"Hey hey hey, we, Mofeng Sanying, never leave anyone alive." The sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked warrior grinned.
"Mofeng Sanying?" Everyone didn't know, so this was an unfamiliar name.
Chen Zong was thoughtful.
"What do the three of you have to do with Mofengtang?" The coachman seemed to think of something, and asked again in a deep voice, with a hint of panic in the depths of his pupils.
How to put it, Jumen Automobile Co., Ltd. can be regarded as a force that travels far and wide. Although it can't compare with those big forces, it is quite well-informed and has a wide range of knowledge.
"Since you know that we are the disciples of Mofengtang, why don't you restrain your hands obediently and let us kill you." The warrior on the left laughed strangely, his white teeth seemed to glisten coldly, and he was full of murderous intent.
The faces of the car guards were extremely ugly, as if their parents had died.
Magic Wind Hall!
These three people turned out to be people from Mofengtang.
Inside the carriage, the old man Wanfu's face was pale and he was trembling all over.
"It's over... it's over... it's over, it's... it's... it's dead..." Wan Fu's trembling lips were incoherent.
"Wan Lao, what's going on?" Seeing Wan Fu's behavior, the others felt flustered and asked quickly.
"They... they are people from Mofengtang..."
"What's wrong with Mofengtang? Is it very powerful?" Most casual cultivators belong to the low-level warriors, and they don't have so much experience.
"It's even more powerful than the Linshan Courtyard of Aojian Mountain Villa in Silver Knife Castle." Wan Fu said with a bitter face, and with one sentence, everyone almost suffocated.
In their limited knowledge, Silver Knife Castle Aojian Villa and Linshanyuan are already the most powerful forces, and the Mofengtang, which they have never heard of, is even stronger than the three of them.
"Moreover, Mofengtang does not follow the rules, is cruel and easy to kill, and does all kinds of evil. It is completely the way of the devil." Wan Fu's words shocked everyone, and they fell into panic and despair.
die!
Who wants to die
Still killed for no reason.
Fear spreads like a virus. Even the proud Mu Tieyun is full of panic at this moment. No matter how conceited he is, he knows that he is only at the peak of Rank 7. Can he compare with the early stages of Rank 8? The first battle is still an unknown, let alone the peak of the ninth turn of the training state.
Only Chen Zong's expression remained unchanged, he was very calm, without the slightest panic.
"We hold these three people, you take the opportunity to leave." A guard's face appeared in front of the car window, and quickly said to everyone that the purpose of their guards in the car was to protect the guests.
"Don't even think about leaving." Mofengtang disciple said coldly, his evil spirit permeated, like an invisible and cold poisonous snake watching in the dark.
Another blood-colored spear shot through the air, like blood-colored lightning. It contained a terrifying black inner energy, and the evil spirit was surging, making people feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. It seemed to be frozen, making it difficult to move.
The magic sound screamed, piercing through gold and cracking stones. Everyone in the carriage covered their ears and their faces were full of pain, except for Chen Zong.
The bloody spear was shot at one of the guards in the car.
The internal strength and strength of the peak of the Ninth Turn of the Jin Jingjing were so tyrannical that it was impossible to resist. He directly penetrated the locked guard in the car, and led the person to crash into another guard behind him. His muscles and bones broke and he vomited blood.
One face to face, one of the nine car guards died and one was seriously injured.
The other two Mofengtang disciples also made moves, and one rushed like a cheetah at a frighteningly fast speed. The short knife covered with finely serrated teeth condensed black internal energy, flowing like a torrent, leaving two streaks in the air. With a black straight line, the fierce aura rushed towards the other guards in the car without mercy.
The disciple of Mofengtang with sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks jumped forward, looking back at high speed in mid-air, shooting down like a meteorite, a pair of sharp claws flashed red, and covered with black inner strength, sharp and fierce.
"Kill!" The coachman roared, piercing the air with his long saber, bringing out Sen Bai's vigor to slash out fiercely, piercing the waves with his saber.
The other guards burst into full force.
The battle of life and death.
Everyone in the carriage also came back to their senses, quickly mobilized their inner strength to relieve their discomfort, and got up quickly to rush out of the carriage and escape from here.
They knew very well that with their cultivation base and strength, there was only one dead end for the disciples who went to Mofengtang.
There is only one compartment door, and usually only one person can enter and exit.
"Go away."
"roll."
In order to get out of the carriage first, they fought one by one.
"I'm the one who wants to enter the Linshan Courtyard. Get out of the way quickly." Mu Tieyun roared, and a pair of iron palms mercilessly struck out, making an astonishing whistling sound, which shook the entire carriage. .
No one paid any attention to him. At this time, life and death are critical, everyone wants to survive, who cares what to become a disciple of Linshanyuan, even if they are real disciples of Linshanyuan, they will not be humble.
Chen Zong didn't participate in the scuffle, but stood up, and with a movement of his body, he shot out from the small car window like an arrow from the string.
Everything happened too fast, when Chen Zong left the carriage, two more guards were killed, leaving only five.
With a light tap on the shaft of the chariot, Chen Zong's speed surged again, as fast as a beam of light. The red thunder sword was unsheathed, and the light of the sword tore through the sky like red lightning, killing the disciple of Mofengtang with the sharp-mouthed monkey cheek .
In an instant, the disciple of Mofengtang felt that he was locked on by a terrifying sharp edge, as if he was pierced through, and he caught a glimpse of red lightning from the corner of his eye, with a little bit of gray-white starlight.
"Looking for death!" The face of the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked martial artist changed drastically, and he let out a high-pitched and sharp cry. A pair of sharp claws filled with black smoke, and he grabbed them out fiercely, like the claws of a demon.
"Leave this person to me." At the same time, a sentence came from the guard of Lianjinjing, who was at a disadvantage in the battle with the Mofengtang disciple. .
"You have to be careful." As he said, he breathed a sigh of relief, resisting the pain of being torn by sharp claws, and the warrior quickly swung his knife to support the others.
While swinging his sword, Chen Zong observed the fighting situation of the other guards, seeing that they could still compete with the two disciples of Mofengtang for a while, so he had no intention of showing their full strength.
The sword is like lightning and thunder, defeating the opponent's sharp claw attack, tearing the black smoke, sharp and domineering.
The superb sword skills, even if he didn't use all his strength, allowed Chen Zong to deal with the opponent's attacks with ease. While breaking through one by one, he disrupted the opponent's rhythm, brought it under his own rhythm, and suppressed the opponent.
The fight in the carriage was over, some people were injured, and the giant camel cart was also damaged, but the eyes of those who got off the carriage were drawn to Chen Zong.
"That's... Chen Zong..."
"He...he...he..."
"How could he...how could he have such strength..." Mu Tieyun rubbed his eyes vigorously like a ghost and looked again. It was not a dream, nor an illusion. It was really Chen Zong, who was fighting with that vicious Warriors fight.
Judging from the aura, Chen Zong is indeed at the beginning of the eighth rank of the strength training, but the aura emanating from the inner energy is powerful, domineering, sharp, and very tyrannical. Obviously, the kung fu practiced by Chen Zong is very clever, probably the best at the prefectural level Gongfa.
"Earth-level top grade..." Mu Tieyun was envious immediately. You must know that the exercises he practiced are only the top-grade earth-level exercises. Perhaps for many casual practitioners, the top-grade exercises at the earth-level are already very good. It is also his chance that Mu Tieyun can practice the top-grade exercises at the earth level.
"Genius... real genius..."
"It's so strong, it's actually able to practice the cultivation base at the beginning of the eighth rank of Jinjing, and it's hard to compete with the peak of the ninth rank of Jinjing."
Everyone was shocked, and only then did they realize that Chen Zong, who had been keeping a low profile all along, was the real genius, not someone like Mu Tieyun who was flamboyant and high-profile.
Seemingly feeling the eyes of everyone, Mu Tieyun became a little annoyed.
While suppressing his opponent, Chen Zong paid attention to the fighting situation of the others. Seeing that the guards were getting injured continuously and gradually failing, he strengthened the power of his swordsmanship.
The sword is like thunder, blazing like lightning.
The roaring sound burst into my ears.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of red sword lights burst through the air, like a rainstorm.
The sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked warrior quickly waved his claws to block, but the violent impact made his hands numb, and a sword light was silent, like floating light passing through the clouds, extremely fast.
"No..." There was only a little red light in the eyes of the sharp-billed monkey-cheeked warrior, like a shooting star passing through the sky, assassinating.
This sword is too fast, it cannot be dodged, let alone resisted.
A sword pierced the throat, pierced through the back of the neck, and pulled it out quickly, rolling in the midair with a stream of blood beads. A figure turned around and floated away was reflected in the wide-eyed eyes, so chic and calm, and immediately , into darkness.
The red lightning tore through the air and hit the blood-colored spear. The tyrannical force deflected the blood-colored spear. The coachman, who was almost impaled, recovered his life and quickly slashed.
There are still two warriors in Mofengtang, and there are five other car guards from the Jumen car dealership. All of them are injured, and the severity is different, but they all have certain combat effectiveness.
"Leave this person to me, and you go to support them." Chen Zong said while striking back the enemy with his sword.
"Okay, thank you." The coachman swept his eyes and saw the corpse of one of the warriors in the Demon Wind Hall. He was shocked, but he didn't hesitate, and immediately made a decision to kill another person.
With five people teaming up against one, even if they lose, they can last longer.
"Boy, I don't care who you are. If you dare to kill someone from our Mofengtang, you are against our Mofengtang. You are dead." The other party threatened Chen Zong while stabbing the bloody spear fiercely.
Chen Zong's answer was the sword.
This person's strength is even stronger than that of the sharp-billed monkey cheek warrior, but to Chen Zong, it's nothing.
Under the sword light like squalls, showers, lightning and thunder, the opponent's offensive is broken, the rhythm is disrupted, and they can only defend passively, without the slightest chance to counterattack. If they defend for a long time, they will lose. Under the severe pain, the reaction was a little slow, and life and death were separated.
After beheading the opponent, Chen Zong's figure flashed, and the speed of the shocking step increased sharply. The sword was like a thunder coming from outside the sky. With a chirping sound, it stabbed at the last warrior in Mofengtang. The guards fought, but before they could react, a sword pierced through their foreheads.
(end of this chapter)