Cao Feng stared at Lu Heng with resentful eyes, but Lu Heng just stood with his hands in his hands, looking at him lightly, as if looking at a dead man.

At the signal of Han Xun and Mr. Six Fingers, the people of the Diancang Sect and Wuyi Mountain immediately distanced themselves from the people of the Blackstone Organization, and the rest of the factions faintly surrounded the people brought by Cao Feng in the middle.

Boom!

The people of Blackstone drew their swords one after another, panicked and confronted the various factions.

Seeing this scene, Cao Feng couldn't help but feel despair.

He knew that none of the martial arts giants present were fools. What he could see, these old things could naturally see.

The "Washing the Marrow Sutra", which is about to be deduced, temporarily cast a golden body for Lu Heng.

In the martial arts, no one can resist the temptation of divine skills.

A "Yijin Sutra" has created the glory of today's Shaolin, if you can practice the "Yijin Sutra" is more powerful than the "Yijin Sutra", what kind of situation will it be?

After learning the preciousness of the "Washing the Marrow Sutra", everyone present looked forward to the reappearance of this Sutra in the world.

Everyone believes that if there is still one person in this world who can restore the "Washing the Pulp Sutra", it must be this young man in the field who is as dazzling as the bright sun!

No one can have such resourcefulness and courage, such a generous stroke, using the whole martial arts as a sand table, just to deduce a peerless martial arts.

Therefore, Shaolin pushed the boat along the river and contributed the mental formula of "Washing the Marrow Sutra" and the "Yijin Sutra", for the sake of rich results, the temporary effort is worth it.

Therefore, Dongfang Bai couldn't wait to kill Lu Heng immediately to avenge the previous tricks, but he still endured it.

Therefore, Han Xun temporarily pressed the revenge of killing his son, He Qinghua and the Ghost Saint and others curbed their greed, and all the martial arts people present were waiting to witness the biggest grand occasion of martial arts in hundreds of years.

The birth of "The Washing of the Marrow Sutra" is already a brilliant trend and unstoppable.

But at this moment, Cao Feng, the governor of Dongchang, was "blocked" in front of the general trend.

He didn't want to stop it, but he knew that when this demonic boy set ill-intentioned eyes on him, his fate was already sealed.

He had indeed dissected Moro's body, and he had indeed gained something.

But even if he told the demon boy in front of him everything he knew, would he be able to live?

No!

Demon Fist Zhou Siwei didn't want his research results at all, he just wanted to kill him!

He had been paying attention to the young man in front of him, and he knew him well, because in his opinion, they were the same kind of people - to achieve the end, to do whatever it takes!

"The Washing of the Marrow Sutra" always has to be deduced, if it weren't for the fact that the Demon Fist has been actively promoting this matter, the heroes would have rushed up and taken him down first.

And once the "Washing the Marrow Sutra" is born, this delicate situation in the field will also be broken in an instant.

Without the hole card of the Heavenly Demon Qin, and losing the use value of deducing the "Washing the Marrow Sutra", waiting for this young demon who teased the leader of the martial arts alliance and coerced Shaolin There is only one end - that is death!

Therefore, if he is this young man, he will definitely try to destroy the enemy's living force before the cards in his hand are played, without causing a strong reaction from the enemy.

instigating the heroes to destroy Shaolin before was the first temptation of this young man.

It's a pity that only Dongfang Bai responded, and the other factions chose to wait and see.

Therefore, the young man resolutely retreated and chose to continue to let the heroes see the hope of the birth of peerless internal strength.

Now, the boy felt that the time had come to strike again.

This time, his goal was aimed at himself.

Among the six major factions, Shaolin is the home field and has the most power, followed by his Dongchang and Blackstone organizations.

As for the rest of the factions, they have their own thoughts, although there are many people, in fact, they are not as big as the threat of Cao Feng and Shaolin.

The most lethal thing is that he, Cao Feng, as the dual leader of the Blackstone Organization and the East Factory, is so powerful that he has already made all the major sects like a fish in their throats!

Shaolin, in particular, hated him because of the acquisition of Moro's body.

The little devil in the field took advantage of the situation, and the heroes pushed the boat down the river, and these stupid people obviously didn't think that without his Dongchang and the Blackstone Organization, it would have any impact on the overall situation.

Cao Feng really couldn't figure out where his life was. He suddenly regretted that his extreme desire for Moroni had caused him to lose his instinctive prudence, and he even took a chance on everything.

As Cao Feng expected, none of the people present were simple and easy. They can naturally guess a few points about Lu Heng's intention of borrowing a knife to kill people, but they are willing to make Lu Heng's knife, because the matter of martial arts should naturally be solved by the martial arts people, and the government rashly intervenes, which is not the blessing of martial arts.

Since the people in the public gate dare to stretch out their hands, then chop off their claws! They only lacked one reason for this matter, and now that Lu Heng had sent the most appropriate reason to them, why not?

The first to make a move was the Ghost Saint.

The pale-faced Innate Sect Master took a step forward abruptly, and his momentum skyrocketed.

"Lord Cao, since you have gained something from the "Washing the Marrow Sutra", why don't you take it out and benefit the martial arts?" The ghost saint yin surveys the tunnel.

Mr. Six Fingers followed closely and sneered, "Lord Cao had better not hide his secrets, otherwise...... Hum! ”

Although Lao Agni and He Qinghua didn't stand up, they also stared at Cao Feng with bad intentions, smiling.

The old flame Dongfang was expressionless, just closed his eyes and rested.

The Shaolin monks became deaf, blind and mute at this moment.

Ghost Saint and Mr. Six Fingers are all on a par with Cao Feng, who is now in great strength. Facing the two innate grandmasters at the same time, Cao Feng's heart had sunk to the bottom.

He looked at Lu Heng not far away, but saw that the corners of this demon boy's mouth were slightly hooked, as if he was sarcastic and proud.

Cao Feng was angry in his heart, he glared at the two people in front of him, and pointed at Lu Heng with his hand and said hatefully: "You think you have eaten him?" Two years ago, his martial arts were still crop styles, but by last year, he had already won the throne under the innate state! ”

"Now that he has become a congenital, he knows that there are more than ten congenital masters in Shaolin Temple, but he still has no fear, is he a fool?"

"If you take him for a fool, then you are a real fool!"

"He is a demon who comes out once in a thousand years, and compared to him, the Heavenly Demon Qin is like a naughty child, vulnerable!"

"But you, are you still willing to be used by him?"

"Stupid!"

In the last two words, Cao Feng almost roared out, like a beast in a desperate situation.

When these words were spoken, the heroes reacted differently.

But in fact, except for Old Agni and Mr. Six Fingers, no one believed Cao Feng's alarmism.

Demon Fist Zhou Siwei is indeed a martial arts genius that is rare to see in a thousand years, they admit it.

But to say that this stinky kid can crush these old guys who have lived all their lives, and even fight against the entire martial arts, who believes it?

Cao Feng obviously didn't expect his words to be able to say that these people who didn't see the coffin and didn't cry turned against him on the spot, so he drew his sword.

He glanced at the two people in front of him with disdain, and said coldly: "If you die at the hands of you stupid people, it will be the biggest insult to me!" Get out of the way! ”

The anger rolled in the ghost saint's eyes, but he forcibly held back, and he sneered and flew back to the same place.

As for Mr. Six Fingers, he had already been provoked and was about to make a move, but the old flame lips squirmed, and he said something to him with the technique of teleportation, and finally he snorted coldly and retreated angrily.

Looking at Lu Heng, who was still unchanged not far away, Cao Feng suddenly exhaled and smiled.

He pointed around with the tip of his sword, as if infinitely emotional: "Now, you have got your wish." ”

Lu Heng smiled faintly: "Just take what you need." ”

"People's hearts, ......" Cao Feng sighed, "My death, Luoyang Cao family, even if it is a failure!" ”

Boom!

The sword was like a dragon's roar, Cao Feng turned into a lonely hong, and sent out the strongest sword in his life!

This sword condenses the internal strength he has accumulated all his life, and integrates it into all his mental beliefs!

This is a sword to survive to death, this is a sword that has no return!