Rumble.

The air vibrates violently, thousands of air currents, tearing through the air, like ten thousand arrows fired together, the momentum is terrifying!

Even if they were far away in the square, people from all sects felt pain on their faces as if they had been cut by a knife.

Their faces were terrified, for fear that such a sharp air current would cut their throats.

They all stayed away from the vicinity of the broken wall where Lin Fei and Zhumu Wusheng were fighting, for fear of harming themselves.

Above the broken wall, the air flow was like the center of the storm, and the two figures flew like lightning in the storm and fought fiercely.

The figure is so fast, the palm is so fast, the people at all the doors in the square can't see it clearly.

In their opinion, Lin Fei and Zhu Mu Wusheng in the storm were like immortal characters with the ability to reach the sky, and their power was amazing.

They were all terrified.

And on the square, the left and right butlers of Zhu Mu Wusheng have already fought with Bai Weng and others.

The two half-martial saint strength stewards, as soon as they entered the masters of the Hundred Poison Gate, they were like wolves entering the flock.

Screams erupted, blood splattered!

Masters, grandmasters, and masters of the Hundred Poison Sect with varying strengths of the Martial Emperor, how could they be the opponents of the two half-martial saint strength stewards, and they immediately suffered heavy casualties.

And at this moment, Qin Zimo, Yuan Yuxi, Xiao Xiao, and Zhang Ruoxi, who were dressed as men, joined the battle and worked together to deal with Steward Zuo.

Steward Zuo didn't take the five girls in his eyes at all, and the aura of Qinghong exploded, the black robe was flying, and his eyes were sharp, just like a demon god, rushing towards Qin Zimo's five daughters.

At the same time, Qin Zimo, Yuan Yuxi, and Xiao Xiao's five daughters also burst out with a violent martial spirit.

The storm is blowing, and the sand is flying.

Boom, the sound of fierce battles resounded at the top of Tianpeng Peak.

The more the left butler fights, the more frightened he becomes!

Where did these five Martial Venerable Ninth Layer powerhouses come from?

In addition to Bai Weng Wuzun's ninth-layer strength, there is no second master of such strength in the Hundred Poison Sect.

How did five such powerful masters emerge all at once?

Qin Zimo and Yuan Yuxi took turns to attack the left steward, and the speed was as fast as lightning.

For a while, the five daughters of the ninth layer of Wuzun actually fought with the left butler with the strength of the semi-martial saint.

On the other side, Bai Weng and the White Turtle, the White Eagle, and the elders of the White Snow Hall were fighting fiercely with the right butler of the Everest Martial Saint.

Bang!

Qinghong's aura flashed, and the right butler hit Bai Xuetang with a palm.

In the screams, Bai Xuetang flew out like a kite with a broken string.

After smashing to the ground, Bai Xuetang immediately spit out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale, and he was unable to stand up anymore, and he was seriously injured.

After injuring Bai Xuetang, the right butler continued to attack Bai Weng.

Time kept passing, on one side was Lin Fei and Zhu Mu Wusheng fighting fiercely, and on the other hand, there was a fierce battle between the left and right housekeepers and Bai Weng, Qin Zimo and others.

The storm caused by the great war ravaged the top of Tianpeng Peak, like the end of the world.

The screams kept rang out!

The master of the Hundred Poison Gate was constantly injured and killed by the stewards of the Zhumu Wusheng.

Although Qin Zimo and the left steward were not defeated, Bai Weng and a few elders gradually lost to the right steward.

In the end, as several elders were injured and fell to the ground one after another, Bai Weng was unable to support himself.

Bang!

The right butler's palm Qinghong Qi struck out, and Bai Weng was already at the end of the strong crossbow, and he was finally defeated and was knocked away by the right butler's palm.

Then the figure of the right butler flew out, stepped on Bao Weng's chest, and warned in a cold voice: "Bai Weng, if you want to live, it's best not to move!"

Blood flowed from the corner of Bai Weng's mouth, and his face was painful, and the right butler had already injured him with a palm just now.

Even if he wanted to resist, there was nothing he could do.

The surrounding masters of the Hundred Poison Sect also wanted to rush over to save Bai Weng.

The right butler shouted coldly to them: "If you don't want your master to die immediately, just stop me immediately!"

With the cold drink of the right butler, all the masters of the Hundred Poison Sect stood still, not daring to take another half a step closer.

And at this moment, Qin Zimo and Steward Zuo, who were fighting fiercely on the other side, also reached a critical juncture.

Qin Zimo accidentally revealed a flaw, a haze flashed in Steward Zuo's eyes, and the next moment, Steward Zuo shot like electricity, choking Qin Zimo's throat at once, and firmly controlling it in his hand.

Yuan Yuxi, Wang Yixin, Xiao Xiao, and Zhang Ruoxi wanted to come to the rescue, but it was too late.

Grabbing Qin Zimo's left butler, his figure swept and flew next to the right butler, and the two stood back to back.

This made the elders and masters of the Hundred Poison Sect such as the White Turtle and the White Eagle, as well as Yuan Yuxi and Wang Yixin, all cast the mouse trap and did not dare to act rashly.

The battle in the square has come to an end for the time being, and it is in a state of stalemate and confrontation, while the fighting on the broken wall on the other side is still fierce, the storm is terrifying, and the violent force continues to spread.

At this moment, in the midst of the storm, Zhu Mu Wusheng saw that Lin Fei seemed to be unable to withstand his own attack, and began to show signs of defeat, the sharpness in his eyes became more and more sharp, and he immediately gathered all his strength and bombarded Lin Fei with a punch.

The terrifying power caused the air to tremble, and the top of Tianpeng Peak also trembled, the boulders rolled, the ground cracked, and the thick white snow accumulated on the side of the cliff, and there were also signs of movement, as if a blood collapse would occur immediately.

The people of all the sects in the square all showed panicked expressions on their faces, and they were all worried about the fierce battle between these two terrifying masters.

Because Lin Fei and Zhu Mu Wusheng, just one of them can make them crushed.

In the face of the bombardment of Zhumu Wusheng, Lin Fei, who was still showing signs of defeat and retreat, suddenly had a surge in momentum and turned from defense to attack.

Without waiting for the surging fist of Everest Martial Saint to hit, Lin Fei made a move, grabbed Everest Martial Saint's wrist at once, and suddenly exerted force, clicked, and the crisp sound of fracture sounded.

Zhu Mu Wusheng suddenly felt pain into the bone marrow, looked at Lin Fei with hatred, gritted his teeth and said, "You deliberately pretended to be invincible and lured me to make a move!"

A smile appeared at the corner of Lin Fei's mouth: "No, you think too highly of yourself, I'm not pretending to be invincible at all, I'm deliberately playing with you!"

As soon as the words fell, two balls of essence light suddenly erupted in Lin Fei's eyes, and the next moment, Lin Fei's palm, like a phantom, flashed with light.

With a bang, it bombarded the dantian of the Everest Martial Saint.

Zhu Mu Wusheng could clearly feel that there was a roar like the collapse of heaven and earth in the dantian.

His eyes widened, full of pain and horror!

Immediately afterwards, Everest Wusheng flew out from the broken wall like a kite with a broken string, and smashed down on the edge of the cliff of Tianpeng Peak, causing the snow in front of the cliff to be piled up, and it seemed that there was more loosening.

Zhu Mu Wusheng smashed down to the edge of the cliff, and the mask on his face also fell to the ground, his white hair was messy, and an old and ugly face full of wrinkles was also exposed.

Seeing the old and ugly face of the Everest Muwu Saint like a thousand-year-old demon, the faces of people of all factions were shocked!

This was the first time they had seen the true face of the Everest Martial Saint, and they didn't expect that the master who had to bow down every time they saw him would look so terrifying.

What shocked them even more was that the Everest Martial Saint, who existed like a god in their minds, was actually defeated by Lin Fei.

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PS: After taking the high-speed train for seven hours from Zhejiang to Guangzhou, I can only barely code out a chapter, and I am back, and I can code the words well tomorrow.

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