored Wan Dong. Only then did they realize that Wandong's cultivation was so terrifying. Although Tu Hu and Bicheng were not big shots, their cultivation at the Perfect Intermediate level was quite impressive. To be defeated by Wan Dong with one palm was really shocking in the eyes of Feng Nan and the others.
The screams of Tu Hu and Bicheng were like the clarion call for a truce. The two groups of people who were fighting suddenly stopped and looked at Wan Dong with shocked expressions on their faces.
"If I don't want to kill anyone right now, get out of here!"
"You bastard! How dare you hurt our elders? I think you are looking for death! Brothers...ah!"
A disciple from the Three Islands of the East China Sea jumped out, pointing at Wandong and scolding him. A gust of wind suddenly hit his chest, and he immediately flew out like a kite with its string broken.
"You bunch of clowns, come to my death!" With this move, Wan Dong was unable to stop the car, his figure surged wildly, his palms danced wildly, and his Dao Qi was sprayed out like a machine gun.
How can these low-level disciples from the Three Islands of the East China Sea and the Qingfeng Sect resist? At that moment, screams and howls of pain resounded through the sky. Within ten breaths, dozens of people from both groups lay on the ground, and no one could get up.
"Brother, our time is limited, we can't waste it on these clowns, let's just kill them all the way up!"
"Exactly what I want! Feng Nan, Zhai Lan, you two only need to follow us closely, and there is no need to worry about anything else."
Feng Nan and Zhai Lan nodded blankly, looking a little confused.
On Wuji Mountain, the thirteen sects together have at least two to three thousand people. Wan Dong and Xiao Lang actually wanted to charge up like this. It was beyond their expectations. They originally thought that Wan Dong and Xiao Lang would Lang led them to secretly rescue Leizi and Xiangzi, which was already very good. He never expected that the two of them would be so wild.
Without giving Feng Nan and Zhai Lan a chance to think about it, Wandong and Xiao Lang were already racing like two super powerful 16-cylinder sports cars on the mountain climbing road.
Feng Nan's heart tightened, and he did not dare to delay at all. He held Zhai Lan's hand, displayed his cultivation to the twelve cities, ran with all his strength, and finally landed a few feet behind Wandong Xiaolang.
"Who!?" shouted, and suddenly exploded out of thin air.
Feng Nan subconsciously followed the sound of shouting and looked up, only to see a dozen figures rushing out from the woods beside the mountain road like a pack of hungry wolves.
"Get away!" While Feng Nan's heart was beating wildly, Wan Dong waved his palm without even looking.
A series of gas explosions followed one after another, and the dozens of figures seemed to be covered by a thunderstorm. They were blasted in an instant, without even showing their faces. All killed.
Feng Nan suddenly gasped, and when he looked at Wandong again, his eyes were obviously more awe-inspiring.
From the foot of the mountain to the top, just as Wandong said, it was really a fight all the way up.
There were no less than a dozen waves of interceptions along the way, all of which were killed by Wan Dong with one palm. Feng Nan was shocked at the beginning, but turned into numbness in the end. He was not surprised after seeing so many things!
At the top of Wuji Mountain, there was a large square that was crowded with people. All the disciples from the thirteen sects gathered here, surrounding about a hundred Yuntianmen disciples in the center. And above the high level, thirteen figures, sitting side by side, both men and women, should be the heads of these thirteen sects.
Among them, a middle-aged man with a red face and a burly body sitting in the middle is the most eye-catching. Holding a broad-edged silver knife in both hands, his aura was obviously superior to the other twelve people. Tang Xiong, the leader of the Tang Sect, is second only to the three giants of the Yuntian Sect, as well as top figures such as Wu Zunzhi and Wei Qianfu in Shengtian Continent.
At this time, a ferocious man holding a steel whip was beating a Yuntianmen disciple who was tied to a stone pile. The steel whip was made entirely of thin and tough steel wires, and was very sharp. When the whip was struck down, one could almost see the white bones.
"Tell me! How to open the treasure house!?" The man put away the steel whip and shouted at the dying Yuntianmen disciple with a thunderous voice.
The Yuntianmen disciple raised his head with great difficulty, shook his head in an extremely weak voice, and sobbed: "Only the three sect masters know how to open the treasure house. I... I really..."
"How dare you speak so harshly!?" The man didn't wait for him to finish his words before he roared, and a shadow danced out of the steel whip in his hand, and he hit the Yuntianmen disciple hard.
The Yuntianmen disciples have reached their limit, how can they still endure it? A scream came out of his mouth, his neck tilted, and he died.
The man who was executing the execution turned to look at Tang Xiong and said, "Master, another one has died!"
"Change again!" Tang Xiong raised his brows with a cold expression on his face.
"Wait a minute!" A woman in her forties next to Tang Xiong stood up and said, "Master Tang, these people are just ordinary disciples of the Yuntian Clan. How could they not know that the treasure house was opened?" Dharma door, otherwise let’s forget it?”
"Haha... What's wrong, Master Chu, your heart has softened!" Tang Xiong glanced at her and sneered.
The woman's eyebrows tightened more and more, and she said in a serious voice, "It's not that she's soft-hearted, it's just that doing this is completely meaningless! If the Tang Sect Leader wants to kill people, why not give them a good time!"
"Hmph! It turns out that she is a woman, with only superficial knowledge, so she can't achieve great things!" Tang Xiong snorted coldly, showing no mercy at all.
The woman's expression immediately changed. She wanted to get angry, but when she thought of the power of the Tang Sect, she had to endure it again. She cupped her fists and said, "The Yuntian Clan has been destroyed, and our Qifeng Clan has no power over the Yuntian Clan's treasure." Interested, in that case, I, Chu Hong, will take my leave!"
"Stop!" Seeing that Chu Hong was about to leave, Tang Xiong suddenly shouted angrily and stood up with a gloomy expression.
"Master Tang, do you have any other advice?" Chu Hong said coldly.
"The eleven sect leaders here have all agreed to merge into our Tang Sect. What about Qifeng Sect?"
"What?" Chu Hong was obviously taken aback, and turned to look at the other eleven heads in shock. He saw that each of them was calm, frowning, or sullen. Although their expressions were different, no one said anything. It's obviously the default.
Chu Hong raised her eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "Our Qifeng Sect is weak and partial to one side. How can we climb up to the Tang Sect? The Tang Sect Master is too flattering!"
"In other words, Master Chu is unwilling?" Tang Xiong's eyes squinted, and his eyes were obviously a little colder.
Chu Hong gritted his teeth and said, "Please, Master Tang, please don't force others into trouble!"
"Hahaha... you don't know how to praise!" Tang Xiong laughed wildly, his face suddenly changed, as if a layer of frost had formed on his face, and he said, "Yuntianmen, Jiuxiao Pavilion, Juejian Sect have been eradicated, and Yuanyangmen's vitality has been severely damaged. It’s nothing to worry about. Danxia Sect, Jade Girl Sect and Dongxu Sect have also suffered heavy losses. It is difficult for the seven major sects to do anything in a short time. It’s time for our Tang Sect to be proud of the world. Chu Hong, don’t be afraid of the truth! Let me tell you, if you don’t nod today, I’m afraid Qifengmen won’t be able to get to Wuji Mountain!”
"What did you say!?" Tang Men's words made Chu Hong's heart beat wildly, and he couldn't help but hold the hilt of the sword.
A group of Qifeng Sect disciples also hurriedly gathered together, their long swords unsheathed, with wary expressions on their faces.
Tang Sect remained silent and waved his hand. Tang Sect and the other eleven sect disciples all drew their swords and pointed at the Qifeng Sect disciples. The strength of Qifeng Sect is not strong in the first place. This time when Chu Hong came to Wuji Mountain, he only brought more than a hundred disciples, and he immediately fell into a tight siege.
Chu Hong's face turned pale for a while, and she felt very regretful. She shouldn't have boarded the Tang Clan's pirate ship just because she was eager for revenge.
Looking at Chu Hong's pale complexion, Tang Xiong sneered and said, "It's still early, Master Chu can think about it carefully!"
After that, Tang Men ignored Chu Hong, who looked extremely ugly. He waved his hand and said to the man who was executing the sentence: "Another one! I don't believe that no one knows how to open the treasure house!"
Looking at Tang Xiong's cold face, Chu Hong felt pain in his heart. Collaborating with the Tang Sect was certainly not what Chu Hong wanted in his heart, but if he hadn't, the Qifeng Sect would have been destroyed today. Chu Hong couldn't bear such a sin.
After thinking about it, Chu Hong finally bit her silver teeth and sat down next to Tang Xiong again.
Tang Xiong glanced at her sideways, with a proud smile on his face, and shouted at the man who was executing the sentence, "Hit me hard!"
As soon as Tang Xiong finished speaking, the screams suddenly echoed through the sky again.
"Sect Master, the disciples of Yuntian Sect are so useless that they died after just three or two attacks!"
"Then change to another one!" Tang Xiong did not hesitate, and showed no mercy.
"Tang Xiong! Have you forgotten how the three sect masters treated you back then? You ungrateful dog!" At this moment, one of the Yuntian sect disciples suddenly stood up, pointed at Tang Xiong, and shouted sternly Start cursing.
… (To be continued)