Under the purple electric peak, there is a vast expanse of black pressure.

The army of 300,000 demon clans gathered in front of the Miluo Sect, attracting not only the eyes of the princes, but also the monks from all over the country.

Demon Emperor Wu Hao declared that in order to attack the deep Wu and destroy the Liang, he wanted to take the purple electric peak, and asked Zhong Buqi, the sect leader of the Miluo Sect, to draw the boundary and let the army of the demon clan pass.

Drawing a boundary is no different from making a sect bend its knees.

The demon emperor Wu Hao was in front of the army, and Wu Hao sat alone.

Under the throne, the great demons and great witches gathered.

The leaders of the eight tribes, and the thousands of demons under them, all gathered under the Demon Emperor throne at this moment. After that, the 300,000 troops waited for orders.

The momentum of the army was like a rainbow, as if as long as the Demon Emperor gave an order, they would be able to push the unattainable Purple Electric Peak in front of them into the ground.

Wu Hao gathered all the elite forces of the demon and barbarian clans, not only for the march, but also for the sake of making the Lingxiao Sword Lord Zhong Buqi bend his knees and surrender in front of the people of the world, and for what, it couldn't be clearer.

What Wu Hao wants is not only Jiangshan, but also the peerless fox demon whose heart has never been with him.

As long as Zhong Buqi is completely defeated, Wu Hao can make Su Ying's heart return to him.

"Your Majesty, it's been two hours, let's attack the mountain!"

Wu Hao looked around, there was still a witness missing in this battle.

Su Ying!

She hasn't come yet!

"Wait!"

The Demon Emperor said this, not in a hurry.

The longer Wu Hao waited at the foot of this mountain, the more ruthless Zhong Buqi's face was cut. After Yang Chun's death, there was only one person left who could be called the Great Grandmaster who could be called the best in the world.

Zhong Buqi is the undoubted first person in the monk world today.

Wu Hao came here not only to conquer the land of the Great Zhou, but also to conquer the hearts of the people of the Great Zhou. He had conquered the land of Youzhou, and the next thing was this unattainable Purple Electric Peak.

Today's Demon Emperor must let the first person in the Great Zhou Monk Realm kneel, otherwise he will be allowed to die.

The wind is moving, and the clouds are urgent.

On the Purple Electric Peak, in the hut.

Zhong Buqi sat on the corridor, with his back against the door frame, dressed in a long robe, like a teacher.

Three steps away, two boys knelt in a row, looking very immature.

"Wu Eleven, Hao Twelve. Are you done with today's lesson? ”

"Master Qiqi, it's done!"

The two boys babbled in childish voices.

"That's fine, I'll have to go down the mountain for the teacher. You should remember to be taught by your teacher and practice well in the future. ”

"Master, what are you going to do?"

The immature voice sounded, but Zhong Buqi said softly.

"A period of fate, a period of sin."

Wu Shi and Hao 12 looked at each other, and they didn't understand what their master was going to do.

Zhong Buqi raised his head, but saw the long wind swaying and the clouds disturbing. Within the Miluo Sect, the upper and lower ten disciples all gathered in front of this hut.

Zhong Buqi stood up and picked up the long sword that swept the world from the side.

Since Zhong Buqi practiced the sword, this Lingxiao sword has never left his body. Ling Xiao's long sword, with a slender body and a gray color on the outside, looks simple and unpretentious in the sun.

"Wait for the mountain gate to be guarded, and one day, he will be able to return to Lingxiao's sword!"

Zhong Buqi said a word, and the twelve disciples, including Wu Shiyi and Hao Twelve, bowed down one after another.

Zhong Buqi has always been like this, no matter how dangerous things to do, it seems to be a trivial matter! But this time, the disciples felt abnormal.

is still light, but Zhong Buqi's words have the meaning of going and returning.

The wind sent the clouds together, and the twelve disciples raised their heads again, but Zhong Buqi's words were still echoing in their ears, but there was still him in front of them.

In front of the eyes of the 300,000 demon army, under the purple lightning peak, outside the Miluo Sect, a Hehelei sounded.

The spirit is stirring, and the mountain gate is open. The realm wrapped around the Purple Electric Peak was torn open in the thunder, and a figure walked out of it.

Wu Hao narrowed his eyes, wanting to see clearly what kind of amazing and brilliant person this world-shattering Miluo Sect Master was?

It's just that to Wu Hao's disappointment, Zhong Buqi is not tall and mighty, nor is he handsome and clear, he looks very ordinary, so ordinary that he is like a scholar who can be seen everywhere in the Shendu Luoshui.

And the long sword he held in his hand, the Lingxiao Sword with a great reputation, looked like a long iron.

Wu Hao saw the end from the beginning, but he felt a trace of absurdity in his heart, is this such a person, but can he firmly occupy the heart of the peerless nine-tailed demon fox?

is also such a person, who can be as famous as Yang Chun and make countless heroes hate?

Is it such a person again, sitting on the Purple Electric Peak, and has been in the world for 20 years?

Even today, he is in front of 300,000 demon troops, which looks so ridiculous.

"The Lingxiao Sword Lord is here, but he is willing to surrender?"

Under the purple electric peak, the Demon Emperor asked. It's just that all I got was the voice of the Lingxiao Sword Master.

"Sorry, it's not going to work."

It was so quiet that even Zhong Buqi's gentle-sounding voice could reach the ears of the 300,000 demon army.

Facing Wu Hao's coercion, facing almost all the masters of the demon and barbarian clans, and facing the humiliation of the soldiers coming to the city, the reaction of this Ling Xiao Sword Lord was very flat.

One could even say, indifference.

"Hahaha!"

Wu Hao let out a long laugh, not because of Zhong Buqi's answer, but because the other party's ignorance of current affairs had aroused his fighting spirit.

"Well answered!"

As the Demon Emperor's voice fell, in front of the demon army, the eight demons gathered. Thousands of demons surrounded Zhong Buqi, who looked like a weak scholar.

And the Blue Ghost King who rushed to the front, his fist was already close to Zhong Buqi. Perhaps with just a few breaths, the Blue Ghost King's fist can break this legend.

"I've long wanted to meet you, the great master who is above the world, since you want to use your mantis arm as a car, ....... today"

It's just that the Green Ghost King can't do it after all.

In front of the demons, the huge body of the Green Ghost King fell with a bang. The big demons gasped, what did Zhong Buqi do?

He just swung out a sword qi lightly, and he didn't even draw his sword.

Then, the Blue Ghost King, who had the defensive power of a copper wall, fell to the ground and never lived again.

The leader of the Eight Divisions, the top demon among the demon clans today, fell like this, and died like a joke.

At this moment, Demon Emperor Wu Hao tightened his grip on the throne, and his entire body was tense to the extreme.

Because, in front of the Demon Emperor, such jokes happened one after another.

Thousands of demons in the eight tribes were under Zhong Buqi's hands, but they were in tatters, and they dispersed as soon as the wind blew.

And he even had to take a look. Zhong Buqi moved forward step by step, and none of the 300,000 troops could stop him.