Su Wen was sweeping along the sight of the Six Prison Demon Marquis, only the ground was bright red, mixed with a pair of unwilling eyes, as if he was complaining about something.

His disciple, dead?

Su Wenzheng felt empty for a moment.

But he still had a glimmer of hope, and asked the few remaining living mouths on his knees:

"You may have seen a teenager named Zeng Yu?"

Zeng Yu is his most beloved disciple.

Not only because this man is well-behaved and obedient, but also because he is the grandson of his lover back then.

When he was young, he had a private agreement with a girl for life, and eventually separated from each other because of the Portal.

After a gap of decades, he met her at the entrance ceremony of the Gentleman's Court.

Although she was no longer as beautiful as she was when she was young, her temperament and her eyebrows and eyes were still familiar.

She sent her own grandchildren to participate in the entrance examination.

So he didn't accept apprentices for a long time, and on a whim, he accepted Zeng Yu as an apprentice and stayed by his side to train carefully, which can be regarded as a consolation for the love of the year.

Even she didn't know about it.

After all, how could she have thought that a poor scholar who walked the streets and alleys and wrote pictorials for the big guys would be the true disciple of Junzi Pavilion.

Su Wenzheng seems to be dull, but in fact he is delicate, and he has the unique hypocrisy of a reader.

If Zeng Yu died, he didn't know how to explain to her back then.

I'm afraid it will be very awkward for them to meet.

The other side.

It's finally here.

In the kneeling mouth, a player with the name of 'Big Buffalo' breathed a sigh of relief.

If he doesn't come again, he may die in vain.

The mouthful person who was scolded by the eighteen generations of ancestors just now, and hated to death, that is, the one who broke through the tragic death of the grandson of the Demon Marquis of the Six Prisons, was one of the players left behind.

The purpose of their stay was very simple, that is, to inform the Six Prison Demons and Su Wenzheng of a definite death.

Otherwise, they didn't ask why, and went directly to other places to find someone, how to fight.

There is one more player left with the Great Buffalo, but he was killed by the Six Hell Demon just now.

At this time, seeing Su Wenzheng asking, the big buffalo quickly raised his head and shouted:

"Senior, I know Zeng Yu, if you save me, I'll tell you. ”

He didn't say that Zeng Yu was dead at the first time.

One more talker is enough, and one more will only arouse suspicion.

Well, the plan naturally needs to be perfect.

Sure enough, Su Wenzheng's eyes lit up, and he was about to save the big buffalo.

However, the Six Prison Devils moved faster than him, and the big buffalo dared to talk, and he sneered:

"How daring!"

Then a palm is slapped out.

The big buffalo couldn't dodge, and he didn't act anymore? Before he died, he quickly shouted:

"Senior, he killed Zeng Yu, ah!"

Bang!

The big buffalo exploded and turned into puree.

Su Wenzheng's eyes that had just lit up were immediately filled with blood red, and his tone was indescribably angry:

"You killed my disciple?!"

Seeing that Su Wen was so sad, the Demon Marquis of the Six Prisons felt a lot better, so he smiled and said:

"Yes, I didn't just kill your disciple, I killed many more people. ”

As he spoke, he waved his robe, and his true qi turned into a wave of light and slashed down.

The people who knelt before him were all cut in half, like fish jumping ashore, bouncing twice on the ground.

Su Wenzheng's expression suddenly calmed down.

"You're damned!" Su Wenzheng said. Not only for my apprentices, but also for all the innocent people who died here.

Devil, I am Mr. Su Wenzheng, who sits in the Gentleman's Pavilion, report my name!"

The Demon Marquis of the Six Prisons has obtained the divine weapon by himself, and he has already been attached to the Demon Gate, even the Junzi Pavilion can't help him.

He doesn't shy away from the origin of his name:

"It turned out to be Mr. Gentleman's Pavilion, what a famous name?

Xu Yishan, the elder of the Evil Prison Sect, is known as the Six Prison Demon Marquis by the people of the rivers and lakes!"

"Pro!"

Su Wenzheng shouted, and the sound wave exploded like thunder.

What he cultivates is the unique practice of the Junzi Pavilion - "Haoran Confucian Sutra", and he has a mouthful of Haoran righteousness in his chest, the deeper the skill, the stronger the power of Haoran.

It has the magic of destroying evil and punishing demons, and sealing demons.

By the way, Buddhism also says the same thing.

But Haoran righteousness does have some restraint on the demonic path exercises, and cultivating a breath of Haoran Qi can destroy ghosts and gods.

Being rushed by such a breath of mighty qi, the face of the Six Prison Demon Marquis changed, and he felt as if he was being pricked by a small needle, and the demonic true qi in his body was even more restless.

Behind him, a layer of white flames burned first, and a six-fold floating tower directly appeared.

Since you want to fight, you don't need to hesitate and go all out.

Martial Arts True Form - Sixfold Floating Slaughter!

"Six-Fold Prison Town!"

The Demon Marquis of the Six Prisons held one hand high, and the big palm print fell with a bang.

Su Wenzheng's shirt was windless, and a sea of ink was revealed behind him, like a black picture scroll unfolding.

Then I saw an ink dragon on this picture scroll leap out and roar towards the big palm print.

"Haoran Divine Palm!"

Boom!

The ink dragon surrounded the six-fold floating slaughter, and the ink light and white flames on his body were entangled with each other, and no one let anyone.

The true form of the martial arts of the two was inseparable for a while.

The Six Prison Demons had already deceived themselves, holding the Shocking Shield in their hands, turning the shield into a spear, and stabbing at it.

"Death!"

Su Wenzheng stretched out his hand and pulled back, and a long sword came out of the sheath.

A gentleman's sword is standard.

It doesn't make sense, his swordsmanship can't work.

However, Su Wenzheng never thought that the gentleman's sword tailor-made for him by the swordsmith master was actually directly broken at the tip of the sword under the shot of the Six Prison Demon Marquis.

He couldn't help but retract his sword, and let the Six Hell Demon Marquis gain the upper hand first.

"Good!"

The Six Prison Demon Marquis won a move, and he didn't love fighting, he directly crossed Su Wenzheng and flew away.

"It seems that the Gentleman's Pavilion is nothing more than that. ”

"I don't want to play now. ”

"If you have the ability, come to the Evil Prison Sect to find me, this seat will definitely greet you!!!"

The Six Prison Demon Marquis made a false shot, and he really deceived Su Wenzheng.

Seeing that the Demon Marquis of the Six Prisons was far away, Su Wen's face sank like water, and his depression was held in his heart, and he couldn't vent it.

Rumble!

Su Wenzheng's long hair danced wildly behind him, and his aura rose to the sky, and his voice passed through the clouds:

"Six Hells Demon Marquis, I will come to find you!

Long.

Su Wenzheng restrained his breath, then looked at the corpses all over the ground, and sighed slightly.

Either way, he had to find the body of his disciple.

Death to see the corpse!

And even if he couldn't find a disciple, he couldn't watch these people expose their corpses to the wilderness.

Then he moved them one by one.

As a great martial arts master, he naturally doesn't move it with his hands, but his true qi turns into two big hands, like an excavator, fishing down, and then putting it down.