Where is Jiange Pavilion Master now
In fact, this issue is not only concerned by the Demon Cult.
The whole world is curious.
Combining Ying Qingqing's statement and the harvest of his own intelligence network, the Devil's Cult can basically confirm that the pavilion master did not recuperate in the Jiange, but went out and did not return.
But where he went is still a mystery.
The people who are most likely to know the answer are without a doubt his direct disciples, Jiange Five Heroes Shi Jing, Nie Hua and others.
After hearing Chen Chuhua's words, Nie Hua laughed angrily: "Your Highness is not crazy, you are crazy!"
Chen Chuhua said lightly: "I advise the two gentlemen to think about it seriously."
"Moxian, you really lost your mind and went crazy. Don't say that we don't know the whereabouts of our master. If we knew, how would we disclose it to you?" Nie Hua said without fear, "Our brothers died here. Since my master killed you to avenge us, I want to see if the Demon Emperor can put you in his pocket and watch!"
Chen Chuhua's tone was calm: "Dead people cannot be brought back to life. Even if the Sword Emperor has the ability to kill me, he has no ability to bring you two back to life, let alone..."
She smiled.
"If you cooperate honestly, not only will you avoid the pain of punishment, but you will also have the chance to save Mr. Si's life. He has lost an arm. You don't think he lost his life, do you?"
After Xie Xingmang was captured, Zhang Tianheng and other Demon Cult interrogators had repeatedly tortured him.
However, Xie Xingmang's tone is really tight, and the members of the Demon Cult have not gained much.
But things are different now.
For Nie Hua and Shi Jing, their bones are not necessarily softer than Xie Xingmang's, and their mouths are not necessarily looser than Xie Xingmang's.
But now they are falling into the clutches of two or three people together.
Caring about each other may become a fragile breakthrough.
Nie Hua stared at Chen Chuhua closely, and let out a long breath.
"mean!"
Chen Chuhua had an extra folding fan in his hand, and after unfolding it, he fanned it lightly: "Mr. San is too much for the prize. I just said that if you don't have to do it, I try my best not to do it."
Even though she said so, brothers Shi Jing and Nie Hua never dared to underestimate her.
Chen Chuhua, like Wang Qiyi, is at the twelfth level of Martial Dao, at the cultivation level of nurturing.
But the previous scene is still vivid.
punch.
one knife.
palm.
With three moves, Wang Qiyi was completely defeated and could only be slaughtered.
Even at the time of the first punch, the ending was already sealed.
That punch was the Kowloon Emperor Fist transformed by the myriad of phenomena.
While seriously injuring Wang Qiyi's body, it also made his mood unstable.
In a hurry to fight, it was the Kowloon Emperor Fist.
In the end, it ushered in a style of Guanghan knife from the Taiyin Scripture.
A slight difference is a thousand miles away.
The result is a complete failure.
It seems that Chen Chuhua used tricks to plan a sneak attack.
But if it was a head-on confrontation, Wang Qiyi would not be his opponent either.
At best, he could try to escape without being beaten to death on the spot.
Now, it was Shi Jing and Nie Hua's turn to face this enemy.
"My mentor raised us up, and you want us to betray him, you are dreaming!" Nie Hua said loudly, "As for the fourth junior brother, with his temper, the first thing he does when he wakes up and realizes that we surrendered because of him is to cut off our heads with his own hands, and then Fight to the death, use him to blackmail us, you have miscalculated!"
Shi Jing, who was always silent on the side, shouted at the same time: "Senior brother, let's go!"
In his left hand, a sword suddenly appeared.
With a flash of sword light, it first pointed at Xiao Yuntian who vaguely blocked Nie Hua's way.
Xiao Yuntian's body turned into a flowing wind, and his figure flickered.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved, Shi Jingjian moved with him.
What's more, Jian Guang came later, and he seemed to have predicted Xiao Yuntian's trajectory early.
Xiao Yuntian was forced to dodge again.
He didn't dodge, as if he had bumped into Shi Jing's sword light on his own initiative.
But this flash made way for Nie Hua.
Nie Hua flew up with a flying sword, turning into a rainbow, soaring straight into the sky,
At the end of Changhong, the stone mirror is also rolled up.
Shi Jing drew out swords one after another.
Jian Guang pointed to Zhang Tianheng, King Kong and Elder Mingjing respectively.
Every strike seems to be the first to attack the enemy, and the enemy must be saved, forcing everyone in the Demon Cult to stop.
Chen Chuhua looked at this scene, taking his time.
"What a sword of wisdom." She praised lightly, and at the same time, her white jade-like hand was grasped into a fist, and she punched out in the air.
In the void, light and shadow condensed and manifested, and a Buddha was born in an instant!
The Buddha made a fist seal and volleyed towards the Changhong transformed by Jianguang.
Seeing this, Elder Ming Jing had a slightly complicated expression on his face.
Shi Jing took a deep breath.
His Wisdom Sword, one of the most difficult opponents to deal with, is the unique technique of Qingliang Temple, Mahayana Bodhi Boxing.
Bodhi does not have a tree, and a bright mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so where can the dust be aroused
With a punch, Shi Jing's eyes were empty as if there was nothing, as if there were no flaws or weaknesses to be found.
Although it is transformed by the omnipotent magical power, it has already won the essence of it.
Shi Jing believed that there must be flaws in Chen Chuhua's Mahayana Bodhiquan.
But there was a gap in the cultivation realm of the two sides, and it was difficult for him to catch the flaws in Chen Chuhua's boxing in a short time.
There is no way to attack and save the enemy.
In the end, he could only watch helplessly as the Buddha punched in the sky, hitting the rainbow-like sword light.
The sword light shattered instantly.
Hongxia disappeared instantly.
Both Shi Jing and Nie Hua were left behind.
Only half a step slower, other Demon Cult masters surrounded him again.
Chen Chuhua was like strolling in a garden, suppressing Shi Jing with the Mahayana Bodhi Fist.
Then…
The white palm stands like a knife.
Unexpectedly, he slashed at Nie Hua.
The sword intent, like the light of water and moonlight, seems to be faster than lightning.
Nie Hua, who was defending against Xiao Yuntian and King Kong's siege, was at a loss. How could he avoid being attacked by a Martial King of the twelfth realm
Immediately, he was severely injured, and blood spattered in the sky.
"There is no need to continue?"
As if nothing had happened, Chen Chuhua took a step back and didn't make any further moves.
Nie Hua snorted coldly: "Dream, you can only get one corpse from me at most..."
While speaking, his vest suddenly went numb.
Nie Hua turned his head with difficulty, and looked at his junior brother behind him in disbelief.
Shi Jing looked exhausted: "Third senior brother, I have already caused fourth senior brother to lose an arm. I don't want him to lose his life, and I don't want you to be safe. This trip is still my responsibility. All mistakes are mine.”
"..." Nie Hua glared at his junior brother, "Coward! Stupid!"
Shi Jingshi's two fingers stood side by side like swords, and he tapped a few times in the air.
Nie Hua immediately closed his eyes and fell silent.
Shi Jing turned to look at Chen Chuhua: "I know, in order to keep it secret, you won't agree to let Third Senior Brother go. I just hope you can keep him and Fourth Senior Brother alive."
"Mr. Fifth, please." Chen Chuhua was noncommittal.
Shi Jing took a deep breath.
He picked up Nie Hua and stepped onto the chariot of the Six Dragon Emperor.
Before, many people took action to cover and tried their best to board the emperor's chariot.
The last step is far away, so close to the end of the world.
And now, this step has finally been taken.
The state of mind and the result are completely different, very different.
Before is the last step of death.
But now it seems to mean the first step to surrender.
Zhang Tianheng, King Kong and the others all stared at Shi Jing with malicious intentions.
Shi Jing looked calm.
Chen Chuhua floated over, stepped on the imperial chariot of the six dragons, and then stepped into the hall first.
In the hall, Chen Luoyang sat high on the seat, watching everyone come down the steps with a somewhat indifferent attitude.