Park Zhengzhao was stunned for a moment, and then his face was full of anger.

"Who are you?!!"

On the hundreds of helicopter gunships that surrounded Dongmyeongjong, Park Jung-cho's angry voice sounded.

If it was only Park Young-jun who died, Park Chung-so would not have the power to mobilize so many troops in this era.

Even the guns of the cruisers of the Second Fleet of the Navy were aimed at Dong Mingzong.

But this is not just a matter of Park Young-hand's worth of life, but the martial artist's attack on the son of the major general.

It means that the warriors may also attack other bureaucrats, so that Park Chung-so can quickly mobilize so many troops.

"Who am I? I am the Sect Master of the Eastern Ming Sect. ”

Facing the hundreds of cold barrels and barrels in the sky, Lu Zhuo was still not afraid to smile slightly.

If he entered the realm of the Grandmaster, facing these hundreds of armed helicopters, even Lu Zhuo could only avoid them.

But now Lu Zhuo's energy is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Park Jung-so was at a loss again.

Li Zitian, the sect master of the Dongming Sect, is the Sect Master of the Transformation Realm, and he still knows this, so he also came with the determination to die.

It's just that I didn't expect a young sect master to suddenly come out.

"You killed my son? What about Li Zitian? I want to see Li Zitian immediately! Dongmingzong has such a murderer, and Li Zitian can't escape! You two will pay for my son's life together!"

Park Chung-cho's anger was deafening, and the horns of more than 100 gunships rang out all night.

"Li Zitian?"

Lu Zhuo smiled: "He broke into my Lingzhou and killed my Lingzhou Danshi martial artist indiscriminately, and I was already beheaded." ”

Lu Zhuo did not hide his identity at all.

When you reach the realm of Lu Zhuo, all your actions are as you like, and you follow the avenue.

Everything can be done, everything can not be done, as long as it is according to the heart.

Except for Zhao Zhi, everyone else only learned about the news, and everyone was shocked.

Park Jung-cho's pupils also shrank, and his expression was full of surprise.

"Lingzhou Martial Artist, now he is the sect master of the Eastern Ming Sect of my Big Stick Country? Hehe, it's really ridiculous. ”

"But in this case, I have even more reason to destroy your Dongming Sect!"

Park Jung-zhao laughed, and with a wave of his hand, he was about to do it.

At this moment, a delicate female figure suddenly jumped out, blocked in front of Lu Zhuo, and said loudly to the sky:

"Stop!"

Park Zhengzhao's raised hand suddenly froze, and the girl who stopped in front of Lu Zhuo was very familiar, and when she looked at it carefully, her brows furrowed.

"Qingya, how did you get involved with the martial artists of Lingzhou?" asked Park Zhengzhao coldly.

But just as the words came out, Park Jung-so suddenly thought of something.

Park Yingjun likes Song Qingya's thing, and he, as a father, must know that now Park Yingjun was killed by the Lingzhou warrior.

When he wanted to kill this Lingzhou martial artist, Song Qingya jumped out, which was very likely to be a love killing.

"Qingya, did my son die because of you? Hehe, then it's useless for you to stop now, you go to die with this traitor!"

Park Jung-so was furious at the thought of this reason.

However, contrary to Park Zhengzhao's expectations, Song Qingya was not stopping herself from killing Lu Zhuo, but shouted loudly with a anxious look:

"Uncle Park, you can't beat him! If you don't want to die, get out of here quickly. ”

Park Jung-so: "???"

Song Qingya's psychological journey when she met Lu Zhuo can be described as twists and turns.

From the beginning, he thought that Lu Zhuo was a disciple of the Hidden World Sect, and after this series of twists and turns, now Song Qingya even believes that Lu Zhuo is the actual helmsman of the Hidden World Sect in any corner.

It is very likely that it is now hundreds of years old, or even thousands of years, that this young face is only used to confuse sentient beings.

However, only Song Qingya has this exaggerated idea.

And under this, whether it is the children of Dongmingzong or the young girls who have just successfully climbed the mountain, they are all hesitant at the moment.

Against the state apparatus, most people have no idea of fighting, let alone for a suzerain who has not yet been a day old.

"Alas, the Eastern Ming Sect can survive this tribulation before it can be reborn in Nirvana, otherwise, it will enter the land of no return!"

Zhao Zhi sighed, he thought of this when Lu Zhuo casually slapped Park Yingjun to death just now.

Regarding Song Qingya's words, Zhao Zhi was only slightly surprised, and did not express too many feelings.

Park Zhengzhao is the most protective, and now that he knows that Lu Zhuo is a Lingzhou martial artist, I'm afraid that things are not so easy to solve.

Moreover, there were more than a hundred helicopter gunships in the first wave alone, and there were countless navies and giant artillery aimed at Dongmingzong behind them.

To get rid of Dongmingzong in this way may not be the wish of many people.

The disciples in the audience also spoke out one after another, their eyes showing different colors, and they expressed their opinions.

"How is this related to the military? Can this young sect master fight, should we run?"

"Take me one if you want to run, didn't you hear just now? Cruise missiles are coming, how can you hit that thing?"

"Slipped"

With such a large army overwhelming, even the internal strength of the martial arts is nothing among them.

More than 100 helicopter gunships were in full swing, and ordinary warriors were no different from ordinary people.

Lu Zhuo stepped directly into the air, so Song Qingya couldn't stop him even if he wanted to.

The searchlight followed Lu Zhuo's figure, and Park Jung-so immediately left Song Qingya's advice behind, because Lu Zhuo was too young.

Even if he can use the means of a grandmaster who can walk in the air, he can't cover the young and immature face between his eyebrows.

And as an elder, when facing young people, there is always an innate psychological advantage, not to mention that the person in front of him also killed his son.

"You are actually a martial arts master, so young, it's a pity to die. ”

Park Zhengzhao said, looked at Song Qingya who was still screaming on the ground to run quickly, and shook his head slightly:

"Qingya's performance is quite sufficient, I have more than 100 world-class Ajingyi, and behind me there are the three major fleets of my Big Stick Country?!!!

"Fire !!"

Park Zhengzhao waved his big hand, his face was resentful, and he shouted.

Da! Whoosh!

Countless bullets and shells erupted from the icy barrels, instantly lighting up the entire sky, and it was incomparably bright.

"I actually fought !! grass, brothers, I ran first!"

Many disciples of the Dongming Sect below, seeing that the situation was not right, spread their feet and hurriedly ran.

There are also many people who are so frightened that they dare not move when they see this kind of scene for the first time, and more people are trembling and covering their eyes to the side, not daring to look at it again.

"Sword up!"

In the midst of the violent sound of bullets and shells, there was a sound ringing in everyone's ears.

When they looked up, they suddenly opened their mouths in shock, and their eyes were about to pop out.

Countless bullets and shells tracked the figure, and a young man calmly spat out two words, and then a bright cyan sword light appeared behind him.

One into two, two into three, three into thousands.

The sword that densely covered half of the sky appeared on his body, and the young man just stood proudly in it with his hands on his chest.

"Go!"

The boy spat out another word.

Sou!

Countless swords rushed forward, colliding with the artillery fire of more than 100 gunships.

Bang!

The sky seemed to be a lively fireworks show, and it was extremely bright.

That's it, but that's it, as the boy says 'go' again.

The sword surged out again, striking towards the more than 100 world's most advanced 'Ajingyi'.

It was as if anti-aircraft guns were hitting mosquitoes, and there was no suspense at all.

When the people above Ah Jingyi were already frightened by Lu Zhuo's thousands of sword appearances, the sword was not polite at all, and pierced them one by one.

The sword sweeps the eight together, and the foot steps on the inside.

Park Jung-jo, who was arrogant just now and felt that he had a great advantage, could only watch those swords flying towards him in horror, and immediately called the naval fleet.

"Second Fleet!! I ask for support"

When Park Jung-so first said this, the sword was already rushing towards him, and he could no longer speak

Bang!

Less than a minute apart, everyone saw a fireworks festival again, but these two 'grand ceremonies' consumed more than 100 billion dollars.

The disciples of the Dongming Sect who had fled below all stopped their figures and looked into the air in amazement.

The disciples who were shouting together just now that they were going to slip away couldn't say a word in shock at the moment.

I could only glimpse a trace of their extremely shocked hearts from the sound of gasping cold air one after another.

The battle ended so quickly, almost crushing, there was no suspense.

It was Zhao Zhi who was also trembling and staring at the boss.

Not afraid, but excited, trembling:

"Warriors should be like this!"

"My husband should be like this! From now on, I, Dongming Sect, am willing to serve Lu Immortal Master for thousands of generations!"

(End of chapter)