Chapter 245: Coercion shocks the enemy

The battle lasted for an hour, and it was not over until the sun and shadow set in the west, and it was not over.Of the more than a dozen demon cultivators led by the Three-Headed Snake Demon, only five were left at this time, and all five of them were seriously injured and lost the ability to resist.

Jin Yi immediately beckoned these five people into the circular array, so as not to be killed by these crazy monks, after all, these demon cultivators are also from the mortal realm, and they are all relatives in their hometown!

"You demons have all lost the chance to survive, and today is the place where you are buried!" The young man in brocade was excited, and his whole body was trembling, and he seemed to see the scene where the master of the Sword Gate personally presented him with an award.

"Surrender quickly, or you will have to go to Huangquan with these demon cultivators!" Although excited, this brocade-clothed boy did not forget the order of the black-faced old man, and wanted to capture alive the eighteen disciples of Sanssouci Palace, including Jin Yi.

"Phew! Sanssouci Palace has always only had ghosts who died in battle, and there has never been a person who survived secretly! If you want us to surrender, you are a fool's dream!" Jin Yiyi looked disdainful and spat fiercely, even if there is no support, there is a dead end in front of him, and these eighteen disciples of Sanssouci Palace will not surrender.

Because these disciples are all orphans, it was Dongfang Long who rescued them from suffering, taught them to cultivate the truth, and taught them the truth of life.

How can you betray such a heavy kindness! Life is a person from Sanssouci Palace, and death is a ghost of Sanssouci Palace, this is the common aspiration of the two hundred disciples of the five lines.

"Then you all die!"

The brocade-robed boy looked angry, his anger surged, and he temporarily forgot the order of the black-faced old man, and the flying sword in his hand slashed through the cold light, attacking Jin Yi's body.

"What a big gut, who gave you the right to kill my disciples of Sanssouci Peak again!" A cold cry came from the air, shaking hundreds of monks' faces and their hearts with great horror.

A golden light giant palm appeared from mid-air, and with a fierce downward grab, it grabbed the attacks of hundreds of monks into the air at once, and with the hard grip of the big hand, those attacks and magic weapons were crumbled into powder.

The fierce black-faced old man's face changed, and his secret path was not good, he shook his sword falsely, and he turned around and was about to run.

The three-headed snake demon heard the voice from the air, knew that the Dongfang Dragon was coming, his face was happy, and when he saw the black-faced old man wanting to escape, he snorted and thought: I bullied the old man enough just now, and now I want to run away, no way!

"Atavistic Magic!"

A large cloud of black smoke poured out of the body of the three-headed snake demon, and a giant snake with three snake heads suddenly burst out, and the three heads shook, and suddenly the fire, wind blade, and ice arrows wrapped the black-faced old man with a single brush.

The black-faced old man secretly complained, he had never seen the three-headed snake demon perform such an attack before, and now he wanted to escape, but he cast such a sharp attack, obviously trying to trap himself and let that terrifying strong man clean himself up!

However, I can't run even if I want to!

With this delay, the space in the sky rippled, and the Dongfang Dragon stepped out in one step, like an ancient god appearing in front of everyone's eyes.

The fighting below had long since stopped, and the men and horses on both sides stood on two sides, but one side was elated, full of joy for the rest of his life. On the other hand, he was depressed, like a mourner.

"Who wants to kill all the disciples of my Sanssouci Peak here, who gave you the right?"

Dongfang Long stepped down from the air step by step, and the coercion of the Mahayana period was unabashedly released, and all the cultivators who intercepted and killed the monks of Sanssouci Palace fell to the ground, and it was very difficult to breathe.

The black-faced old man struggled to support himself, his body fell to his knees, not completely lying down, and his eyes were full of horror. He didn't know that there was such a strong man in the Mahayana period behind these demon cultivators, and seeing that this Mahayana period powerhouse was upright, what these demon cultivators said before should be true.

The black-faced old man felt great remorse in his heart, didn't he have enough to eat! He hated that brocade robe boy even more, if it weren't for the fact that he was a child of his own best friend, he really wanted to slap him to death!

The boy in the brocade robe has a face like earth, and his body is like a sieve of chaff, which is caused by himself. Now that the backing of the people has appeared, it is obviously not the faction that kills the Demon Venerable, it is the righteous side of the cultivation realm, but he led people to kill several other monks, this feud can be great!

I only hope that this invincible powerhouse who appears can open the net and not worry about himself, so that he can pick up a life.

"See the palace master!"

Jin Yi took the injured eighteen fifth-line disciples and knelt on the ground together, kowtowing respectfully to Dongfang Long.

The three-headed snake demon also bowed and was rude, "I've seen the palace master!" His remaining five demon cultivators also knelt on the ground and bowed.

As soon as Dongfang Long waved his hand, he lifted everyone up, looking at these people all with injuries on their bodies, and the number of people was significantly reduced, although they were demon cultivators, they were all disciples of Sanssouci Palace, and they were all elites brought from the mortal world, and if they died, there would be one less, and there was no place to replenish blood at all.

Dongfang Dragon's anger surged, and his eyes were cold and shining, as if he could kill people with his eyes.

"The leader came out to answer!" Dongfang Long's majestic voice, like a 10,000-pound hammer, slammed into the hearts of the monks who fell to the ground.

The monks who besieged Sanssouci Palace this time, the leader was naturally the person from the Sword Gate, who was originally led by the brocade robe, but the black-faced old man had a very high status, and his cultivation was the highest, and in the end, it was naturally the black-robed old man of the Sword Gate who was the leader.

This extremely sad black-faced old man secretly glanced at the brocade robe boy with his eyes, hoping that the brocade robe boy could bear it independently, and with the low strength of the brocade robe's out-of-body period, presumably the monks of the Mahayana period would not embarrass him.

However, the brocade-robed boy had already been frightened, and his body was lying on the ground, his head almost retracted into the crotch of his pants, but where could he see the black-faced old man staring.

"Alas!"

The black-faced old man sighed secretly, raised his head helplessly, and said aggrievedly: "Senior, you are the leader below, this qiē is all a misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding, please don't be angry, senior, forgive our sins!"

Several other monks in the merger period also begged loudly for mercy. Many of them listened to the words of the brocade robe boy and wanted to kill the demon cultivators and give the cultivation world a peaceful world. Only then did he come to besiege and kill the disciples of Sanssouci Palace.

"Misunderstanding a fart!"

The three-headed snake demon came to the spirit, and the few demon cultivators who died were all intermediate forces in the Xuan Snake Valley in the mortal realm, and they were all monks with high cultivation talents. He didn't die on the battlefield of the battle to kill the Demon Venerable, but he died in the hands of these cultivators who did not distinguish between right and wrong, which was really wronged.

"The old man explained to you at the beginning that we went out of the mountain this time to deal with those extraterritorial demons, but you insisted that we were evil demons and launched an attack. The master that the old man brought from the mortal realm did not die in the battle with the Killing Demon Venerable, but died in the hands of you villains who do not distinguish between right and wrong, what a grievance!"

What the three-headed snake demon said was full of tears, touching and heartfelt, and the eighteen disciples of Sanssouci Palace gritted their steel teeth, eager to tear that brocade-robed boy alive.

Because they all knew that it was that brocade-robed boy who insisted on going his own way, and these cultivators fought against them, causing a large number of deaths and injuries to the demon cultivators.

"Who is that, it's you, what about you, you just dig your head into the ground, I know you too!" Jin Yi pointed at the brocade-robed boy who was trembling on the ground, and roared loudly, the black-robed old man shook his head secretly, and a messenger in his hand was gently crushed.

Dongfang Long stretched out his hand, and the black-robed old man and the brocade-robed boy flew over from the ground at once.

Dongfang Long judged from the words of the Three-Headed Snake Demon and Jin Yi that these two people should be the instigators of this matter, so he pulled these two people from the ground mercilessly.

"You guys are so daring!"

Dongfang Long's tepid words almost scared the brocade-robed boy out of his urine, and he hurriedly hid behind the black-faced old man.

"Senior, this qiē is all a misunderstanding, we mistakenly thought that these demon cultivators and the Demon Killer were in the same group, so we made a move. However, since we have made a mistake, we are willing to bear the consequences, and the conditions are free for the seniors!" The black-faced old man lowered his posture and bravely admitted his mistake, hoping that Dongfang Long would be able to open his face.

Dongfang Long secretly praised in his heart, this black-faced old man was indeed not an ordinary person. When these few words came out, Dongfang Long's anger disappeared a lot.

"Yes, yes, the conditions are open casually by the seniors, our sword gate is absolutely unambiguous, as long as the seniors can let us go, the sword gate can agree to any conditions. The brocade robe boy also immediately stated that as long as he could live, he would be willing to give away the sword gate.

What a fool! What a fool! The corners of the black-faced old man's mouth twitched, and he wanted to kick the brocade-robed boy to death.

Since the matter has happened, we must find a way to deal with the aftermath, as long as the sword gate is exposed, any conditions proposed by Dongfang Long can be discussed. Then with the support of Jianmen behind his back, everything was solved.

However, this stupid brocade-robed boy actually didn't admit himself, and actually leaked out the sword gate. With the backing of the sect and the backing of the sect, the conditions for this compensation are different.

Sure enough, a smile appeared at the corner of Dongfang Long's mouth, and the black-faced old man's heart sank, and he felt more and more that this matter could not be good.

And the brocade-robed boy actually smiled when he saw Dongfang Long, thinking that Dongfang Long was very satisfied with his words and could spare his life!

"Very good, you guys have a good idea. However, if we have killed so many of our people, is it enough to compensate us? My disciple of Sanssouci Palace, no one can be casually bullied. No one dares to kill arbitrarily!"

As soon as Dongfang Long Yu Feng turned, a murderous aura poured out, and the temperature of the surrounding space dropped instantly.