There was a muffled "boom", as if a muffled thunder sounded in the distance.

This palm is fast and ruthless, and the power is amazing.

"Dong ......" seemed to ring a copper bell, and the middle-aged face of the surname Park remained unchanged, only taking a step back.

A middle-aged man emerged from the shadows, like a simple peasant, with a bitter face, as if he was living a very difficult life, and there were too many worries and hardships, which made him frown, and looked worried about him.

He is Zhao Jiang, a disciple of Ziyun Mountain.

Zhu Tianhua floated to Zhao Jiang's side and said, "Senior Zhao, be careful of that guy, it's very cunning!"

Zhao Jiang nodded: "The appearance is frivolous and the bones are cunning, I watched it." ”

Xiao Sun Jun's face showed a solemn expression, and he snorted, "You are a disciple of Ziyun Mountain?"

Zhao Jiang nodded: "Yes." ”

"As one of the four major sects in Ziyun Mountain, your disciples actually came to be a palace guard, wouldn't you lose the face of Ziyun Mountain?" Xiao Sun shook his head with a smile: "I'm really ashamed of you Ziyun Mountain, the more I get mixed up, the more I go back!"

"You don't have to worry about it. Zhao Jiang said lightly: "You are a disciple of the Great Separation Iron Sleeve Sect, right?"

"It is worthy of Ziyun Mountain, and I know our Dali very well. Xiao Sun grinned.

Zhao Jiang said: "You are causing trouble for your own sect, do you know?

"Haha, what a big breath!" Xiao Sun laughed, but his eyes flashed.

Zhao Jiang turned his head to look at the middle-aged man surnamed Pu: "You are a disciple of the Admiralty Sect, right?"

"You won't say that I will also cause trouble for Admiralty Gate, right?" said the middle-aged man surnamed Park coldly.

Zhao Jiang nodded: "Yes, Chief Chu can't help the Bright Holy Sect, but it's a piece of cake to clean up the sect of the two of you, a disciple like you, there are only three or two in the Jinzhong Sect, it's easy to kill!"

"Xiao Sun is right, your tone is indeed not small!" said the middle-aged man surnamed Pu coldly.

Zhao Jiang snorted: "If you don't see the coffin and don't cry, you dare to come to the prince of Shendu to assassinate you with this little ability, it's really ridiculous!"

"Then you have to try!" Xiao Sun snorted unconvinced.

After saying that, he waved his long sleeves, and "snorted" with a soft whistle, like a knife slashing.

Zhao Jiang flicked his fingers.

"Poof!" In the muffled sound, the strength of the sleeves turned into a breeze, and everyone's clothes fluttered.

Xiao Sun's heart was awe-inspiring, but there was a sneer on his face, and he pulled out a folding fan from his waist, with white jade as the bone and white silk as the face, and the word Liuyun was written.

He flicked his fan.

Suddenly, there was a soft whistle, and the fan whistled out, like a terrible scream, a little more powerful than before.

"Liuyun Fan!" Zhao Jiang snorted and waved his sleeves violently.

"Pooh!" the two forces intersected, like a pebble thrown into a lake.

A violent wind suddenly appeared, blowing everyone's clothes and hunting.

"What kind of sleeve skills are you?" Xiao Sun frowned.

"Iron wall sleeves!" Zhao Jiang said: "How is it better than your iron sleeves?"

"Sure enough, it is worthy of Ziyun Mountain!" Xiao Sun said coldly: "But in terms of sleeve skills, it is still our Iron Sleeve Sect!"

He gritted his teeth and waved his fan, and a terrible whistling sounded.

Zhao Jiang only responded with an iron wall sleeve, more than a dozen beckons, Xiao Sun's face was gloomy, he took a deep breath, Junlang turned red, and then waved his sleeves violently.

"Woo ......" The wind suddenly rose, as if a torrent was born from his sleeve, poured down, and slammed into Zhao Jiang fiercely.

Zhao Jiang flicked his fingers.

"Bang!" A thunderous explosion sounded, the wind overflowed, and everyone squinted slightly, only to see that there was a hole in the sleeve of the little grandson.

"What kind of martial arts are you?" Xiao Sun gritted his teeth, his eyes like fire.

Zhao Jiang said: "Breaking the finger." ”

Xiao Sun turned his head to look at Senior Park.

Although he has a secret technique, since he can't beat it at this time, he uses the secret technique, and the other party also uses the secret technique, the secret technique of Ziyun Mountain will only be stronger than the Iron Sleeve Sect, and there is no chance of winning.

Senior Pu said lightly: "It is worthy of Ziyun Mountain, with a profound heritage, and countless miraculous skills, but no matter how many martial arts you have, it is better to be proficient in one, let you have three hundred and sixty martial arts, I only take one Golden Bell Gong, and I can restrain all your mastery!"

Zhao Jiang nodded: "The Golden Bell Gate is a force to reduce ten times, but do you really think you can block my Heavenly Thunder Palm?"

"Why not try it?" Park snorted.

Zhao Jiang shook his head and sighed: "Come out!"

Three people suddenly appeared in the shadows, standing in front of Senior Park.

Zhao Jiang said: "How many Heavenly Thunder Palms can you catch?"

Senior Park's face became gloomy.

He has a unique talent, and he has practiced the Golden Bell Gong to the pinnacle, reaching the state of perfection, and can block the powerful Heavenly Thunder Palm.

But the Heavenly Thunder Palm was the top peer of Ziyun Mountain, and he could only block three to four palms.

Ziyun Mountain's Heavenly Thunder Palm is amazingly powerful, and the loss of internal force is also amazing, the other party can only send two or three palms, and he has the upper hand, so he is sure in his heart that he can't beat Chu Li this time, and he will be discouraged.

As long as he can kill these guards in front of him, his status in the Light Holy Sect will be improved by a bit.

The worship of the Bright Holy Sect is also divided into levels, a total of nine grades, he is the sixth grade, and the little grandson is only the eighth grade, if he can kill the guards of the Anwang Mansion, he can at least be promoted to one grade.

The Bright Holy Sect has issued a hunt and kill order, and all the offerings can come to Daji to assassinate Chu Li, and if the assassination is successful, they can go straight to the first product to worship.

It's a pity that things don't go as planned.

After seeing the three people emerge from the shadows, his heart suddenly sank, Yin Illusion Technique, these three guys are also disciples of Ziyun Mountain!

Xiao Sun sneered, and said, "It's too embarrassing for you Ziyun Mountain, it's too embarrassing to send four disciples to be guards for King An's Mansion!"

"Let's think about how to escape. Zhao Jiang snorted: "King An's Mansion is not a place where you can come and leave if you want!"

"Okay, I want to see what you are capable of in Ziyun Mountain!" Xiao Sun snorted coldly.

He was open-minded, knowing that he couldn't escape if he didn't fight hard tonight.

His momentum changed suddenly, and there seemed to be an ancient man with a high crown in front of everyone, with fluttering sleeves and a lofty bearing.

"Bang!" Zhu Tianhua punched out, wanting to interrupt him from performing the secret technique.

"Bang!" Xiao Sun flicked his sleeves slightly, and Zhu Tianhua flew straight upside down, hit the wall, slid down, and sat softly beside Huo Yuhao.

Huo Yuhao turned his head to look at him and smiled bitterly.

Zhao Jiang pointed at Xiao Sun and Senior Pu: "Use the secret technique, I'll entangle this, and the three of you will take him!"

Their figures flashed, and they became as if they were nothing, like a shadow reflected in front of everyone's eyes.

They split into two groups and pounced on one of them, unpredictable and swift.

Zhao Jiang attacked Xiao Sun.

"Bang bang......" Xiao Sun waved his sleeves desperately, trying to escape, but his body was not as fast as Zhao Jiang, and he was always forced back.

Liu Xing and Xiang Feixue also used secret techniques to attack Xiao Sun.

After a while, Xiao Sun suddenly let out a long roar, his clothes bulged up like a balloon, he forcibly suffered a thunderous palm, and ran straight away, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye, without a shadow.

Zhao Jiang didn't chase it, he was slapped with a thunderbolt, and it was difficult to survive, even if he escaped, he wouldn't live long.

He pounced on the middle-aged surnamed Park.

Faintly seeing the golden light flickering on his skin, the middle-aged man surnamed Park had a calm face, and he didn't care about the attacks of the four people in Ziyun Mountain, and his fists struck out from time to time, heavy and fast.

Liu Xing couldn't dodge and took a punch, and he also accompanied Zhu Tianhua and them.

Zhu Tianhua sat under the corner of the wall, watching Zhao Jiang and the four people besiege the middle-aged man surnamed Pu, and then glanced at a small tree in the corner of the courtyard: "It seems that there is no need to cut off the concentric tree!" (To be continued.) )