"Master Wuxiang" Yunfeng roared sadly, and a black figure shot towards Wuxiang like lightning.
"Junior brother" let out a long roar, and a pale yellow figure shot out from the Fenlin Palace.
Wherever this person passed, he left behind countless illusory figures, like a giant yellow dragon.
"Master, defend yourself first, leave Wuxiang to me," Yunfeng shouted loudly, stamping his palms on Wuxiang's vest with all his strength, and a pure fire attribute sword energy poured into Wuxiang.
Master Xiang’s body.
"Well" Wuchen was stunned for a moment.
He felt that this person's voice was extremely familiar, but for a moment he really couldn't remember who this person was.
However, just from the respectful tone of the other person, it was not difficult to tell that the other person treated him very much.
Respect, Wuchen guessed that this person might be a junior he had befriended before.
"Amitabha, please help me," Wuchen said politely, turned around and walked slowly towards Mo Tianjiu, who was already a little embarrassed.
When Wuchen saw the lifeless Liao Fan lying on the ground, a trace of light flashed in his plain eyes.
Silk's grief.
"Uncle Master, Uncle Master", several senior monks of the "Le" generation in Fenlin Temple quickly walked up to Wu Xiang, glanced at Yun Feng, who was shrouded in a black cloak, and then immediately sat cross-legged and started working together. , using the sword energy to heal wounds without any form.
When Wu Xiang's temperament improved slightly, Yun Feng slowly withdrew his palms.
It was not that Yun Feng did not want to save Wu Xiang with all his strength, but that the eminent monks of Fenlin Temple used the same martial arts to save Master Wu Xiang.
Master Wu Xiang recovered more quickly, and the remaining side effects were relatively minor.
"Senior Nephew Laokong, what's going on today?"
Wuchen looked at Master Kong, the Discipline Dean, expressionlessly, and asked loudly.
"Uncle Master, at noon today, the master of the Demon Temple Sect, Mo Tianjiu, suddenly led a group to attack the mountain gate.
Dozens of the disciples guarding the mountain were killed and injured.
Fortunately, with the "Demon Subduing Formation" protecting the mountain, all the disciples were able to return to the temple safely. .
The master of the Demon Cha Sect led the crowd to the Burning Forest Palace and uttered wild words.
Senior Brother Liao Fan couldn't bear it and took action to defend against the enemy, but unfortunately he died in the hands of Mo Tianjiu.
Later, Senior Uncle Wuxiang used his unique skills to fight with him and was severely wounded by him.
In desperation, he resorted to the "Vajra Sacrifice to Buddha" in order to kill both the jade and the stone. ."
Wu Kong briefly told Wu Chen what happened.
"Demon Donor, you are the master of a sect.
Why did you raid my "Fenlin Temple" today and kill the disciples in my temple?
However, some of the disciples in my Fenlin Temple have offended or we have done something wrong.
Please let the master of the Demon Sect make it clear.
"Wuchen looked at Mo Tianjiu and said calmly.
Although Master Fang's voice was not very loud, everyone present could hear it clearly.
Suddenly, everyone present at the Mosha Sect felt an invisible pressure coming down from their heads, and each of the thousands of Mosha Sect disciples felt as if their chests were tight.
Mo Tianjiu felt even more uncomfortable than everyone else.
Although he had the rank of Sword Emperor, for some reason, Wuchen's invisible "power" of Sword Emperor made him feel extremely depressed and extremely uncomfortable.
First, Monk Wuxiang, with his peak Sword Master cultivation level, was able to take on hundreds of his own moves, while Wu Chen was among the same Sword Emperors as himself, but his "power" could suppress him so much, which made Mo Tianjiu wonder what he had done.
Can't figure it out.
How could he know that there was an essential difference between his heaven-level technique, Demonic Blood Technique, and the holy-level technique, Burning Heaven Scripture, of "Fenlin Temple"?
It could be said that they were thousands of miles apart.
"Wuchen, if you are not happy if I kill your disciples of "Fenlin Temple" today, then how many disciples of my Demon Temple Sect have been killed by your Fenlin Temple in the past decades?
Do you know how many disciples you have killed?
I will die for those people who were in vain today.
The disciples in the hands of the monks of Fenlin Temple are asking for justice.
"Tao."
Mo Tianjiu roared loudly, and the high-pitched roar echoed around the square.
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The gang members behind him instantly regained their previous spiritual power as if they were hit by cold water, and Wuchen's "aura" was so coercive.
They were also dispersed by Mo Tianjiu's loud roar.
"You, the Demonic Sect, have done all kinds of evil in the empire, killing people and plundering.
What's wrong with me, the disciples of Fenlin Temple, in doing justice for the heavens?
If we really have to sacrifice our lives, can you bear the lives of the people who died at the hands of your Demonic Sect?"
Before Master Wuchen could speak, Monk Liao Kong behind him shouted loudly.
"Yes, the shameless evildoers will be punished by everyone in the world."
All the disciples in Fenlin Temple shouted loudly.
Thousands of people roared in unison, the sound was overwhelming.
"Really?
You, Fenlin Temple, believe that you are a well-known and upright sect.
We evil demons and crooked people can only be killed by you at will.
You can't complain, right?
You, Fenlin Temple, are not so much saying that you are a famous and upright sect, but you are relying on your own martial arts skills.
Bullying."
Mo Tianjiu said coldly.
"Demon benefactor, the suffering is endless.
It's An Gui and our two sects who have been incompatible with each other for many years.
The disciples of our second sect have also suffered numerous casualties.
Don't you think the benefactor has the slightest trace of guilt?"
Wuchen said lightly, with no expression on his face, Motian Although Jiu has entered the rank of Sword Emperor, in his eyes, the sword energy is just a little more full than before.
In Wuchen's eyes, Mo Tianjiu's martial arts and skills are just a trick on the street.
"It was your Fenlin Temple who killed the disciples of my sect, and your Fenlin Temple disciples were killed because they were nosy.
I think the person who should feel guilty and wake up should be your Fenlin Temple."
Mo Tianjiu said contemptuously.
"Demon benefactor, even if you are determined to do this, I have nothing to say.
I wonder why the devil benefactor came to my Fenlin Temple to kill people today.
If the devil benefactor can't tell me a reason, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the devil benefactor today."
Walk out of the mountain gate of Fenlin Temple," Wuchen said lightly.
He was praised by the world.
He is respectfully called the "Living Buddha" not just because he saved people in the world, but also because Wuchen spent half his life to eliminate countless vicious people in the mainland and saved countless people in the mainland from the pain of massacre.
His The name of the Living Buddha comes from the honorific title given to him by the poor people.
"Humph Wuchen, you don't need to scare me with these words.
I have been in the world for decades and have no regard for life and death.
Even if I die in your Fenlin Temple today, I will make your Fenlin Temple become a river of blood and a pile of corpses.
Like a mountain.
But I have come here today for no other reason than to get back a prince from Fenlin Temple.
"I'm just trying to recover the blood debt of my fellow disciples from the Demon Temple Sect who died at the hands of your Fenlin Temple disciples over the years," Mo Tianjiu said with cold eyes as he looked at Wu Chen, who had been beaten dozens of times by members of the Demon Temple Sect and the Fenlin Temple.
After years of dealing with each other, they suffered decades of losses, so Mo Tianjiu hated Fenlin Temple deeply.
It's just that he wasn't sure whether Wuchen was hurt or not, so he just held back and didn't do anything.
"So the Demon Benefactor will definitely start a killing spree in Fenlin Temple today," Wuchen said calmly.
In fact, he knew very well that Mo Tianjiu was a ruthless person.
Since he went to Fenlin Temple today, It is estimated that it will be difficult to be kind today.
"That's right, from now on, in the Tianyang Empire, if there is my Demon Sect, there will no longer be your Fenlin Temple, and if you have your Fenlin Temple, there will no longer be the Demon Sect," Mo Tianjiu said fiercely.
"Forget it, let me learn the magic benefactor's unique skills."
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Wuchen knew that talking to Motian Jiuduo was useless, so he could only suppress him with force.
"Okay, Wuchen, this is what I've been waiting for."
Mo Tianjiu decided to give it a try.
He knew that if Wuchen was really injured in his "divine vein", it would be impossible to defeat him, so as long as he takes action Just try it and you will know whether Wuchen was injured or not.
The two of them took a few steps forward at the same time.
Everyone in the venue instantly felt as if the air around them had been emptied out.
Wuchen and Mo Tianjiu were like two black holes, madly attracting and devouring the surrounding airflow and energy.
Suddenly, the two men jumped up, leaving two long phantoms in the air.
Among the many warriors present, few could see clearly how the two men took action.
They could only see countless phantoms and energy palm prints in the void.
In the midst of the extremely fast twists and turns.
A huge muffled sound of "Boom" came.
Everyone in the scene, whether they were the monks from Fenlin Temple or the masters from Mosha Sect, felt a pressure in their chests.
Their faces turned slightly pale, and blood flowed from the corners of their mouths.
Stayed.
"Shuashua" Two phantoms in the void quickly separated.
Wuchen's figure flashed and stood in front of the monks, looking at Mo Tianjiu who fell from the air with an expressionless face.
"Sect Master" Several elders from the Mosha Sect rushed over and helped Mo Tianjiu up.
Mo Tianjiu waved his left hand, signaling for them to retreat.
"Wuchen, it's not that my skills are inferior to yours, it's just that I'm worried that when you and I compete, the energy aftermath will impact my subordinates, and you will take advantage of them if they are distracted for a while."
Mo Tianjiu said loudly shouted, today He knew that he had come to the wrong place.
Wuchen's martial arts skills were far beyond his ability to stop him.
Even so, he had to hold on.
He must not lose face in front of so many disciples.
If so, it would be even worse than before.
Killing him made him feel even worse.
"That's right, Master Wuchen.
I have long heard that Fenlin Temple's martial arts and exercises are unparalleled in the world.
My three brothers came today with the hope of learning the unique skills of the eminent monks of Fenlin Temple.
I don't know about the "Kong" character of my peer.
Of course, the masters of this generation can give you some tips.
Of course, if the masters of the "Kong" generation feel that they are not as good as those below, That eminent monk of the "Le" generation came to teach me, and Jian Xin was also very honored."
Seeing that his grandfather was severely injured by the opponent, Mo Jian Xin, Mo Jian Chen, and Mo Jian Yu hurriedly took a few steps forward and said loudly, Mo Jian Xin's hand could not reach him.
The trace was placed on Mo Tianjiu's wrist, and a pure cold attribute sword energy poured into Mo Tianjiu's body.
"Magic Donor, I didn't expect that you would give birth to these three outstanding descendants," Wuchen said loudly.
The three young men in blood-red robes in front of him were only twenty-five or six years old at most, but they were already They are masters of the fourth level of Sword King.
Even if you look at the entire continent, the talents of the three of them are considered to be excellent.
"Haha, the three junior brothers don't know how high the sky is.
They made Master Wuchen laugh.
I just don't know if anyone in your temple is willing to fight with the three junior brothers.
It's not in vain for my three brothers to come to your temple."
Demon Sword Heart held a fist towards Wuchen He bowed and said politely, he has been very clever and helpful since he was a child, and his cultivation as a heavenly thief is even more astonishing.
He had repeatedly advised his grandfather Mo Tianjiu, hoping that he would no longer be an enemy of Fenlin Temple.
After all, Fenlin Temple had been passed down for thousands of years, and the martial arts and techniques were by no means comparable to those of their Demon Temple.
But it was a pity that Mo Tianjiu did not Hearing the words of his genius grandson, he suffered the secret loss of Burning Forest Temple countless times over the years
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