Kong Feng didn't expect that there would be a desperate situation, and he knew better that he couldn't irritate the devil right now, so he waited and watched how the devil would deal with the crisis in front of him.
At the same time, he did not forget the sound transmission and made a heavy promise.
Although the East China Sea is a place outside the law, and the radiance of the Holy Court cannot shine, the power of the Holy Court is the number one power in this world after all. If it is used well, it is enough to look down on this East China Sea.
What's more, Kong Feng is deeply connected with people's hearts. When he made a promise, he did not forget to remind everyone of two points.
One is to destroy Wang Qianqiu, and the glory that comes with it.
The second is that Wang Qianqiu traveled all the way, killing and killing. I don't know how much wealth is stored in the Sumeru Precepts. It is simply a moving treasure house.
For a while, all the monks were bloody and clear-headed.
No one doubts Wang Qianqiu's fighting power, no one is stupid enough to fight him alone, and no one is stupid enough to break up.
Since the arrival of the three groups of men and horses, they have always maintained a formation state, ready to attack at any time.
"Since there is going to be a battle, all the leaders will report their names, and the nameless ghost will not die under a certain sword."
Xu Yi said coldly.
He is fanning the flames.
Even though he was armed with seven thousand swords, the situation before him was extremely dangerous.
If the three-party formation is encircled, he may be able to break through the encirclement, but it will never be too easy, otherwise there will be big troubles.
He had to fan the stage first, and try to let those leaders complete their self-boasting first.
Sure enough, after he shouted and asked, the leaders of the three teams all reported their names.
The leader in the south is the bell master of Qinghaimen, monk Dianyuan, who claims to be the guest of Tong's family.
The leader in the west is Mr. Tu, the manager of a demon hunting workshop, without any embellishments, he is extremely cold and low-key.
There are two leaders in the north, one calls himself Guantian Layman, the other calls himself Donghai Buddha, and they are constantly fighting with each other.
Xu Yilang said, "Sure enough, none of them are unknown people. Wang is lucky to be the hero of the East China Sea today. It is also a blessing. The battle between you and Wang will definitely be famous all over the world, but I don't know who will fight Wang first? "
In an instant, needles could be heard everywhere.
Especially the few who had registered their own numbers before, they were very upset.
The situation in front of them was a visibly winning situation, but when asked by Wang, they really couldn't answer.
Then I heard Xu Yi said again, "It seems that you don't have the confidence to fight Wang in a dignified way. Since you all came in three groups, Wang will fight with your three groups in turn. I don't know which group will come first?"
Even if he deliberately avoided encirclement, the words in Xu Laomo's mouth can still be said with pride.
"Don't be polite with him, Wang is the best at bewitching, he is clearly afraid that you will be encircled, and he does it on purpose."
Kong Feng was a bystander, he wished that Xu Yi would die on the spot immediately, he sent out thoughts to the bell master, Mr. Tu and others, urging them to rush forward.
But in the end, it was the people who became famous in the East China Sea. They all showed their signs and names, and they started fighting in such a swarm.
Especially Guantian Layman and Donghai Fozi, who have always been proud of themselves, sent out their thoughts and speeches to Kong Feng at the same time. Dan Qiang is here, otherwise it will be difficult to please.
Kong Feng almost didn't vomit blood on the spot, if they hadn't needed their efforts, he would have yelled and cursed on the spot.
At this moment, several figures floated up, the leading man in fluttering white clothes, he was a handsome young man, followed by four beautiful girls, each holding a piano, a fan, and a flute, Hold the flute.
"Ninth son of the Yuan family!"
"It's actually someone from the Yuan family!"
"It is rumored that the ninth son's set of Wenjun swordsmanship is 100% perfect, and he is the best among the disciples of the Yuan family. He has also come."
"..."
Young Master Yuan Jiu floated like the wind, standing proudly in the void far away, behind him were four beautiful girls standing quietly behind him.
"Which one is Wang Qianqiu? Yuan came here to test the sword, and all irrelevant people dispersed."
As soon as Young Master Yuan Jiu opened his mouth, Xu Yi felt himself in a strong stroke.
The Yuan family's position in the East China Sea greatly surpassed that of the Northern Holy Court.
As soon as Young Master Yuan Jiu showed up, many people saluted from afar.
Kong Feng was going crazy, and he conveyed his thoughts to Young Master Yuan Jiu, "Young Master Jiu retreats quickly, this man is insane, even Kong Tengyun was lost in his hands, and this old man was seriously injured, Young Master Jiu absolutely refuses to take any risks."
He thought that by making the situation more dangerous, he would be able to frighten the Ninth Young Master away, but he didn't know that the Ninth Young Master didn't know what to be afraid of since he was born, so he immediately said in his heart, "Since I'm here, I naturally heard about it. The talented people are headed by Xiong Beiming and Wang Meihua, since he is here, I have to come to meet for a while. You holy clan children are incompetent, so you can learn the methods of my Yuan family."
"Don't forget, this place is the East China Sea, and the Holy Court of the Northern Territory can play around in the Middle Earth. Here, my Yuan family may not be able to help me. Mr. Kong, just watch me and Wang Meihua confront each other, and the others will not Gotta take care of it."
"Of course, if Mr. Kong dares to make waves, Yuan will definitely let Mr. Kong know how the East China Sea is different from the Holy Court in the North. Don't worry, Mr. Yuan. It is indeed Yuan who raised his sword for three thousand days. If you meet a master of swordsmanship, how can you let him go."
puff!
Kong Feng vomited blood, and was instantly hit extremely hard. Even Xu Yi's Seven Thousand Swords had never caused him such pain.
Yuan Jiuzi's sincere and sincere words were heard in Kong Feng's ears, and they were like sharp knives and sharp spears in his heart.
When Kong Feng vomited blood, Young Master Yuan Jiu was a little moved, and said in a heartfelt way, "You have been hurt like this, and you still care about Yuan Mou. Among them, Yuan Mou wrote down the deep love and friendship, and let Yuan Mou avenge you !"
"Report you..."
Kong Feng yelled angrily, spurted blood, and passed out.
Mr. Yuan Jiu couldn't figure out the situation, so he didn't bother to care about him, and said loudly, "Today, when Yuan and Wang Meihua are fighting, no one should interfere. You can use the video pearl to make a photocopy and keep it for private viewing, but it is forbidden to spread it. Yuan doesn't want the world to think that The battle between Yuan and Wang Meihua was for the sake of fame. I just want everyone to know that today's battle was purely a clash of sword skills between two masters of swordsmanship."
Xu Yi felt a tightness in his chest, and he suddenly understood why Kong Feng started to spurt blood without warning, even though his injury had stabilized.
He suspected that if the second-year middle school youth continued to spray, he would not be able to resist anymore.
"Come, come, you make the move first!"
Xu Yi suppressed the annoyance in his heart, and urged him to speak out regardless of decency.
With a clang, a handle of autumn water appeared in the palm of Mr. Yuan Jiu, and a pure white magic pattern was placed on the sword body, shining brightly.