Chapter 521 The Maverick Witch

At the silent scene, everyone was so shocked that they couldn't speak. This is a forced pressure. The second unmarked leader in the Eastern Regions, in the face of the legendary seven stars, did not even have the strength to fight back.

Zhuge Buteng weighed the bricks and circled around the big pit, but the second Wuqi never showed his head again. He seemed to be afraid of being beaten and huddled in the hole and did not dare to come out.

"You..." Fu Yunxiao and other practitioners of Jianshen Pavilion retreated slightly, and their faces were extremely embarrassed, especially Fu Yunxiao. Just now, he said generously that he wanted to twist off Zhuge's head, because he had a strong confidence in the second Wuqi. But now his confidence has been broken, as strong as the second without trace, and he can't even compete with him.

"What did you just say you wanted to grasp?" Zhuge Bulao turned his head and stared at Fu Yunxiao.

Fu Yunxiao's mouth was fiercely **. In the face of Zhuge's eyes, his body trembled uncontrollably and said, "You... What do you want?"

"What do you want?" Zhuge Buliang asked, "Bright, I remember that you just said you wanted to cut off my head. Now I'm stretching my neck for you to cut it."

"I..." Fu Yunxiao took a difficult drool and stepped back. Even the second Wumark can't do anything about the other party. What can he do? The arrogance just now disappeared in an instant.

Zhuge Buliang sneered and approached step by step. At this time, the murderous spirit in the big pit steamed, and the second trace rushed up again and cut Zhuge Buliang with a long sword: "I want your life!!"

Get out of here! Didn't you see what I'm talking about!!"

Zhuge Fuliang suddenly roared, the bricks were patted, and the second trace was smashed down again.......

The onlookers shook their heads and were speechless. Many people covered their eyes and sighed, "Since you know that you are not the opponent of the other party, why do you run out for humiliation? It's okay to hide in it obediently."

Fu Yunxiao's faces became more embarrassed. Facing the approaching Zhuge Buliang, Fu Yunxiao gritted his teeth and made a desperate posture.

"Kill!" Fu Yunxiao roared, and two passionate swords sounded in his body, and two divine swords flashing with Zhan Zhan Xianguang flew out. Fu Yunxiao rushed up almost desperately, with a trace of madness on his face.

Zhuge Buliang poked out with one hand, and a glazed glow bloomed on his palm, and grabbed the stabbed sword.

"Cangling!"

With a crisp sound, all two swords collapsed, Fu Yunxiao screamed, and his arms turned into blood fog.

"Aha!"

Fu Yunxiao roared sadly and staggered back. Even if he was ready to die before, Fu Yunxiao couldn't help flinching a little when he really met death.

But Zhuge Butliang will not give him a chance to catch up step by step, and the bricks are patted head-on.

"Puff!"

Clean and neat.

The blood fog dispersed, and Fu Yunxiao's body directly turned into a pile of meat mud and collapsed on the ground. The primordial spirit was smashed in an instant under this terrible blow.

"Brother Fu!" The remaining disciples of the Sword God Pavilion turned pale.

"Go and accompany him!" Zhuge Biaoliang showed a cruel sneer at the corners of his mouth. At this moment, he seemed to become the god of hell. The bricks flew out and turned into a mountain to suppress it.

"Rumble!"

The bricks fell like an ancient mountain, bringing a sound of wind and thunder. Several practitioners of the Sword God Pavilion completely showed panic. They wanted to turn around and escape, but they found that their mobility seemed to be bound and difficult to move.

Zhuge Fuliang has invisibly played a "stration technique" to fix several people.

" Stop it!"

With a sudden shout, an old man in purple came quickly. Seeing that his costume should also be the repairman of the Sword God Pavilion. Zhuge Buliang sneered in his heart. Sure enough, the reason why the descendants of this group of Sword God Pavilion dared to come to find their own trouble was supported by the old masters.

However, Zhuge Butliang did not mean to stop and tried his best to push the bricks to fall.

"Cut!" The old man in purple shouted, and the divine religion came out of its sheath and cut off the bricks.

A dazzling golden light suddenly bloomed on the bricks, which dissolved the sword of the old man in purple and bounced it out at the same time.

"Boom!"

Under the pressure of Taigu Dayue, several practitioners of the Sword God Pavilion turned into blood mud in an instant.

"You..." The old man in purple looked gray, and his copper-sized eyes stared angrily at Zhuge.

"Hey!" Zhuge Buleang glanced at the old man in purple and sneered.

"You junior, why do you kill innocent people indiscriminately!" The old man in purple almost roared.

"Yo, you still have to take care of you!" Zhuge Buleang sneered, "These grandchildren came to kill me. I just made a legitimate defense. They should kill me. If I kill them, will I kill innocent people indiscriminately?

The old man in purple snorted coldly, "Then don't you pay attention to my Sword God Pavilion!"

"No, you misunderstood." Zhuge Butang smiled and said, "It's not that I don't pay attention to the Sword Pavilion, but I don't pay attention to some people." With that, Zhuge Fuliang glanced at the old man in purple with a sneer.

"You..." The old man in purple turned red and almost vomited blood when Zhuge Fuliang said angrily.

There was also a lot of noise in the crowd. Zhuge Buteng's words made it clear that he was going to fight against the Sword God Pavilion. In the face of the old man of the Sword God Pavilion, he slapped him mercilessly.

"Long..... Elder..., kill him!" The deep and resentful voice came from behind, and the second trace flew out of the big pit again. His face was blood and muddy. How embarrassed and how embarrassed he was, and how much he had the demeanor of great education.

"Real... It's really forbidden to fight..." The squirped and muttered not far away.

"Isn't that right? Is he a great teacher? The skin is always a little later than ordinary people, and the skin is thicker than ordinary people. He said with a smile.

Although the two are muttering, they can use spiritual power to transmit the sound to everyone's ears. The second trace was almost so angry that he vomited blood. For many years, he had been so humiliated.

"Elester! Kill him for me!" The second trace was almost roaring.

"Humph!" Zhuge Budao snorted, like a muffled thunder. He slapped it and slapped the second Wumark on the ground. Then he stepped on his chest and sneered, "You are trampled under my feet now. What right do you have to speak?"

"Ah!! Hate!!!" Second, he was so ashamed and angry that he couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar.

"Shut up!"

"Papa!"

Zhuge Bulang slapped it up, and the sound was crisp. Everyone looked at this scene with stiff eyes. The first descendant of the Immortal Gate in the Eastern Regions was trampled under his feet, which not only humiliated the second traceless, but also was equivalent to slapping the face of the Sword God Pavilion.

"You junior, you have gone too much!" The old man in purple roared, and the sound shook the wild. The divine sword pointed to Zhuge was not bright, and the sharp sword light tore up the air.

"Bang!"

Zhuge didn't show the soles of his feet hard, and the second traceless shouted miserably. The sternum collapsed, and a mouthful of blood was spit out, which was also mixed with broken internal organs.

"Cut!"

The old man in purple cut off with a sword, swallowed the sword, and flew towards Zhuge Fuliang.

"Boom!"

Almost at the same time, a golden word "wan" flew in and collided with the sword. With a loud roar. The sword and the golden word "wan" were all smashed.

The silent monk knotted the Buddha seal and ascended to the sky step by step. The golden Buddha light hung above his head and turned serious, like the reincarnation of the Buddha. At the same time, stattering, chatter and Xiaoyun also came to the air, and there was a word "wan" floating above their heads.

This is the characteristic of practicing Buddhism.

"If you want to play, count us in. Anyway, I'm idle~" he said with a smile.

This time, Zhuge Buteng did not say anything to stop him, because the old man in purple has a strong breath and is obviously a master who can't be too empty. He may not be able to defeat him by himself.

The old man in purple frowned. He glanced at these people. Except for the little Shani's slightly weaker cultivation, everyone else was the cultivation of the realm of heaven. Especially the leading solemn monk, his cultivation is even more unpredictable and can't see the reality clearly.

However, as a master of the realm that can't be too empty, he is not afraid. He takes a step forward and points the sword at everyone: "You look for death, and I will fulfill you!"

"Cluck, it's so lively~~"

Suddenly, a silver bell-like smile came from nowhere. I don't know when a girl appeared in the air. Her face was beautiful and her body was exquisite. Her big eyes were full of eccentricity. A long red hair tied up a ponytail, and her hair drooped to her buttocks. What's more strange was that on the top of the girl's head. There is a pair of light and crystal horns.

The girl smiled, revealing two playful dimples and a pair of crystal little tiger teeth.

It's like a calf witch.

"Ha ha ha, you are so old, and you are so majestic with a few descendants, but it's really like the usual style of your Sword God Pavilion~~" The calf witch smiled and played with a wisp of her hair.

"This is... People from Niutou Mountain!"

Everyone was surprised.