Swish.

As soon as the voice of this Zhenguo Martial Saint fell, a gust of wind passed, and Yunmeng Ancestor had already arrived in front of this Zhenguo Martial Saint, his claws stretched out, and he choked his throat at once.

Yunmeng Martial Saint grabbed the neck of this Zhenguo Martial Saint and lifted him up, because of his poor breathing, this Zhenguo Martial Saint's whole face was suffocated.

"Hand over the key to the Nine Dragons Lock, or I'll kill him." Yunmeng Ancestor glanced at Wu Weiwen and the other five Zhenguo Martial Saints with a cold gaze, and threatened.

Wu Weiwen and Wu Boqing all showed a look of anxiety in their eyes, for fear that Yunmeng Martial Saint would really kill this Zhenguo Martial Saint.

"The key to the Nine Dragons Lock is not in the hands of the six of us, we are only responsible for guarding the treasure house, but the key to open the treasure house is in the hands of the nine commanders of the Chinese army. Wu Weiwen said to Yunmeng Ancestor.

Yunmeng Ancestor smiled coldly: "Why should I believe what you said, I count to three, if you don't hand over the key immediately, or don't let the nine commanders you said hand over the key, I will kill him." ”

As soon as the words fell, Yunmeng Ancestor's hand immediately increased his strength, and the Zhenguo Martial Saint who was strangled by him suddenly looked even more painful.

"One!" Yunmeng Ancestor's cold voice began to count.

"Two!"

Just when Yunmeng Ancestor was about to say three words, Wu Weiwen immediately shouted to Yunmeng Ancestor: "Don't kill my accomplices, I'll call the nine commanders now, and I'll say that the Kyoto Treasure Treasury God of War Knife has an accident, and it urgently needs to be opened for verification, so let them send the key." ”

Yunmeng Ancestor looked at Wu Weiwen with a scrutinizing gaze, as if he wanted to know whether what he said was true or false.

"Okay, then you call them now, if you dare to leak the slightest bit of information, or play any tricks, I will not only kill this person in my hands, but I will also kill you all. Yunmeng Ancestor looked at Wu Weiwen and warned.

"Don't dare, I don't dare to play tricks. Wu Weiwen looked obedient.

Then, he stood up and took out his mobile phone, and then dialed Lin Fei's mobile phone number.

The phone almost rang, and it was connected, and Lin Fei's voice came: "Mr. Wu, is there something wrong with you?"

Wu Weiwen squeezed out a smile on his face and said to the phone: "No, Commander Zhu, there is something wrong with the sword of the God of War on this side of the treasure house, and I want you nine commanders to use the key to open the Nine Dragons lock and enter the treasure house to check it." ”

Lin Fei, who was in a building at the base, couldn't help frowning when he heard Wu Weiwen's words on the phone: Commander Zhu?

Immediately, Lin Fei seemed to understand, and said to the phone: "Mr. Wu, please don't worry, I will notify the other eight commanders, and then go to the Kyoto treasure house to check together." ”

"Then we'll wait for the nine commanders to come here at the treasury. Wu Weiwen hung up his phone after saying this.

Then, Wu Weiwen looked at Yunmeng Ancestor, and said with a smile on his face: "Old man, I just called Commander Zhu of our Nine Great Commanders, and he and the rest of the commanders will come with the Nine Dragons Lock Key immediately. ”

Yunmeng Ancestor laughed gloomily: "You don't think that you can fool me with just your little tricks, right?"

Wu Weiwen suddenly had a bad feeling, could it be that Yunmeng Ancestor had seen through his plan?

"Old man, I didn't fool you, I ...... just now" However, before Wu Weiwen's words were finished, he was slapped by Yunmeng Ancestor and flew out.

Bang.

Wu Weiwen smashed down on the hall a few meters away, spat out a mouthful of blood, and was seriously injured and passed out.

"Cousin......"

"Old Wu ......"

When the rest of the Zhenguo Martial Saints saw it, they all shouted anxiously.

"Old thief, why did you hurt Old Wu, didn't he already ask the Nine Great Commanders to send the key?" said a Zhenguo Martial Saint with angry eyes and glaring at Yunmeng Ancestor.

Yunmeng Ancestor laughed: "Hahaha...... Nine Commanders? I think he's ventilating and sending rescue troops, right?"

"What he called just now was obviously a young man's voice, I know that the nine commanders of Huaxia are all over sixty, how can it be a young man, this is clearly not a commander. ”

Wu Boqing, the four Zhenguo Martial Saints, their faces couldn't help but change, and they all thought that Wu Weiwen was calling Lin Fei.

Unexpectedly, this Yunmeng Ancestor was as careful and suspicious as a hair, and he actually found clues from Lin Fei's voice.

"Hehe, I think the person he called is that Lin Fei, right?" Yunmeng Ancestor's voice revealed murderous intent, and said, "Wait until I take the sword of the God of War, and then take the head of the other." ”

"We're fighting this old thief!" Wu Boqing shouted to the rest of the Zhenguo Martial Saints.

The rest of the Zhenguo Martial Saints immediately echoed: "Let's go!"

Then, several Zhenguo Martial Saints attacked Xiangyun Meng Ancestor together, although they knew that they were not Yunmeng Ancestor's opponents, but if they didn't make a move, the Zhenguo Martial Saint who fell into the hands of Yunmeng Ancestor would definitely die.

Therefore, they fought with their lives to save this accomplice.

The storm in the main hall suddenly broke out, and between the lightning and flint, the palm shadow flew over. In the bang, it was like a shock.

In the screams, Wu Boqing's four Zhenguo Martial Saints were all knocked out and smashed to the temple, spitting out blood one after another, unable to fight again.

Click.

With the sound of a broken bone sounded, Yunmeng Old Ancestor raised his hand, and the Zhenguo Martial Saint who was strangled by him immediately flew out.

After smashing to the ground, this Zhenguo Martial Saint had already died of anger.

When Wu Boqing's four Zhenguo Martial Saints saw this, their eyes all flashed with hatred, and they still didn't save their partners after all.

Yunmeng Ancestor let out a cold and arrogant laugh: "Hahaha...... Do you think you can stop me? I, Yunmeng Ancestor, want to kill someone, but no one can stop me. ”

"Also, do you think that I can't enter the treasure house without the key to the Nine Dragon Lock? Today, let you, the so-called Zhenguo Martial Saints in Huaxia, see the strength of my Yunmeng Ancestor. ”

As soon as the words fell, Yunmeng Old Ancestor's white eyebrows were raised, his eyes widened angrily, and the air shook violently.

In an instant, the aura of ten thousand martial saints erupted from Yunmeng Ancestor's body, a coercive aura that seemed to be able to destroy and crush everything, and pressed towards the entire hall.

Rumble.

Suddenly, in the midst of the storm, the white-haired Yunmeng Ancestor raised his iron fist, and the muscles and bones on the fist were like steel, from the arm to the fist, spinning the air flow formed by the red martial saint's qi.

It's like a dragon wrapped around its arm.

Swish.

Yunmeng Ancestor slammed his fist into the ground, and his fist roared like a mad dragon.

Bang.

The floor of the main hall was bombarded by his iron fist, and the floor tiles flew in pieces.

The whole hall trembled.

However, after Yunmeng Ancestor landed a punch, he did not stop there, but immediately followed by another punch to the ground.

Punch after punch, and punch is more violent than punch.

The main hall continued to tremble, like an earthquake, and the amplitude of the shock became larger and larger, not only the roof of the palace kept falling dust, but even the bronze nine dragons in the center of the hall also trembled.

Bang.

With the roar of Yunmeng Old Ancestor, he burst out with all his strength and fell with a punch, and finally the bronze Nine Dragons fell to the ground with a bang.

At the same time, the ground of the main hall suddenly cracked, and with a loud bang, it sank down all at once, as if a huge hole had been opened in the ground.

Including the bronze casting Jiulong, Wu Boqing and other six Zhenguo martial saints all fell into this huge hole.

(End of chapter)