"Tell Qingxu Niubi and the empty bald donkey to come out and answer!" A tall, square-faced man who looked to be forty or fifty years old walked out, he was the Demon Sect Leader Zao Wou-Ki, and a large group of Demon Sect masters were gathered behind him.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! Sect Master Zhao led the crowd to come today, rejuvenating the teacher and mobilizing the crowd, what is the so-called matter?" the Qingxu Daoist stepped forward and replied.

"Niubi, you don't have to pretend, Lao Tzu is at ease at home, and suddenly I heard that you have gathered a group of rabble and are coming to attack Lao Tzu's lair, what is the reason?"

"This ...... Don't misunderstand, I and other heroes of the rivers and lakes are gathered here today to exchange and learn martial arts, and they do not mean to target your sect. ”

"Hmph," Zao Wou-Ki snorted dissatisfied, "Bullnose Old Dao, do you treat Lao Tzu as a three-year-old child? If you don't dissolve your bullshit demon slaying alliance today, Lao Tzu will let your blood flow like a river!"

"Brother Qingxu Dao, don't talk nonsense with this demon," the monk of the empty sky has a hot temper, "Today, all the heroes are gathered together, it is a good time to eliminate the demon and defend the way, don't miss it!"

"Haha, empty little monk," Zhao Wuji laughed, "You toad yawn, what a big breath! Today I will let you taste the power of Lao Tzu's Shura Fist!"

Seeing Zhao Wuji rushing over, Qingxu and Kongkong glanced at each other cautiously, and the two stepped forward to meet each other together. One of the important reasons why the Demon Sect has been so rampant over the years is that their sect leader, Zao Wou-ki, is the only remaining peerless master in the rivers and lakes on the bright side. Although Qingxu and Kong's martial arts are superb, they are only the top, and in the past, the two of them worked closely together to stop Zao Wou-ki.

Seeing that the bosses were fighting, the younger brothers naturally couldn't lag behind, and nearly 10,000 people on both sides screamed and charged each other, and then fought together.

The melee is actually beneficial to the decent side, in the melee, you have me, I have you, the five armies of the Demon Sect will not be able to exert the power of the group army array, but the five armies will be scattered, forming many small military formations of twenty people, cooperating with each other, covering each other, once a martial arts master falls into the formation, he will be immediately hacked to death with a knife.

However, the decent side also has something to compete with, first of all, the Holy Buddha Sect's five hundred Arhat array, the five hundred masters have the same internal strength, just like one person, cooperate tacitly, advance and retreat freely, any demon cultist who is involved will die in an instant. There is also the Big Dipper Seven Stars Serial Array of Zhenwumen, which is divided into seven teams, each team of seven seven and forty-nine people, and can be divided into seven small teams.

The three people in the center of the battlefield collided with each other and then separated, seemingly equally.

"Hey, Niu Nose, little monk, I haven't seen you for a year, you have grown a lot," a trace of surprise flashed in Zhao Wouji's eyes, "However, it's not enough to deal with Lao Tzu, look at Lao Tzu's Zhantian Shura Fist!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Fight the sky! Battlefield! Battle the common people!"

A sky-high battle spirit soared into the sky, and all the people on the battlefield were affected, at first the action was sluggish, but soon the battle spirit was affected by this battle spirit, and they fought more fiercely.

"It's... What is this?"

Chen Qi was also affected by this fighting spirit, but he soon came to his senses again, and looked at Zhao Wou-Ki in the center of the battlefield, and his eyes almost popped out.

This is obviously not an ordinary momentum, ordinary momentum is just the release of mental power to cause a sense of oppression to others, and the mental power itself is just brain waves, it is impossible to carry personal emotions at all, and it will not affect the consciousness of others.

How did Zao Wou-Ki manage to release the invisible battle intent in his heart through his spiritual power?

"Zhan Tian Shura Fist First Style: Battle the World!"

Zao Wou-Ki flashed in front of Qingxu Lao Dao, and punched out, terrifying fist power, hitting the air, just like the ground, several long invisible cracks appeared in the air, and then the air exploded, like thunder on the ground.

Such a fierce and domineering strength is better than Chen Qi's Dragon Descending Palm, which makes him gasp, and he has a feeling of looking down on the heroes of the world in his heart, but he is also very curious about the "Battle Heaven Shura Fist".

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!" Qing Xuan Yun raised the Zhen Sect's peerless "True Martial Hercules Decision", his body instantly skyrocketed, stretched out his palms, and the palms spewed out the two true qi of yin and yang, turning into a picture of yin and yang Taiji, wrapping Zhao Wouji's fists, and constantly wearing out the fierce and unparalleled fist power.

However, Zao Wou-ki's fist power was too domineering, and it still hit Qingxu's palms, and his body suddenly flew out more than ten zhang away, falling to the ground, his hands trembling, spitting blood, obviously not lightly injured.

Chen Qi was speechless, how did they compete with Zao Wou-Ki before?

Suddenly, a powerful momentum rose to the sky, full of compassion, majesty, and sacredness, like my Buddha!

I saw the empty monk, sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes slightly closed, pointing to the sky with one hand and the ground with the other, "Heaven and earth, I am the only one!"

"The third form of the Divine Palm - Buddha moves mountains and rivers!"

He stretched out his right palm and slapped it slightly, and an invisible palm print flew out, instantly turning into a pale golden giant palm three feet high, and slapped it fiercely on Zhao Wouji, who couldn't dodge, he was instantly knocked away, and a mouthful of blood spit out in midair.

"Old bald donkey, you yin me!" Zhao Wuji fell to the ground in embarrassment, asked angrily, and then asked in a very shocked manner, "You actually practiced the Rulai Divine Palm, which no one has practiced for hundreds of years, when did you comprehend the martial intent, and when did you break through?"

"Amitabha, the old man is just a rough one, he just broke through a few days ago, and he specially left it for you as a surprise," the empty monk replied calmly.

"Haha, good, good," Zao Wou-Ki laughed angrily, but instead of rushing forward and desperately, he turned around and fled.

"Rulai Divine Palm" as the Holy Buddha Sect's Zhen Sect mastery, the power is naturally terrifying, how can it be so easy to take it, Zhao Wouji was caught off guard and ate ten percent of the palm power, if it weren't for the profound skill, he would have been killed on the spot, but even so, he also suffered extremely serious internal injuries, and the question just now was just to delay time and suppress the injuries in his body.

At this time, the Qingxu Daoist who was sitting cross-legged on the ground to heal his wounds suddenly got up, bowed in the direction of the Zhenwu Palace, and prayed in his mouth: "Today's disciple destroys the demon and guards the Dao, and I beg the Zhenwu Demon Emperor to bless him!"

As soon as the Qingxu Daoist turned around, his momentum changed suddenly, as if the True Martial Demon Emperor had descended, and the sacred, solemn, and majestic momentum spread, and the figure of Zhao Wouji, who had fled in the distance, was stunned.

At this time, the Qingxu Daoist pulled out the true martial sword on his waist, and with a slight wave, a pale white demon-swinging sword qi, like lightning, came to Zhao Wuji's back in the blink of an eye, feeling the terrifying threat behind him, he was also ruthless, gritted his teeth, turned sideways slightly, and stretched out his arm to block.

"Ahh

With a miserable scream, Zao Wouji's right arm was broken at the shoulder, and simply, the sword qi passed by, cutting a large stone that several people hugged together into two halves.

Zhao Wuji hurriedly clicked on several acupoints on his right shoulder to stop the gushing blood, and he didn't dare to turn his head back, and continued to run away, but if he lost his right arm, even if he recovered, his martial arts would be greatly reduced.

"Groan!"

A Nine Heavens Dragon Groan suddenly sounded on the battlefield!

Zao Wou-Ki saw a figure suddenly rise from the ground and kick him to the heart, the furious force of his foot kicked the air out, he barely raised his left arm to block, but it was in vain, the kick shattered his left arm, right in the chest.

Zao Wou-ki's body fell rapidly from mid-air, hitting a boulder, the force of the body shattered the stone, he lay on the ground, opened his mouth to say something, tilted his head, and lost his breath.

This figure is naturally Chen Qi, and he uses the third form of the dragon descending palm: the dragon swinging tail.

The principle of this move is similar to the first type of "Canglong going to sea", but because the feet are stronger than the arms, they can burst out with more violent force, about one or two layers are added, which seems to be very little, but with more than ten tons of strength, adding one or two layers is already very terrifying, and it is Chen Qi's most violent explosive move at present.

All this is a long time to say, but it only happened in a short tea kung fu, which was originally famous in the rivers and lakes, and overwhelmed the various major sects, and was known as the first peerless master of the demon sect, Zhao Wouji, was killed on the spot under the joint efforts of the three of them.