"ahhh!"
Fu Yunxiao miserable roar, stumbling back. Even if he was ready to die before, Fu Yunxiao couldn’t help but flinch when he really met death.
However, Zhuge’s lack of light won’t give him a chance, so he followed suit and took a head-on shot of the brick.
"poof!"
Clean and neat.
The blood fog dispersed, and Fu Yunxiao’s body directly turned into a pile of paste and collapsed on the ground. Yuan Shen was shattered in an instant under this horrible blow.
"Brother Fu!" The rest of the disciples of JianShen Pavilion turned pale.
"You go with him!" Zhuge didn’t light his mouth with a cruel sneer. At this moment, he seemed to incarnate into a hell to kill God. The plank brick flew out into a mountain and suppressed it.
"Boom!"
The plank brick fell like the Taikoo Mountain, bringing up the sound of wind and thunder. Several practitioners of the Kensei Pavilion completely showed the color of fear. They tried to turn around and escape, only to find that their ability to act seemed to be bound and it was difficult to move.
Zhuge is not bright, but he has already played a "fixing technique" to settle a few people.
"Stop it!"
There was a sudden binge drinking, and an old man in purple clothes flew in quickly. Seeing his costume, he should also be a repairman of the Sword God Pavilion. Zhuge didn’t smile in his heart, and sure enough, the reason why the younger generations of the Jianshen Pavilion dared to come and find their own trouble was supported by senior experts.
However, Zhuge didn’t mean to stop when he was not bright, and he tried his best to urge the bricks to fall.
"hey!" The old man in purple clothes shouted, and the Shinto religion was drawn out of its sheath and cut to the plank brick.
A dazzling golden light suddenly bloomed on the plank brick, dissolving the sword of the old man in purple clothes and flying it out at the same time.
"Boom!"
Under the pressure of Taikoo Da Yue, several Jian Shen Ge practitioners suddenly turned into blood mud.
"You …" The old man in purple turned pale, and two big eyes glared at Zhuge.
"hey!" Zhuge Liang glanced at the old man in purple clothes and sneered.
"You junior, why kill innocent people!" Purple clothes old man is almost growled.
"Hey, you still ignore you!" Zhuge Liang scoffed and said, "These grandsons came to kill me, and I just did proper defense. If they kill me, they should kill me. If I kill them, I will kill the innocent? "
The old man in purple clothes snorted coldly: "Then you don’t put my Sword God Pavilion in your eyes! ？”
"No, you misunderstood." Zhuge smiled and said, "It’s not that I don’t care about the Jianshen Pavilion, but that I don’t care about some people." Zhuge said, and glanced at the old man in purple with a smile.
"You ….." The old man in purple clothes turned red, and he was almost so angry that Zhuge didn’t say anything.
There was also a lot of noise in the crowd, and Zhuge Liang didn’t shine. This sentence was made clear that he was going against Kensei Pavilion. In the face of the elder Jian Shen Ge, I slapped him mercilessly.
"Elder Chang … kill him!" A deep and resentful voice came from behind, and the second non-trace flew out of the pit again, with a face of blood and mud all over it. It was much more embarrassing, and there was no demeanor of a great teacher.
"It’s … it’s forbidden to fight …" The stammer nearby muttered.
"That’s not? Is he a descendant of the Great Religion? The skin is always a little behind the average person and the skin is thicker than the average person. " Chattering and laughing.
Although they are whispering, they can use spiritual force to promote the sound to everyone’s ears. The second non-trace was almost angry and vomited blood. For many years, and had been so humiliated.
"The elders! Kill him for me! " The second non-trace is almost a roar.
"Hum!" Zhuge snorted before he lit up, like a muffled thunder ringing, slapped it up, knocked the second non-trace to the ground, and then stepped on his chest with one foot, sneering, "You have no right to speak now that I have stepped on your feet."
"ah! ! I hate it! ! ！” The second non-trace was ashamed and angry, and he couldn’t help screaming at the sky.
"Shut up!"
"pa!"
Zhuge slapped him before he lit up, and the sound was crisp. They looked at this scene with stiff faces, and the first descendant of Xianmen, a great Eastern Sect, was slapped under the soles of your feet, which not only humiliated the second non-trace, but also slapped the face of Jianshen Pavilion.
"You junior, you have gone too far!" The old man in purple roared, and the sound shook the fields. The Excalibur pointed at Zhuge, and the sharp sword mang tore up the air.
"pa cha!"
Zhuge didn’t shine his feet hard, and the second time he drank bitterly, his sternum collapsed and he spit out one mouthful blood, which was also mixed with broken internal organs.
"hey!"
The old man in purple clothes cut off his sword, and the sword awned and flew towards Zhuge before it lit up.
"Boom!"
Almost at the same time, a golden "swastika" flew in and collided with the sword mans. With a loud roar. The sword awn and the golden word "swastika" were all shattered.
Fo Yin, a silent monk, ascended to heaven step by step, and the golden Buddha’s light hung over his head, turning solemn and solemn, like the reincarnation of a Buddha. At the same time, stuttering, chattering and Xiaoyun also came into mid-air, and a word "swastika" was suspended above their heads.
这是修炼佛功的特征。
“要打的话算上我们一份，反正闲着也是闲着~”话唠呵呵笑道。
这一次，诸葛不亮没有出言阻拦，因为这位紫衣老者气息强大，明显是一位无法太虚之境的高手，光凭他自己还真不一定能够战胜得了他。
紫衣老者皱起了眉头，他目光扫视着这些人，除了那名小沙尼修为稍微弱一点，其他人无一不是道韵窥天之境的修为。尤其是为首的那位庄严肃穆的僧人，修为更是捉摸不定，看不清虚实。
不过身为无法太虚之境的高手，他并不惧怕，向前踏出一步，神剑指向所有人：“你们找死，老夫就成全你们！”
“咯咯咯，好热闹啊~~”
突然不知从何处传来一声银铃般的娇笑，半空中不知何时出现了一位少女，容颜娇美，娇躯玲珑，扑扇的大眼睛带着一股古灵精怪之气，一头火红色的长发扎起马尾，发梢一直垂到翘*臀上，更奇特的是，在这少女的头顶，有一对闪烁着淡淡晶莹的牛角。
少女嫣然一笑，露出两个俏皮的小酒窝，以及一对晶莹的小虎牙。
简直就像是一个小牛魔女。
“呵呵呵，你都这么大岁数了，和几个后辈逞什么威风，不过还真像你们剑神阁一贯的作风~~”小牛魔女嘻嘻笑道，把玩着自己一缕发丝。
“这是…..牛头山的人！”