Quiet, deadly quiet.
People looked at the scene in front of them with dumbfounded faces, completely stunned. The dignified Dragon Emperor died so miserably, even the most powerful body in the world was not the enemy of their sword.
Especially those of the Dragon Race children, their eyes were flushed, their whole bodies trembling, their fists were clenched tightly, and the anger in their eyes was already burning.
Only those old men from the holy mountain He Yunshan were overjoyed when they saw such a reversed situation. They never expected that a catastrophe was imminent, and there were such masters who would come down from the sky to save them from the distress. It is really pitiful, and the ancestors bless you.
Since then, several old men leaned forward and clasped their fists in admiration: "I don't know the name of the seniors, Gao? Today, I helped me with the love of the holy mountain. The old man and others are grateful..."
"Asshole thing, you dare to kill our Lord Dragon Emperor, our Dragon Clan children will not let you go, we will take our lives!" However, before their voices fell, the loud drink was already a sharp hiss from the crowd. The lungs roared, full of excitement and indignation.
In the next moment, the dragons roared constantly, and the children of the dragon clan had once again transformed into giant dragons of hundreds of feet, rushing to the eight people in hundreds of thousands. The darkness was crushed, and the momentum was raging, and there was a tendency to shatter everything in front of him into dregs.
But when the eight people saw this, they still didn't say anything. They just looked at the majestic momentum indifferently.
Even, completely ignoring the anger of these giant dragons, and didn't even mean to shoot.
Reliant... No fear!
Unconsciously, his eyelids trembled slightly, Zhuo Fan's heart shook, and he hurriedly shouted: "Stop it, stop it all, there is something strange here!"
It is a pity that the tragic death of the Dragon Emperor has aroused the madness of these beasts, but he can no longer listen to Zhuo Fan's dissuasion. That huge body shakes its sharp giant tail, and its pupils are exuding bloodthirsty colors, gone forever!
boom!
Suddenly, from above the nine heavens, a sword gang slammed down, and it arrived in an instant. The violent dragon army hadn't realized what was going on, it was already broken into dregs in a loud noise, gurgling blood, pouring a slice like rain. The fragmented dragon's body, in the blink of an eye, it will splash out like hail, which is innumerable when you look at it.
Moreover, the fallen dragon body remains very finely fragmented, roughly the size of a thumb. You know, that is a huge dragon with a length of hundreds of feet. Under a sword, the corpse is broken to such a degree, then this power...
The face couldn't stop shaking. Zhuo Fan and the others looked at this and were already completely shocked. Everyone's faces were pale with fright. No matter how heroic they were, their bodies began to tremble unconsciously.
Even the people on the holy mountain were so shocked that their mouths were about to fall. In any case, there are also thousands of giant dragons. In an instant, it shattered into such a scene, this strength...
Stiff heads, as the broken corpse fell, everyone looked up to the sky, but they saw a middle-aged man slowly falling down like a sword, but his left arm fell empty, but it was a one-armed man. man of.
And seeing him fall, the previous eight quasi emperors also bowed together, becoming very respectful, not the previous blank expressions.
"Another quasi emperor!"
His pupils shrank slightly, Zhuo Fan couldn't help swallowing his mouth, his expression heavier and heavier: "And compared to those eight, this quasi emperor is much more terrifying. Even, those eight people and him are both heaven and earth. No, it's hard to reach!"
With a horror, Dan Qingsheng looked at the one-armed man again, his fear of fear in his heart became deeper.
Those eight people are already masters of the Undefeated Sword Sovereign level, and this one-armed man is actually much better than them, so what kind of enchanting he is.
Moreover, unlike the eight people, his kendo is not one of the five great kendos, but it seems that it is the same as their kendo. There are some relations, which can not help but make Dan Qingsheng and the others more solemn, thinking about the origin of this person. .
Jiantong stared at the man for a long time, then moved to Zhuo Fan's side and said, "Father, the breath of this man is much more familiar to me than those eight people!"
"But how do I feel that the breath of those eight people is more familiar?" With a flick of his brows, Zhuo Fan murmured: "After all, they are all inherited from the Five Great Swordsmanship, but this person looks like but not like, seems to have some origins. But it's not at all... Uh!"
Suddenly, Zhuo Fan seemed to have thought of something, his complexion changed drastically, but he soon returned to normal, but deep in his eyes, there was a lot of care and heaviness.
No way, did you still bump into it, or I'm worried...
All people stared blankly at the man's fallen figure, either in surprise, or fear, or joy, or resentment, all different.
I didn't care about the eyes of everyone at all. Gu Jing did not show up in the eyes of that person, as if they were hollow, after a cold glance at everyone present, he said lightly: "No need to fight, the two sides truce!"
As soon as the words came out, the two sides looked at each other, both of them let out a long sigh of breath, relieved.
He Yunshan and the others are fortunate that someone finally came out to help them survive the sacred mountain, otherwise, their sacred mountain would have to be beheaded and killed.
Zhuo Fan sighed. Fortunately, these people were here to persuade them, and for the time being to be neutral, they were not here to help the Holy Mountain. Otherwise, just these few fierce and evil shots, it is estimated that no matter how many people there are, they will suffer heavy casualties.
The eight undefeated swordsmen will not mention it, but this monster, who is stronger than the eight, is a more troublesome character. It's better not to fight now. It's just that Dragon Emperor died a bit wronged.
As for future plans, let's go back and discuss the long-term plan.
However, not afraid of opponents like gods, but teammates like pigs. Now, with great difficulty, both sides feel lucky to have escaped a catastrophe, but some people do not know the current affairs and commit crimes against the wind!
"Who do you think you are? We are all about to take down the holy mountain. Why do you say that you can't fight if you don't fight?" A discordant voice was made from the human-long coalition army.
When Zhuo Fan heard it, his eyes widened immediately, and he looked back, only to see that he was a strong imperial rank who had just been recruited from the imperial domain. Seeing the other party now is only a mere nine people. What's so terrible about the gathering of millions of powerful men? He is here to grab the treasures of the holy mountain. If you don't want to fight, who will he grab
Knowing the thoughts of these speculators, Zhuo Fan really wanted to have the urge to strangle them.
Why do people? Just because they are better than us and they are so persuasive, of course we can’t be willful anymore. Don’t toast or eat fine wine when the time comes. It doesn’t count as if you are alone, and it hurts everyone.
Besides, hitting the sacred mountain has something to do with you. With your strength, you are not the one who charged the battle!
"Come on, pull him away for me and bury him alive, don't let me see him again!"
Zhuo Fan snarled at the man, and immediately a disciple of the Luo family stepped forward, instantly sealed his cultivation base, and dragged him away like a dead pig. It's just that the man still didn't understand what he had done wrong, and he still yelled: "Wait, butler Zhuo, where did I offend you? You want to do this to me?"
"I don't even know where I went wrong, and it's more of a guilty death. Don't leave his whole body for me, burn him!"
"Yes!"
The two Luo family children yelled together, with a coldness on their faces. As for the arrogant kid, he was about to cry, and there were still a bunch of question marks in his head. What was wrong with me
Looking at all this with cold eyes, the one-armed man made a rare smile at the corner of his mouth, and then looked at everyone, especially Zhuo Fan said: "Xia Jianxin, Mr. Shui Jing's close attendant, do you have anything else to ask? ?"
"What, Mr. Shui Jing?"
Unexpectedly, the old men of the holy mountain and Zhuo Fan yelled out loudly, their hearts trembling uncontrollably. But when other people heard the name, they looked blank, as if they didn't understand it at all.
Mr. Shui Jing... Who is this, Sanctuary has never heard of it? What, is he powerful
All the people discussed swiftly and pointedly at the nine people. Although they were not about the sacredness of the water mirror, it was clear to his men that this was definitely an awesome figure.
After thinking about it a little, He Yunshan and others came to Jianxin and respectfully bowed down: "You have Mr. Lao Shuijing to help, great kindness, I am very grateful for the Six Sacred Mountains. If there is any dispatch in the future, Wan Let's die!"
Without answering him, without even looking at him, Jian Xin just stared forward indifferently.
"Uh, steward Zhuo, do you know the person Shui Jing?"
On the other hand, Dan Qingsheng saw that Zhuo Fan's face was in sharp contrast with the confusion of the rest of the people, and couldn't help but ask quietly: "I see these senior masters in Sanctuary, it seems that they are very strange to this person!"
He nodded slightly, and Zhuo Fan narrowed his eyes, as if he was lost in memory, murmured: "Yes, almost no one knows the name of Mr. Shui Jing in Sanctuary, he is probably a hidden master who doesn't pay attention to fame and fortune! "
"Then how did you know?"
"How can I know?"
After exhaling a long breath, Zhuo Fan faintly said: "After all, he is considered half of my teacher..."
What
Unexpectedly, Dan Qingsheng and others all said in unison: "Steward Zhuo's teacher?"
He Yunshan and others who were flattering with Jianxin, suddenly heard this call, almost so scared that none of them took their heads off, and they met with bloodshed.
Then he turned his head to look at Zhuo Fan, full of incredible color.
Mr. Shui Jing is Teacher Zhuo Fan? Then these masters are here to help him, or to help us holy mountain. If we were to help that kid, we would have nowhere to survive!
They were so scared that they almost cried, and the six He Yunshan patrolled back and forth in front of Zhuo Fan and Jianxin, trying to find the answer. However, Jianxin smiled, neither denying nor admitting.
This can't help making the six old men even more embarrassed, all of them clenching tightly.
I said, Mr. Shui Jing, you still have such a grudge against you ten million years ago. Give us hope first, then despair, don’t take such a play...