Among Zhang Jiuxiao and the others, two of them have reached the initial realm of peerless masters, and in the martial arts of the Middle Earth Kingdom, they are the top existences, and few people can match them.

In addition, the Wudang faction, the Kunlun faction, the Emei faction, the Five Poisons Sect and other super-first-class sects are also innumerable, and their strength after twisting into a single force can sweep the entire martial arts.

It's at this juncture again, so whoever it is, they all rush out with all their might. Even if it is an impregnable wall ahead, it is difficult to stop.

But no matter how they impacted, they just couldn't move forward half a step, which made them extremely anxious and even more crazy.

In front of them, there was no iron wall, no mountains or powerful formations. It is also a group of warriors, and all of them are bald monks, about a hundred people.

It was these 100 people who stopped more than 1,000 of them and couldn't move forward.

The greatest credit, of course, is the monk Konggong. His cultivation is already in the late stage realm of peerless masters, far higher than Zhang Jiuxiao and others. Coupled with its 90 rpm Sunday run, it's incredibly easy to deal with.

The monk of Konggong alone has restrained almost all the strong people above the top masters. The rest of the people, hundreds of monks from the top master realm joined forces, and it was naturally not a problem.

"Bald donkey!"

Fu Xiaolan, the ancestor of the Emei faction, burst into a shout, holding the Buddha dust in his hand, glared angrily at the monk Konggong, and roared: "Bald donkey! What are you doing! Get out of here! You want to die, don't bother me and wait!"

"Get out of here!"

"Get out of here!"

Under Fu Xiaolan's leadership, the people who impacted all shouted loudly, asking the monks to make way, and they didn't want to die here. What's more, he was affected by someone's self-explosion and died.

However, how could the monk retreat half a step. He grinned and said lightly: "Do you want to go over, no problem, as long as you win the Buddha, everything is not a problem." ”

"Bald donkey!" Fu Xiaolan said even louder: "As a fellow Buddha cultivator, if you stop it like this, aren't you afraid of the Buddha's punishment?"

Monk Gong Gong laughed and said: "The Buddha punishes you, if you really want to punish, it will also punish you, an old nun! Collusion with foreign countries, being other people's lackeys, and having a face to bark here, the older you get, the more shameless you become?"

"You ......" Fu Xiaolan was so angry that she trembled, and she didn't care about hiding her face, and scolded: "Stinky bald donkey! Why didn't your father get you to the wall in the first place? Why didn't you die still!"

"Tut-tut!" Monk Konggong shook his head and said, "Look at it, this can be called a Taoist master? I see, it's a crazy old! Moreover, it must be a rag thing that mates with many male dogs!"

"Bald donkey, I'll kill you!" Fu Xiaolan was so angry that she lost her mind, whether it was the opponent of Monk Konggong or not, she had to find Monk Konggong desperately when she raised the dust of the Buddha.

How could the monk not say anything? Picking up the fine steel rod and attacking back, he shouted: "Beat the old, Zhong!"

As soon as the words fell, the fine steel rod bypassed the Buddha dust, slapped it at an unexpected angle, and hit Fu Xiaolan's waist.

Bang!

In the muffled sound, Fu Xiaolan was knocked back and smashed to the ground, raising a lot of dust.

"Poof!"

Fu Xiaolan opened her mouth and spurted blood, curled up her body, and found it difficult to stand up. Her face was pale, her expression was painful, and her injuries were not light.

Airplanes!

Monk Konggong picked up a fine steel stick, pointed at Zhang Jiuxiao and the others, and said in a low voice: "Who else wants to taste the taste of the Buddha's stick?"

Pedal Pedal ......

Zhang Jiuxiao and the others involuntarily took a few steps back, but no one dared to speak.

Among these people who saved first, the strongest was Fu Xiaolan. But if you still can't make a move in the hands of the monk Kong, how can others be the enemy?

Sonor!

Monk Gong Gong slammed the fine steel rod to the ground, shook his head and said: "You have lived for so long, all of them are pig brains! It's been so long, and I haven't heard the sound of self-explosion, so I haven't thought about the reason?"

Under the reminder of the monk Kong, Zhang Jiuxiao and others reacted. Hurriedly turned around and went to see Duan Mu's situation.

However, where could they still see Duan Mu? What entered their eyes was the white clothes that made them tremble.

"This is ......" Zhang Jiuxiao didn't understand what was going on, and looked at Liu Feng with a puzzled face.

Ling Yunzi and the others are also the same as Zhang Jiuxiao, and they don't understand what the situation is.

They didn't see Duan Mu's shadow, and they didn't hear the sound of self-explosion, Liu Feng was still alive, what was going on? Where did Duan Mu go?

In fact, if the Gonggong monks hadn't seen Liu Feng kill Duan Mu, they would have been just as puzzled. After all, even if it is killed, there must be a corpse, even if it is a puddle of flesh and blood.

This can't see anything, what does it mean?

How did they know that after Duan Mu was cut in two and fell, he just rolled behind the ruins of those rings and hid, creating the illusion of disappearing out of thin air.

Seeing the expressions of these people, Liu Feng guessed their thoughts, and said with a sneer: "Duan Mu has turned into ashes, what else do you expect?" Zhang Jiuxiao, do you want to try to blow yourself up?"

"Liu Feng!" Zhang Jiuxiao shouted: "You are also a martial artist in Middle-earth, do you even want to kill all of us? Even if you are a high-level member of the Tianzi Pavilion Palace, you don't have this right!"

"Who said that I used the identity of Tianzi Pavilion?" Liu Feng said coldly: "The martial arts conference is naturally solved in a martial arts way. As a native of Middle-earth, you are willing to fall, betray the country to seek glory, and do not kill you, how can you eliminate harm for the people?"

"Fight with them!" Zhang Jiuxiao knew that today, only by fighting to the death can he survive in the melee. Therefore, I don't want to say much, and call on my own warriors to fight with Liu Feng and them.

Zhang Jiuxiao felt that as long as he avoided Liu Feng and the monk Konggong and focused on the weak, he would definitely be able to find a breakthrough and escape from this place of death.

In the melee of thousands of people, he didn't believe that Liu Feng and Monk Konggong could lock himself.

"Kill!"

Others also thought the same as Zhang Jiuxiao, wanting to take advantage of the chaos to escape and save their lives. Therefore, one by one, they shouted, raised their weapons, and rushed from different directions.

Syllable!

Liu Feng snapped his fingers and said loudly: "Gong Kong, kill hard!"

"Received!" Monk Konggong waited for this sentence, and he didn't kill him for a long time, just to see how Liu Feng was going to deal with these warriors.

Now, when the boss spoke, how could the monk be soft-handed? Pick up the fine steel stick, urge the internal force of the qi sea, and pounce on the crowd of the opponent, and start a killing spree.

The other small sects really want to participate in the war, but they want to keep it safe. Therefore, he can only shout and cheer on the sidelines, hoping to catch all these martial arts scum.

Shout!

Suddenly, a sword aura rushed into the sky, with a dazzling cold light, slashing towards the team led by Zhang Jiuxiao. At the same time, the sound of loud poetry and chanting sounded in everyone's ears.

"Emperor Qin swept Liuhe, looking at He Xiongzai. The flying sword breaks through the clouds, and the princes come to the west to ......"

The cold light was overwhelming, and the sword qi was criss-crossed. Everywhere he passed, the human body turned into a crippled body, and the blood turned into red rain.