Chapter 142: Sect Rebellion - Four Sons War and Creation
"Over the years, how have there been some wild boys who don't understand the rules in the Burning Star Tower!" Baili Yingyang said coldly, his big hand like eagle claws suddenly poked out, and the black brocade robe moved without wind. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info
Two disciples of the Burning Star Building were killed one after another, Ye Xiu's death had already made Xuan Peipei, Ding Kaishan endured a sense of grief and indignation, and the death of the thirteenth senior brother Fang Yutong made the fourth senior brother completely impatient.
"Fart!" Wang Debang, who was covered in blood in the melee, swung out a knife without reservation, like a fierce tiger that pounced on food, falling from the sky and smashing towards Baili Yingyang.
The third senior brother snorted sullenly from a distance of more than a zhang, and his fists suddenly moved forward.
Xu Feng's black sword went around his body, the wind and rain were perfect, and a sense of sadness went straight to heaven and earth, and he was fluctuating in one move, and he had already faintly glimpsed the supreme realm of swordsmanship.
The wind and rain of the sword intent shrouded a radius of dozens of zhang, instantly urging the desolation in the woods to the extreme, which is also in line with the state of mind of the senior brothers at this time, everyone will urge their respective exercises to the extreme, the third senior brother and the fourth senior brother are facing each other head-on, but Wang Debang is directly taking the head.
"Presumptuous! Dare to make a move on the old man! Okay, good! The old man will teach you rampant juniors a lesson today!"
Everyone didn't expect that the first round of fighting against the Immortal Soul Gate had just ended, and nearly 4,000 disciples of the Immortal Soul Sect had died and fled, and the blood stains on the ground like a river had not yet faded away, and the various sects had suffered heavy casualties.
The Burning Star Tower and the Immortal Sword Gate, no matter which side they helped, would not end well afterwards, and many disciples could only watch from the side.
Only one person stood out from the rest, everyone had been fighting for a long time, and their clothes were stained with blood. And this person was dressed in a white robe, neat and clean, as if he had just finished freshening up from the gorgeous bath, changed into an ironed white shirt, and even combed his gray goatee without messing around, his hands were in his sleeves, and he quietly hid in the middle of everyone, looking coldly at an infighting between sects.
Bai Hu just paid attention to Xu Feng alone, according to the meaning of the person in the palace, the Southern Sect can be chaotic, that is, all the people present are dead, that is, the entire Yuelu Mountain has been flattened, as long as Xu Feng does not die and leads to her smoothly and naturally, then he Bai Hu will still have a chance to live. Except for his own survival, the others are really insignificant.
Other sects couldn't stand in line, and Ling Xuge was naturally different. Miaoyu, who took care of Ah Cai's injuries, stared at Fu Qingshan coldly at the moment, Fu Qingshan still had no intention of making a move, and casually glanced at Miaoyu and Jiang Liao, who were standing in a corner, shook his head slightly, and even had an inexplicable sadness on his face, he had a little special appreciation for the dead Fang Yutong.
The four disciples fought with Baili Ying Yang at different angles, and the furious true yuan condensed into a three-dimensional matrix, stuck together as if it was still, stepping on the void, Wang Debang, who was cut down with a knife, actually stopped in the void steadily, and the long knife that flashed golden light could no longer advance a single bit.
The daylight was already approaching dusk, and under the setting sun, a round golden aura shield appeared around Baili Yingyang's body, which opened the eyes of many disciples. The cultivators of the Creation Realm were indeed invulnerable, but those who were careful could see the Baili Eagle Yang with a slight frown, and the claws of the eagle were already trembling slightly.
"Gah!" a shrill eagle cry sounded in everyone's ears. A virtual eagle could be faintly seen flapping its wings from Baili Eagle.
"Boom!" Heaven and earth shook, many disciples of the lower realm stood unsteadily, and the four disciples of the Burning Star Tower were shocked by the wind, retreating more than ten zhang and falling to the ground, each of them was not lightly injured. Wang Debang, who was the lowest in the realm, spurted out a mouthful of blood, with a fierce face, staring at the front.
Baili Yingyang's aura was already a little weak, and his right foot took half a step back, and a storm was set off in his heart: The disciples of the Burning Star Building Martial Arts Sect really deserve their reputation, and the actual combat power is really above the disciples of all the sects!
"Senior brothers, let's come again!" Wang Debang's ferocity was completely stimulated, regardless of the blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, the long knife shook and continued to rush forward!
"Senior brother!" Xu Feng shouted.
"The great cultivator of your creation realm in vain, the goddaughter has no way first, and I blame my thirteenth senior brother for the mistake. Now there is no distinction between right and wrong, and I threaten to teach future generations a lesson, I think the real one who does not distinguish between right and wrong, and does not argue between good and evil, is you old fool!" Xu Feng said.
"Sure enough, you have sharp teeth, but you can tell me how the old man can not distinguish between right and wrong! Rampant man! If you can't tell why, don't blame the old man for taking your life on the spot!"
"Haha, I'm afraid you won't have anything else but your life!" Xu Feng laughed angrily. He glanced down at the blood words that the thirteenth senior brother had written on his clothes before he died, and suddenly looked back coldly, and beheaded the stone leopard with just one sword.
The stone leopard is in a different place, with its eyes wide open on its flipped head. He didn't understand until he died, how he had won the game, how to turn it into a mistake again and again, and in the end, the trump card had already fallen to the west before he could take it out.
"I'm fighting with you!" Baili Bing shouted.
"Fight with me!? Look what this is!" Xu Feng picked up his long sword, and a transparent jade jar hidden in the body of the stone leopard came to his hand.
Inside, a thumb-sized white chrysalis has a soft pupa body, but its head is a hard carapace, its face is extremely ugly, and there are still a few drops of sperm blood under its body. At this moment, he is showing his teeth and claws, just like a hundred miles of ice.
When everyone saw Xu Feng take off the head with a sword, they were shocked and saw this ugly cup insect before they could calm down.
Baili Bing looked at the insects in the jade jar, and suddenly felt like he was frozen, and he was on the spot. An inexplicable nausea churned out of her stomach, as if she suddenly found that the meat she had eaten for many days was human flesh with maggots, and the dishes and chopsticks she had used for many days were the tools used by the dead, and the nausea was accompanied by shock.
"All of you keep your eyes open and take a good look, what is my thirteenth senior brother for!" Xu Feng held the insect cup high, and under the slanting sun, the jade jar actually refracted a brilliant white light.
Xu Feng held the white light in one hand and the black sword in the other, and the tip of the sword was still dripping with the blood of the stone leopard. The woods were quiet in the setting sun, and everyone looked silently at the young man with the black sword in the field.
This is a kind of "desperate cup" commonly used in the insidious Daomen. Once the person who goes to the cup is poisoned, this chrysalis is the life of the person who was poisoned. The heart of the deceived is forever in the body of the one who is in the cup until the worm dies, and the one who is in the cup dies.
The stone leopard knew that he would definitely die, and before he died, his throat was locked by Zhenyuan, and he couldn't defend himself, so he was going to kill the cup worm, so that Baili Bing could be buried with him. It can be described as extremely vicious, fortunately, the thirteenth senior brother found out in time, and cut off the right hand of the stone leopard with a sword at the cost of his life, cutting off his only trace of strength, which can be regarded as saving Baili Bing's life, and the word "worm" on Xu Feng's placket with his blood is even more vivid and dazzling at this moment!
"Hundred miles...... Eagle Yang!" Xu Feng gritted his teeth and said: "I want you to admit your mistakes to the Thirteenth Senior Brother! I want you to make amends to the Burning Star Tower! I want the entire Immortal Sword Gate to bury my Thirteenth Senior Brother!"