Yunxiao stood with two fingers in his right hand, drew a blue light, and pointed towards Jun Mohan's chest.

Jun Mohan saw that the wind was strong in the clouds, and he could bring up the blue light, his face was sudden, and his left palm was drawn out, and several circles of vigor were like whale waves in the angry sea, and he slashed straight over!

"Peng!"

A bang!

Yunxiao snorted in a muffled voice, and was shocked back by Jun Mohan's internal force for seven steps, and Jun Mohan's body also shook slightly, and he took three steps back!

The wind was strong, blowing the clothes of the two Buddhist monks beside him constantly flying.

Yu Qingfan and Jian Ao also suddenly shouted: Brother Yun be careful.

The figures of the two suddenly shot forward, and Yu Qingfan, Jian Ao, and Yunxiao, the three of them glanced at each other.

Raise the palm, hit three fierce palms, the three palms gradually merged into one palm to form a jealous palpitations of inexplicable panic, this palm strength is strong, enough to move mountains and rivers.

Jun Mohan saw that the three sect masters actually joined forces to attack, his eyes flashed, his hands clenched into fists with the internal force of his whole body, and several fist shadows were shot out one after another, and they were connected with bangs, like huge waves emptying, landslides and tsunamis......

"Tong"!" "!

The three sect masters were shocked by Jun Mohan's internal force for seven or eight steps!

Jun Mohan also took three steps back before he stood firm.

The "whirring" tornado of internal forces rolled up the dust all over the ground!

In the dust, I saw that the faces of several major sect masters had changed completely, especially Yu Qingfan's sword arrogance was even more pale, and his eyes were full of horror!

The internal strength of Yu Qingfan, Jian Ao and Yunxiao gradually fused, and the three palms were one, and they couldn't withstand the fist power of Jun Mohan, a young man.

The faces of the three of them were pale, but their eyes were fiercely murderous, and they suddenly drew their swords in their hands!

The Western Heavenly Buddha Sect Nan Wuhui gathered the light of the King Buddha and the Holy Maiden Sect Hua Qingzi, seeing this, immediately drank it, flew forward and said: Jun Shaoxia has won the true inheritance of the Taoist ancestors, and since the poor monk is present, he also has to ask for advice

Jun Mohan knew that he was lying, but he also replied aloud: "Holy monk~ please!"

That being the case, how can I be without my Holy Maiden Sect.

Hua Qingzi looked at Jun Mohan and smiled.

Jun Mohan was silent and looked at the few people in front of him.

Nan Wuhui gathered the light Wang Buddha and Hua Qingzi and held their breath, and the two of them slapped like Jun Mohan respectively.

The two majestic forces converged into a phantom, pressing straight in, Jun Mohan immediately felt a sense of suffocation, and his body shook faintly

Jun Mohan's palms merged and slapped at the phantom that was pressing directly

"Wave"

Suddenly, a violent explosion sounded!

After the explosion, the phantom that the two of them worked together to make was actually slashed from the middle by Jun Mohan, and fell obliquely from the left and right

Nan Wuhui gathered the light Wang Buddha and Hua Qingzi roared in shock, and their figures withdrew eight feet, and Jun Mohan stood in the air.

Suddenly, three cyan long swords suddenly passed towards Jun Mohan, with a strong murderous aura in the swords

Don't look at Yu Qingfan's sword arrogance, although he has been defeated, but these three awe-inspiring long swords that run through the sky, the cold light reflects the sun like thunder and lightning, and the three different sword intents that have been cultivated for decades are instantly used, and the sword qi is a phantom in the air, making it impossible for people to resist, let alone fight back!

Jun Mohan's heart froze, his left hand drew a circle, and after three circles, a purple-gold circle flashed, forming a circular frisbee one after another, Jun Mohan hit the Hongjun Autumn Frost Sword in his right hand, and the circular Frisbee formed by the purple gold continued to bless around the Hongjun Autumn Frost Sword, and gradually turned into Jun Mohan's phantom.

The phantom of the four people is fighting more and more fiercely in the air.

Turning around, a hundred moves passed, the purple-golden light continued to flicker, the three green busyness gradually disappeared, and the phantom in mid-air held the long sword and returned to the real body.

At this time, Jun Mohan's face was full of killing intent, his slightly scarlet eyes made people feel like they had fallen into freezing, his patience had been forced to the edge by himself, these three sect masters were in danger of being sealed by Jun Mohan's sword at any time!

Nan Wuhui gathered the light Wang Buddha and Hua Qingzi took the weapons in their hands.

Master Nan Wuhui Gathering Light King Buddha holds the Vajra Demon Pestle, the power of the Vajra Demon Pestle is incomparable, and Nan Wuhui Gathering Light King Buddha also joined the melee.

Jun Mohan was fighting fiercely with the three of them, and suddenly saw the King Kong Demon Descending Pestle swinging down vigorously, and hurriedly used the Hongjun Autumn Frost Sword to resist.

"Ding!"

The Hongjun Autumn Frost Sword emitted a crisp trill, resisting the Vajra Demon Pestle, and his body retreated back with the rebound force of the Vajra Demon Pestle

"Whew"

A gust of wind struck, and a white light swept across the waist.

Hua Qingzi is holding a silver-white spear, and the woman uses a spear, which is very rare in the rivers and lakes

Three swords, one shot, one pestle

"Ding" "Ding" "Ding" "Ding" "Ding"

The Hongjun Qiushuang sword roared, and the sound of the sword trembled even more, at this time, Jun Mohan felt that between the head and tail of the sword, it was a little difficult to merge.

He suddenly remembered what the master said when he gave the sword: This sword is the fusion of the two sect master swords, and when the internal force penetrates, you must be careful, when the internal force is greater than this sword, there will be a sword explosion.

It seems that the Vajra Demon Suppression Pestle held by Nan Wuhui Gathering Light King Buddha and the silver long robbery held by Hua Qingzi cannot be hard-connected with any power-type weapons.

When Jun Mohan was thinking about countermeasures in his heart, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind.

Jun Mohan raised his left hand and shot out two purple-gold rays, respectively towards the King Kong Demon Pestle and the Silver Long Snatch, Nan Wuhui Gathering Light Wang Buddha and Hua Qingzi raised their weapons to resist Jun Mohan's hidden weapon.

"Ding, Ding"

Hongjun Lianxin Bracelet and Vajra Demon Descending Pestle and Silver Long Snatch sparked, Nan Wuhui Gathering Light King Buddha and Hua Qingzi were about to accept the recruitment, but Hongjun Lianxin Bracelet followed the remaining internal force in the air, and instantly flew back, making Nan Wuhui Gathering Light Wang Buddha and Hua Qingzi extremely frightened, and hurriedly made a series of moves to resist.

Just when Nan Wuhui gathered the light Wang Buddha and Hua Qingzi to resist in embarrassment, Jun Mohan held the Hongjun Qiushuang Sword, imitating the previous attack method of the Flame Tianlin Python, and instantly hit six swords, six swords turned into three points, and hit the three of Yu Qingfan's sword and Yiyunxiao, and the Hongjun Heart Bracelet on his left hand was also instantly punched.

Yu Qingfan's sword is arrogant and Yunxiao picked up the long sword in his hand to resist, the first wave of double sword qi has consumed most of the physical strength of the three of them, and then the Hongjun Heart Bracelet instantly broke the long sword in the hands of the three people, and the corners of the three people's mouths were stained with blood.

The disciples of the three sects who were standing with swords on the side of the wind and thunder platform were all shocked from their nervous gazes!

"Zheng, Zheng, Zheng"

Dozens of disciples of the three sects surrounded Jun Mohan, and then the sect masters of the three sects and Nan Wuhui gathered the light king Buddha and Hua Qingzi, occupying the five elements of the wind and thunder platform and surrounding Jun Mohan in the middle

It's in the midst of this lightning --

A gray figure suddenly appeared in mid-air, and a golden phoenix phantom hovered over Jun Mohan, surrounding Jun Mohan's disciples of the three sects, and instantly fell backwards, and the golden phoenix swept the audience like Mount Tai pressing the top.

The short sword in the hands of Yu Qingfan's sword and the three of them also came out in an instant, and even the Vajra Demon Descending Pestle in the hands of Nan Wuhui Gathering Light King Buddha almost got out of his hand, but the silver spear in Hua Qingzi's hand did not shake too violently.

At this time, the people standing in the center of the Wind Thunder Terrace, except for Jun Mohan, who was besieged, had one more old woman dressed in gray

Jun Mohan looked at the old woman who came to the rescue in puzzlement, but Jun Mohan did not forget to take this opportunity to exercise and breathe, the old woman did not look at Jun Mohan, the old woman looked at everyone for a week, her eyes were a little unkind, and she stood in the field and said: The sect master of the five major sects, bullying such a late-born junior who has just entered the rivers and lakes, is he really not afraid of the shame of the people in the rivers and lakes?

The five people in the field, except for Nan Wuhui Juguang Wang Buddha and Hua Qingzi, Yu Qingfan Jian Ao Yiyunxiao had already suffered serious internal injuries to varying degrees, and the three of them could hear it when they breathed that their internal strength had begun to dry up.

The Western Heaven Buddha Sect, Nan Wuhui gathered the king Buddha with his hands together and asked: Amitabha, the predecessors once said that they would not interfere at this time, why is it in such a form at this time?

The old woman said: Old bald donkey, shut up, the five of you are all at the helm of a sect, if you can't win alone, you will attack together, and if you can't attack together, you will use your sword.

Hua Zong, Hua Qingzi Dao: Senior, Jun Mohan's martial arts are a school of their own, although he once apprenticed to the Balanced Dao Ancestor, but the Balanced Dao Ancestor did not open a sect on the rivers and lakes, but he can be regarded as the successor of the Balanced Dao Ancestor.

The old woman looked at Hua Qingzi and asked: You can't beat him, and then tell him about his mentorship at this time, do you treat him as your peers?

Jian Ao of the One Yuan Sword Sect also said: It seems that the seniors despised our five sects

The old woman looked at Jian Ao and said: Hmph, if it weren't for the old man of Tianmen and the ancient Buddha of Liuli, the previous sect master of your five sects would have taught me a good lesson, I would have taught you a long time ago, you young people, you are still too arrogant, you need to remember, the word chivalry, not to talk about it.

After the old woman finished speaking, she turned her face to look at Jun Mohan, who was silent, and said in a calm and slightly soft tone: This junior is indeed good, he is young, but his kung fu is not weak, his internal strength is also extremely strong, and his image is good, and.

Before the old woman's words were finished, Jun Mohan suddenly opened his mouth and said respectfully: Thank you for the praise of the seniors, and the juniors have something to say.

The old woman nodded and smiled: But it doesn't hurt to say.

Jun Mohan arched his hand and said: The junior wants to ask your old man to take a rest for a while, and wait for the junior to deal with the matter in front of him.

The old woman asked: Housheng, listen to your tone, you still have to fight.

Jun Mohan said: In this battle, if you don't make an explanation, I think more things will happen in the future.

The old woman said: Housheng, are they bullying you, tell grandma, don't listen to them, grandma will call the shots for you.

Jun Mohan said: More seniors care, juniors and the five sects, you better not interfere, don't mess with it again, it's not easy to mess with a decent family.

The old woman smiled and said: You are really young and vigorous, why are you famous and decent, but it is not to bully more and less, you must also know that there is no benefit in fighting hard.

The old woman's words made everyone present blushy and furious.

Jun Mohan said with a smile: The seniors don't have to worry about the juniors, although they are outnumbered, they can't defeat me with an absolute advantage, not to mention, the juniors are not without the power of an enemy.

The old woman laughed slightly and said: Good boy, with your courage alone, you are not under the old way, there is really a teacher and a disciple, but I really can't bear to look at you like this.

Jun Mohan said with a smile: The seniors have praised it, how dare the juniors compare with the master, the juniors think that your old disciples will not flinch from the battle.

The old woman laughed and said: Hahaha, rookie in the rivers and lakes, it's really terrifying, you have to fight, Bibi fists, legs and feet, Bibi internal strength is really angry, don't play any knives, guns, sticks, axes, hooks and forks.

After the old woman's words were finished, Jun Mohan first put the Hongjun Qiushuang Sword back into its scabbard, and the five sect masters led by Jian Aoyi had no choice but to put down the blades in their hands together, concentrate on their skills, and prepare the true strength of their fists, legs and feet to do the end of this battle.

On this wind and thunder platform, a young man fought against the five sect masters and dozens of sect disciples with only one person, and the tense atmosphere made people feel breathless.

The three people led by Jian Aoyi took the lead in striking, one punch, one palm, one leg, and the supreme internal force surged out, rushing towards Jun Mohan.

It was followed by the Buddha's general Prajna sound wave energy and the psychedelic fingers of the flower sect, one with supreme sound wave energy and the other with more than a dozen fingers.

At this moment, Jun Mohan closed his eyes, concentrating on one, his left fist and right palm, and cast the fist and palm techniques in the Tianyan Fu Ling Lu, the Tianmo Rong Sealing Fist and the Cloud Frost Ink Heavenly Palm.

In the wind ring, palm shadows, finger shadows, body styles, fist shadows, leg shadows, vibration and so on.

At a speed that ordinary people can't see, it keeps shuttling, tumbling, and shining.

A fierce battle that was praised by later generations and was extremely rare in the martial arts, even the old woman who did not reveal her identity was dazzled at this time, she sometimes frowned, sometimes laughed, she marveled at the offensive skills of the five sect masters, and also marveled at Jun Mohan's every move.

After a stick of incense passed, the two sides suspended the battle, after the dust was scattered on the ground, several people in the wind ring were already half-kneeling on the ground, hanging their heads to their chests, and some had already sat cross-legged, pranayama, the corners of their mouths were full of blood, on their robes, on the ground, patches of blood, shocked.

Jun Mohan is also sitting cross-legged now, breathing on his internal injuries.

The disciples of each sect rushed to the side of each sect master as soon as possible, and while checking the sect master's injury, they looked at Jun Mohan with resentment on their faces, and then stood up and walked towards Jun Mohan step by step.

At this time, the gray-clothed old woman looked at Jun Mohan, who was closing her eyes and recuperating, her originally cloudy eyes suddenly flashed brightly, occasionally sweeping over the twelve disciples holding swords who were full of murderous intent.

The twelve sect disciples with long swords in their hands were already ten meters away from Mo Han.

Just when the gray-clothed old woman lifted the phoenix crutch in her hand, Jun Mohan, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, the blood at the corners of his mouth, and his scarlet eyes full of murderous intent.

Even when Jun Mohan was slightly seriously injured, in the face of twelve people who went all out, these people were shocked ten meters away by Jun Mohan's fist, all of them were disgraced and spat blood

Jun Mohan suddenly trembled a few times, his arms were propped on the ground, his mouth was open, and a mouthful of bright red blood spit out.