The East is infinite, standing between heaven and earth, not falling on the shore of the East China Sea, overlooking the enemies who surround him.

The master is leisurely, a world of world.

Everyone, not in his eyes.

Three of the eighteen masters have been broken.

Fan Mo has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for decades, and has always been proud of his fists, but in front of Dongfang Wuji, his fist was as soft as a puddle of mud, and he punched Dongfang Wuji, and as a result, the whole person was covered by monstrous demonic energy, and he didn't even scream, and he became ashes.

Hong Lai was even more miserable, he had low qualifications, he sat in the last seat at the meeting, he was the weaker one of the eighteen masters, and when he came up, he was caught by Dongfang Wuji's feet, and was torn in half from the middle of his two thighs, and the red blood and internal organs were spilled on the ground.

Zhuge Tieying is okay, but the ten iron claws are blunt, and the bare fingertips are exposed, the skin of the fingertips is rotten, and the flesh is turned out, which is clearly visible.

Dongfang Wuji is simply an invincible existence!

He crossed his hands in front of his chest, and the pitch-black true qi diffused from his palms to the roots of his arms, he was the demon god! The East China Sea rose for him, and tomorrow was covered by him.

"Ancestor, three hundred years ago, you weren't as strong as you are now, hahaha!" Dongfang Jie asked with a laugh, he knew that Dongfang Wuji would not answer him, but all this was enough, with Dongfang Wuji, were you afraid that it would not be a big deal?

Dongfang Wuji's body was covered with blood, all of which were the blood of his opponents, but he was still standing there coldly, but his full fighting spirit had never diminished, making him look more vigorous, not so much like a sculpture.

"Grandpa Zhang, you have to think of a way!" Ouyang Zhuo said to Grandpa Zhang. Just now, he attacked Dongfang Wuji, attacking from the flank, wanting to hit a surprise effect, but he was dragged by Dongfang Wuji by one foot, carried by Dongfang Wuji and rowed around on the ground, and finally threw out.

The dignified northern capital is like a plaything by the opponent, playing between the palms, where is there still half face?

"What can I do? Just kill!" Zhang Gonggong shouted angrily, he has been the director of the West Factory for decades, and he has been dominating the situation for many years, covering the sky with one hand, and today, for the first time, there is a sense of powerlessness. He was also wounded.

"I really believe in your evil!" Haw Par was a violent temper, and he directly accused Zhang Gonggong of inappropriate plans this time.

"It's useless for you to believe anything, can you run away from your Five Tiger Gate!?Can you run away, can your four brothers run away?" Zhang Gonggong asked angrily, he stood up from the ground, "The matter has come to this, we should do our best and leave no room for it, otherwise today next year will be the sacrifice day we are waiting for!"

"Yes, this is our last chance!" Yan Shanhai also stood up, killing decisively, which was his consistent style of doing things.

Songshan Sword went out with a "sigh", Gonggong Zhang followed, Luo Qingkui slapped the ground with his sword, stood up, and swept with his sword.

This time, Dongfang Wuji didn't give his opponent a chance to get close at all, and he blasted his arms towards the ground.

The cracked ground suddenly shattered, piece by piece, piece by piece, spreading out like a spider's web in all directions, and then the pitch-black true qi rushed out from the crack from the bottom up!

None of them can be stopped! Not an opponent of the same level at all.

As soon as he stretched out his palm again, countless pieces of gravel and mud were sucked into his palm, forming a huge ball, which grew bigger and bigger, bigger than the sun in everyone's eyes.

The moment the ball was thrown by Dongfang Wuji.

It was as if the earth was shattered.

His hand is like the hand of the Big Buddha of Shaolin Temple, giving people a feeling that it is so big that there is no boundary, and the power in it is also so big that there is no boundary!

Dongfang Jie despised everyone and said with a sneer, "Hehe, this is the power of the Seven Heavens, can you fight against it?" ”

"Amitabha, good and good, why should the donor be like this, when will the killing end?" The Master of Bitterness and Compassion sat cross-legged on the ground, although he was scarred, he had always maintained a sitting meditation posture.

"Bald donkey, don't talk nonsense, in the near future, the Daxiong Treasure Hall of your Shaolin Temple will be the new place of my Dongfang family!" Dongfang Jie pointed to the Master of Bitter Sorrow and said, before his words fell, Dongfang Wuji went towards the Master of Bitter Sorrow!

Punch it over! The pitch-black demonic energy envelops the Master of Bitter Sorrow!

The Master of Bitter Sorrow has long been exhausted, and Dongfang Wuji is still full of momentum, and no one can block this punch for him!

"Bang!" the Master of Bitter Sorrow's head exploded.

Blood spurted straight from the broken neck.

"Master!" shouted Nan Zhongyi.

"Bitter sorrow!" Ye Wuming shouted.

Others silently closed their eyes, their expressions never so bitter. They are not suffering for the master of suffering, they seem to have a premonition of the fate they are about to face.

Some people even thought to themselves, "Am I going to be next?"

Dongfang Wuji pinched the shoulder of the Master of Bitter Sorrow, held his body high, and showed it to everyone, the murderous aura in his eyes seemed to be overflowing water, flowing through every place present.

Dongfang Wuji's eyes swept in front of everyone, even if it was a glance, it made people's hearts weak.

In the end, it was left on Grandpa Zhang's face.

Gonggong Zhang's face was not as flustered as he imagined, no one knew whether he used his true strength or not, but he was definitely not as strong as Dongfang Wuji.

Dongfang Wuji strode in the direction of Zhang Gong.

At this moment, Zhuge Tieying, who was not seriously injured, actually chose to turn around and run away, he wanted to take advantage of the fact that everyone and Dongfang Wuji were not paying attention, who didn't want to live?

Isn't it better to be alive than dead?

When Dongfang Wuji turned around, Zhuge Tieying, who ranked among the top three in the rivers and lakes in light skills, had already left a long way away, and had already gone up a small hill, only to see him stretch out his hand, and a pitch-black light shot out from his fingertips.

Pierced Zhuge Tieying's chest directly from the back.

Zhuge Tieying planted down from the hillside, and his head slammed into the stone blocking the way.

The small episode did not change Dongfang Wuji's course, and he looked back at Grandpa Zhang.

What happened three hundred years ago had nothing to do with Gonggong Zhang and his Xichang, but the imperial court had something to do with him.

"Hehe, Dongfang Wuji, good guy, ruthless enough!" Father-in-law Zhang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a sneer, "You have completely fallen into the devil, and killing you today is no longer for the interests of our various sects, but for the whole world!"

Dongfang Wuji didn't say a word, only raised his right hand to take Grandpa Zhang's life.

"Kill him! He is a person from the Great Zhou Dynasty! If it wasn't for the imperial court, who could stop you? Ancestor!" Dongfang Jie's ambition is well known to everyone, what he wants is not only the rivers and lakes, but also the imperial court, he wants not a corner of peace, but the entire northern capital!

Everyone's eyes stayed on Gonggong Zhang and Dongfang Wuji, they had forgotten that they were in the midst of the disaster!