"Hahahaha" bursts of laughter suddenly came from the mountain.
Although the laughter came from the top of the mountain, it seemed to be right next to everyone.
The arrogant laughter made many warriors present frown involuntarily.
Wrinkled tightly, he used all his strength to resist.
"Hahahaha, I thought that Fenlin Temple was some kind of authentic martial arts school in the world, but I didn't expect that a small demon sect came to the mountain gate to kill them.
Now that the other party wants to leave, they don't even dare to block it.
It seems that Fenlin Temple is nothing more than that.
Well" "Mo Tianjiu, I originally thought that you were a powerful sword emperor, a man of unparalleled strength, but I didn't expect that you were just a timid rat who would leave with your tail between your legs after being defeated.
If you hadn't Wuchen, for the sake of your grandson, I am afraid that your life will remain on Tianyue Mountain today, hahahaha."
"Where are you hiding your head and tail?
Get out of here!"
Mo Tianjiu roared angrily, grabbed a few weapons beside him, swung them toward the source of the sound, and fired them quickly.
I saw a few shining silver weapons rushing towards the mountains in the distance like lightning.
"Bang, bang," several crisp sounds of iron weapons breaking were heard in the void.
Several weapons that were shot out at high speed suddenly shattered into dozens of pieces in the air.
I saw these broken weapon fragments suddenly He turned around and rushed towards the warriors in the Magic Gate in the square at top speed.
"What a strong sword emperor!"
Mo Tianjiu roared, jumped up and stood in the void, waving his hands extremely fast, and a domineering palm force knocked down all the fragments of weapons that were shot in the face.
"Whoosh" Two figures, one gold and one red, came quickly from a distance one after the other.
In a moment, the two of them stood firmly on the square.
"Amitabha, it turns out that the Ninth Prince has arrived.
Please forgive me for being far away from me."
Wuchen said politely to one of the men wearing golden robes with a majestic look.
Although this man was nearly sixty years old, he still had a face as white as jade and thick eyebrows as sword-like, and the intimidating gaze from his bright black eyes gave people a chilling sense of oppression.
"I haven't seen Master Wuchen for many years.
Not only have you reached the pinnacle of martial arts and martial arts, but your temper has also reached a state of neither sadness nor joy.
It's really admirable."
The Ninth Prince looked at Master Wuchen with a half-smile but said loudly. .
"Haha, the Ninth Prince is laughing at me.
I didn't expect that after not seeing each other for so many years, the Fifth Master is still so ruthless in his words, without any mercy."
Wuchen said with a smile.
When the Ninth Prince met him back then, his rank was similar to that of the ninth prince.
He is almost the same.
After so many years of separation, it is estimated that his level of Sword Emperor is definitely not lower than his own.
"Yes, it has been more than forty years in a flash.
When you and I and the young man named Ling met, we were just in our infancy.
But we never thought that when we meet again, we would already be in our seventies.
Body."
Jiu Wangnian said with some emotion.
"You and I are no longer the competitive young people we used to be."
Wuchen sighed softly, and involuntarily turned his head to look at Yunfeng, who was wearing a black cloak, because Yunfeng didn't know what the Ninth Prince mentioned just now.
Who is the young man named Ling, but Wu Chen understands that the young man named Ling Sheng is referring to the "Ling Li" who has already suffered an accident.
"I don't care what kind of eighth or ninth prince you are.
Just now you insulted my sect leader, and I will make you pay the price."
A middle-aged man in the Demon Sect roared angrily, jumped up, and raised his knife to strike at Zhen Zui.
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The Ninth Prince in the wonderful memories of the past.
"Fan Yuegang, no, it's dangerous," Mo Tianjiu shouted anxiously.
Considering that Fan Yue's cultivation level is only the third level of Sword Emperor, how could he be the opponent of the Ninth Sword Emperor?
He might not even be able to defeat him.
Get the slightest advantage.
"Looking for death!"
The young man in a red cloak behind the Ninth Prince snorted coldly, and in a flash, he stood in front of the Ninth Prince.
Just when Fan Yuegang was still nearly two feet away from the young man, the young man suddenly drew the long blood-red knife in his left hand.
In the square, a red light flashed, and in an instant, the blood-red sword was put into the scabbard by the young man.
Fan Yuegang's figure was suddenly stunned in the void, and his body was broken at the waist.
Falling from the air.
"Hiss!"
All the warriors in the field widened their eyes and marveled.
A powerful third-level sword king was actually two feet away from the opponent, and he was killed with a single blow from the front.
This shows how strong this young man is.
Amazing.
"Luo Yan, you are so impudent.
How can you kill at will in this Fenlin Temple?"
the Ninth Prince said tepidly.
"I know that I am guilty, but no matter where I am, if I dare to offend my Lord, I will let him die with his body intact."
Luo Yan said coldly, ordinary human lives were as trivial in his eyes.
"Ninth Prince, I'm visiting Fenlin Temple today and I don't know what advice I can give you."
Wuchen said politely, looking at the Nine Dragon King who was dressed in beautiful clothes.
The Ninth Prince did not speak, and slowly stretched out his right hand.
Only four fingers were seen on the palm of his right hand, and the little finger was completely cut off.
"More than forty years ago, Master Wuchen, you cut off one of my fingers.
I have always remembered it in my heart for many years.
Unfortunately, I have practiced hard for decades, and to this day, I am not sure of defeating you.
But no matter what, this I must avenge the broken finger."
The Ninth Prince said calmly, although his voice was not loud, but his tone was filled with murderous intent.
Wuchen's broken finger had become a heartache for him for many years.
If this heartache was not removed, his hope of cultivating a breakthrough so that he could break through to the level of Sword Master in the future would become extremely slim.
"Well, back then, I and the prince were young and frivolous, and they were arrogant with their unparalleled skills.
When you and I were competing, I accidentally hit you hard by mistake, and I regretted it in my heart.
Even if you sow evil, you will reap the consequences.
I don't know, prince.
How are you going to end this matter today?"
Wuchen said helplessly with a long sigh.
From the moment the Ninth Prince appeared, Wuchen knew that what happened today would never end well.
"Master Wuchen, originally I came here today to make a break with you, but what Mo Tianjiu said just now also makes some sense.
If you and I, the Sword Emperor, fight fiercely, the people around us and the monks of Fenlin Temple will be afraid.
Everyone will suffer, so I decided not to take action personally today."
The Ninth Prince said calmly.
"The prince can imagine this, Lao Niezi is very grateful."
Wuchen said politely, and the big stone in his heart was immediately put down.
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This ninth prince is different from Mo Tianjiu.
In this Fenlin Temple, there are thousands of disciples of the Mosha Sect. , so even if the two of them didn't show mercy to each other when they started fighting, they still had a little bit of worry, worried that if they accidentally hit each other, countless people would die or be injured.
But the Ninth Prince is different.
He only brought one subordinate today.
If Wuchen fights with him, the situation of the monks in Fenlin Temple will be worrying.
At first, Wuchen thought of leading the Ninth Prince to the back mountain before fighting him, but he never thought that the other party would give up on his own initiative.
This made Wuchen somewhat confused as to what the Ninth Prince wanted to do.
You must know that with the personality of the Ninth Prince, it is impossible to expose this matter so easily.
"Master Wuchen, I don't have to do anything today, but I have to avenge my broken finger, so I brought a junior today.
If there is someone of the same generation in Fenlin Temple who can defeat him, Half pose, I will do it immediately Turn around and leave, and will never set foot at the gate of Fenlin Temple from now on.
But if no one can stop the bloody knife in his hand, then please be careful, he will never stop taking action."
The Ninth Prince said calmly. said.
The young man in front of the Ninth Prince crossed his hands and held the knife in front of his chest.
He took a few steps forward and said loudly: "Of course, if Master Wuchen doesn't want to see the monks in the temple bleed, he can only kowtow to my master.
With a few clicks, my master, the master, will be able to expose this matter."
"Shut up!"
Two loud roars rang out in the square, and Kong Bei and Kong Ming jumped up and flew in front of the young man, glaring angrily at this young man who didn't know the heights of the world.
"Uncle Master, my disciple Kong Ming is willing to go out to fight.
I want to learn from this little benefactor's clever tricks."
Kong Ming turned around, bowed respectfully to Wuchen, and said sternly.
"Master-uncle, my disciple Kong Bei is also willing to hope that master-uncle will fulfill his wish."
Kong Bei bowed and saluted Wuchen and said politely.
"You don't have to argue, let's go together," the young man in white shirt said with a sneer.
"The donor has such a loud tone," Kong Bei said unhappily.
He, Kong Ming, and Kong Ai were among the younger generation of "Kong" in Fenlin Temple.
He is the leader, and even the leaders of the "Le" generation in the "Discipline Hall" in the temple may not be able to withstand their joint attack, let alone the young man in front of him
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