The elders, disciples, and worshippers who watched all of this from below, at this moment, were already completely stunned, took a breath, and stayed in place, unable to believe it was true.
The only a dozen soul-melting masters in the sect had a single move, and none of them survived.
Seeing those scenes where blood was falling and pieces of broken corpses fell, everyone present was completely stunned for an instant. There is no sound from everything around, only the endless silence!
Not paying attention to everyone's horror, Zhuo Fan retracted his sword into his body, slowly turned his head, but once again looked at Ren Xiaoyun who had been punched in the air as a sandbag with a dozen punches, and the corners of his mouth were drawn through an evil arc.
Ren Xiaoyun couldn't help shaking his body, and Ren Xiaoyun's heart immediately shook, and his face suddenly became bitter.
Why, come back, why do you keep staring at me? I'm really dying, and if I get twice, I really want to hang up. And those elders who worship, don’t look at them, come up and help!
However, those old guys still stood there stupidly, none of them stepped forward. I don't know if he really hasn't reacted from the shock just now, or pretends to be silly, and doesn't want to find bad luck and mess with this evil star.
With a panoramic view of everything, Ren Xiaoyun almost cursed his mother.
Normally, one by one, one by one, but one does not fall. Now, when you are asked to save your life at a critical time, you will lose the chain. These old guys are too unjust.
But he was anxious, and the old guys also had problems in their hearts. Even the dozens of soul-melting masters in the Zongmen were killed by that kid with a single move. They went up to the Void Realm, wouldn't they be cannon fodder
Sect Master, you also have to be considerate of me, and keep your strength for the Sect!
There was bitterness in his heart, and Ren Xiaoyun's face gradually showed a dead gray color. It's over, he is no longer saved, who can save him here
When Zhuo Fan saw it, he grinned, and stepped forward again, rushing towards him suddenly: "Hahaha... Sect Master Ren, the three in the Tianxing Zongtang, that's just the case. The elders are all courageous rats. , At a critical moment, no one is willing to come forward, your suzerain is really a failure!"
His face twitched slightly, Ren Xiaoyun felt depressed, but closed his eyes helplessly.
"metropolitan!"
At this moment, the old guys seemed to have just reacted, yelling anxiously, their eyes were cracking, and their faces were full of anger, but still no one came forward to help.
Alas, that's all, you old folks' minds I have seen through long ago. Lao Tzu is about to die, what are you doing in this sensational drama, do you give me the last comfort
Humph, hypocrisy!
Raising his eyes and glancing at those people, Ren Xiaoyun couldn't help but snorted, curled his lips in disdain, but there was a sorrow in his heart!
He can't tell now whether these old guys are here to really comfort him, or whether the usual hypocritical masks have been worn for too long and can't be taken off.
In short, what he can be sure of is that these old guys who are usually flattering by his side are fucking unreliable at the critical moment! If he had known this, he should have let these old things take the lead. What did he ran out so early to do with Zhuo Fan's monster
Ren Xiaoyun was full of regrets with slander in his heart.
It's a pity that everything is too late, and with a sigh, Zhuo Fan's body has appeared next to him instantly, and with a majestic punch, it also slams into his head fiercely.
This time, unlike the previous series of thumping and teasing, it was a killer move that really aimed at the deadliest. Zhuo Fan didn't want to play this game of abuse anymore.
Unconsciously, Ren Xiaoyun closed his eyes deeply and sighed helplessly.
This time I really provoked a little monster that shouldn't be provoked...
call out!
However, just when Zhuo Fan's surging punch hadn't hit his head, he heard a sound of breaking through the air, and a sharp buzzer suddenly spread into everyone's ears.
The next moment, Zhuo Fan's fist slammed suddenly, but he stepped backwards suddenly, and then he raised his head and flew out quickly. At the same time, a sharp sword light swept across his nose, and the sharp golden air that seemed to pierce everything made him feel some needle-like pain on his face.
boom!
The sword light slashed across his cheeks, and fell straight into the mountains and forests behind him. After a sudden blast, the fire blazed into the sky, the smoke was diffused, and the area of dozens of kilometers was instantly flattened!
Its sword power is actually more than twice as powerful as his surging punch just now!
It is conceivable that if the sword just pierced his body, what a terrible result would be!
With a squeak, Zhuo Fan forcibly stopped the back of his body and stood up, but there was already a fine cold sweat on his forehead. Looking up, I saw a long figure standing in the void not far away, in white clothes and white shirts, with a very young face. He was slowly holding the seriously injured Ren Xiaoyun in his hand, but he looked at himself with a calm expression.
"Great worship!"
The people watching from below saw them, and they couldn't help being shocked, and then they bowed and worshiped as if they had seen a savior. Ren Xiaoyun also drew a happy arc at the corner of his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice: "Great worship, you are out of the customs..."
"If I don't leave the customs, you should be beaten to death!"
I couldn't help but chuckled helplessly. With a wave of the big offering, he threw Ren Xiaoyun's body down. Those elders who had been contending with intuition, then hurried forward to catch them, and again eagerly cared for Ren Xiaoyun all the way, asking questions about the length and shortcomings. But now Ren Xiaoyun looked at them with no good expressions.
Just now there was a good time to give charcoal in the snow, you don't cherish it, now you want to add more flowers to the cake? Humph, it's late!
Ren Xiaoyun's expression was gloomy, and he didn't say a word in the face of a burst of caring and condolences around him.
After seeing the great worship, he couldn't help but laughed, and then turned to look at Zhuo Fan, with a doubtful look in his eyes: "I don't know how your Excellency and my Tianxingzong have gotten into trouble, you want to make such a big disturbance? "
"One sword travels to the sky, travels the sky sword, Xiao Yunshan?"
His eyes narrowed slightly. Zhuo Fan didn't answer his question, but he sneered and said quietly: "You finally appeared. I am the disciple of Yuan Xinggang, Zhuo Fan, who worshipped Yuan Xinggang from Mo Ce Sect!"
His body shook suddenly, Xiao Yunshan took a deep look at him, and then he nodded slightly and said clearly: "So, you are the disciple mentioned in his mouth. Your master will treat you before his death. But I admire Bizhi, his face is full of pride. I have never seen him show such a complacent face. Involuntarily, even I want to see you in person, but later I heard that you were a member of the Heaven and Earth Justice Sect. I watched it, but I didn’t have a chance... Unexpectedly... ”
"Unexpectedly, I was still alive and found your door?"
An evil flickered across the corner of his mouth, and Zhuo Fan’s eyes flashed a naked cold light, and said coldly: "Xiao Yunshan, I have already inquired, my master was killed by your own hands. So my primary goal today is you. Up!"
Looking at the ancient well, Xiao Yunshan looked at him quietly in the air, then turned his head and glanced at Ren Xiaoyun who was seriously injured below, and nodded faintly: "That's it, you have kept his life until now for the sake of Lead me out!"
"Yes, but you came out too late, otherwise the more than a dozen souls of the noble sect don't have to die so early!"
"Hahaha... I'm sorry, the old man has been in retreat and couldn't hear the movement in time. He was indeed a lot late!" Unconsciously chuckles, Xiao Yunshan is still calm as usual, as if he didn't care that the master of his sect was beheaded. fact.
This can't help making Zhuo Fan feel weird. Does this Heavenly Xingzong worship not deal with the old men of the sect, or is his state of mind already in a state of insult and humiliation
After taking a deep look at Zhuo Fan, Xiao Yunshan continued: "You are here today, presumably to avenge your teacher, so before that, I have a question to ask, I don't know if I can answer it?"
"For the dead's last wish, I am still happy to fulfill it!"
"Hahaha... really arrogant, but..." couldn't help but chuckle, Xiao Yunshan looked at the surrounding situation, but nodded approvingly: "However, there is indeed arrogant capital. No wonder that old guy would be so proud of you closing the door. I’m a disciple, I’m indeed very talented, not bad. But, the old man heard that Moce Sect was slaughtered not long ago, did you do this?"
Nodded slightly, Zhuo Fan made no comment: "Yes!"
"Then you know, Magic Strategy Sect is the life effort of the old guy. Even if those people betray the old guy and kill the old guy, they are also the foundation of Magic Strategy Sect. They are dead, Magic Strategy Zong is ruined, and the old guy's life's hard work is also ruined. Do you revenge for him in this way, do you respect the master or destroy the Tao?"
Xiao Yunshan looked at him deeply, with solemn eyes, waiting for his answer.
Zhuo Fan's face was calm and he stared back closely. There was no guilt. After a short while, he burst into laughter and shook his head noncommitantly, "Who said I am avenging my teacher?"
Unconsciously, Xiao Yunshan didn't know what he meant.
"In the final analysis, the master is dead, so what about revenge? What if he doesn't take revenge, his old man will not survive!"
A wise light flashed in his eyes, and Zhuo Fan faintly said: "People are avenging themselves, and so do I. Mocezong is indeed the master’s work, but it’s not mine. I only recognize my master, not Recognize Moce Sect. I told Master before that he was in Moce Sect for a day, and I would take Moce Sect as my home, otherwise... Hahaha, if you are not in your own love, it is not your home. Master has his own way, and I have it too. Own way."
"Master was killed by someone, maybe his wish does not want to destroy the entire sect. But in my opinion, the entire sect is a murderer. If I don’t destroy this bastard, it’s not my master. , Is my own heart and my own way. Xiao Yunshan, do you understand?"
His body shook violently, Xiao Yunshan's eyelids moved slightly, he thought a little, and looked up at the sky. The heart-piercing roar of Old Yuan Yuan before he died, once again sounded in his ears.
Xie Wuyue, you will let the sect be overwhelmed...
It turned out that he meant this!
Taking a deep breath, and staring at Zhuo Fan again, Xiao Yunshan couldn't help laughing out loud: "Hahaha... That's it, old fellow, now I finally know why you are so proud of this disciple. Sure enough, Okay, good, hahaha..."