Chapter 529: The Maverick Witch

The scene was silent, and everyone was speechless. This is a forced pressure, and the second traceless, the leader of the Eastern Regions, in the face of the legendary Seven Stars, has no strength to fight back.

Zhuge Buliang weighed the bricks and went around the big pit, but the second traceless never showed his head again, as if he was scared, and shrank in the hole and didn't dare to come out.

"You ......" Fu Yunxiao and several other Sword God Pavilion cultivators stepped back slightly, their faces extremely embarrassed, especially Fu Yunxiao, just now he also generously said that he wanted to twist Zhuge Buliang's head off, that was because he had strong confidence in the second traceless. But now his confidence has been broken, and he is as strong as the second without a trace, and he can't even compete with him.

"What did you just say you want to grasp?" Zhuge Buliang turned his head and looked at Fu Yunxiao.

The corners of Fu Yunxiao's mouth were fierce, and in the face of Zhuge Buliang's gaze, his body trembled uncontrollably, and said, "You..... What do you want?"

"What do you want?" Zhuge Buliang asked rhetorically: "By the way, I remembered, you just said that you were going to cut off my head, and now I stretch my neck for you to cut off." ”

"I'm ....." Fu Yunxiao blurted out with difficulty and stepped back. Even the second traceless can't do anything about the other party, what can he do? The arrogance just now disappeared in an instant.

Zhuge Buliang sneered and approached step by step, at this time, the murderous aura in the big pit was steaming, and the second traceless rushed up again, and the body turned into a long sword and slashed at Zhuge Buliang: "I want your life!!"

", don't you see what I'm talking about!!"

Zhuge Buliang suddenly roared, the bricks were slapped, and the second traceless was smashed down again.......

The onlookers shook their heads and were speechless, many people covered their eyes and sighed: "Since you know that you are not the opponent of the other party, why do you have to run out to humiliate yourself, and it will be okay to hide in it obediently." ”

Fu Yunxiao's faces became even more embarrassed, and in the face of Zhuge Buliang, who was approaching step by step, Fu Yunxiao gritted his teeth and made a desperate posture.

"Kill!" Fu Yunxiao roared, two passionate sword roars sounded in his body, and two divine swords flashing with azure immortal light flew out. Fu Yunxiao rushed forward almost desperately, with a look of madness on his face.

Zhuge Buliang stretched out a hand, and the palm of his hand bloomed with a glass-like brilliance, and grabbed the stabbing divine sword.

"Sonorous!"

With a crisp crisp sound, the two divine swords all collapsed, Fu Yunxiao screamed, and his two arms turned into blood mist.

"Ahh

Fu Yunxiao roared miserably, staggering back. Even though he had prepared for death before, when he really met death, Fu Yunxiao couldn't help but retreat a little.

But Zhuge Buliang wouldn't give him a chance, and he followed in one step, and the bricks slapped head-on.

"Poof!"

Clean, neat.

The blood mist dispersed, and Fu Yunxiao's body directly turned into a pile of flesh and collapsed on the ground. The original god was instantly shattered under this terrifying blow.

"Senior Brother Fu!" The faces of the remaining Sword God Pavilion disciples turned pale.

"You guys go and accompany him!" Zhuge Buliang showed a cruel sneer on the corner of his mouth, and at this moment he seemed to have incarnated into a hell killing god. The bricks flew out and became a mountain and suppressed it.

"Boom!"

The bricks fell like an ancient mountain, bringing a sound of wind and thunder, and several Sword God Pavilion cultivators completely showed panic, they wanted to turn around and escape, but they found that their ability to move seemed to be restrained, and it was difficult to move.

Zhuge Buliang has invisibly played a "fixation technique" to stabilize a few people.

"Stop!"

With a sudden shout, an old man in purple flew over quickly, and his outfit should also be a cultivator of the Sword God Pavilion. Zhuge Buliang sneered in his heart, sure enough, the reason why these juniors of the Sword God Pavilion dared to come to find trouble for themselves was because of the support of the elder masters.

However, Zhuge Buliang had no intention of stopping, and urged the bricks to fall with all his might.

"Chop!" the purple-clothed old man shouted, and the Divine Sect unsheathed and slashed at the bricks.

A dazzling golden light suddenly bloomed on the bricks, dissolving the sword of the purple-clothed old man and catapulting it out at the same time.

"Boom!"

Under the pressure of the Ancient Great Yue, several cultivators of the Sword God Pavilion turned into blood and mud in an instant.

"You ....." The purple-clothed old man's face turned pale, and his big eyes glared at Zhuge Buliang.

"Hey!" Zhuge Buliang glanced at the purple-clothed old man and sneered.

"You junior, why did you kill innocents indiscriminately!" the old man in purple almost roared.

"Yo, you still ignore you!" Zhuge Buliang sneered: "These grandsons came to kill me, I just did a legitimate defense." They should kill me, and if I kill them, I will kill innocents?"

The purple-clothed old man snorted coldly: "Then you don't put my Sword God Pavilion in your eyes!?"

"No, you're mistaken. Zhuge Buliang said with a smile: "It's not that I don't put the Sword God Pavilion in my eyes, but I don't put some people in my eyes." As he spoke, Zhuge Buliang sneered and glanced at the purple-clothed old man.

"You ......" The purple-clothed old man's face turned red, and he was almost so angry that he vomited blood by Zhuge Buliang's words.

There was also an uproar in the crowd, and Zhuge Buliang's words were clearly going to fight against the Sword God Pavilion. Facing the old figure of the Sword God Pavilion, he slapped mercilessly.

"Long ..... Elder...., kill him!" A low and resentful voice came from behind, and the second traceless flew out of the pit again, with a bloody face and a muddy body, how embarrassed and embarrassed, how could there be a little bit of the demeanor of a great sect descendant.

"Really.... It's really forbidden to hit .....," muttered a stutterer not far away.

"Isn't that right? Are people descendants of the Great Sect? The skin is always a little behind the average person, and the skin is thicker than the average person. He laughed.

Although the two of them were muttering, they could use their spiritual power to urge the sound to reach everyone's ears. The second Traceless was almost so angry that he vomited blood, for many years, and had been so humiliated.

"Elder, kill him for me!" the Second Traceless almost roared.

"Hmph!" Zhuge Buliang snorted, like a muffled thunder, covered it with a slap, slapped the second traceless to the ground, and then stepped on his chest with one foot, and sneered: "You are now trampled under my feet, what right do you have to speak." ”

"Ahh!!h

"Shut up!"

"Smack!"

Zhuge Buliang slapped it, and the sound was crisp. Everyone looked at this scene with stiff faces, and the first descendant of the Great Sect Immortal Sect of the Eastern Regions was trampled on the soles of his feet and slapped him, which was not only humiliating the second Wuxian Sect, but also equivalent to slapping the face of the Sword God Pavilion.

"You junior, you're too much!" The purple-clothed old man roared, the sound shook the four fields, the divine sword pointed at Zhuge Buliang, and the sharp sword light tore through the air.

"Smack!"

Zhuge didn't show the soles of his feet, and the second Wuxian screamed, his sternum collapsed, and a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth, which was also mixed with broken internal organs.

"Slash!"

The purple-clothed old man slashed down with a sword, and the sword was swallowed, flying towards Zhuge Buliang.

"Boom!"

Almost at the same time, a golden swastika flew and collided with the sword. With a loud roar. The sword and the golden swastika were all shattered.

The wordless monk knotted the Buddha seal in his hand, ascended to the sky step by step, and the golden Buddha light hung above his head, turning solemn, like the reincarnation of the Buddha. At the same time, stammering, chattering, and Xiaoyun also came to mid-air, and above their heads, there was a "swastika" suspended in the sky.

This is a characteristic of the practice of Buddhahood.

"If you want to fight, count us as one, and if you're idle anyway, you'll be idle~" chattered.

This time, Zhuge Buliang didn't say anything to stop him, because this old man in purple had a strong aura, and he was obviously a master who couldn't be too void, and he might not be able to defeat him on his own.

The purple-clothed old man frowned, his eyes swept over these people, except for the little Shani cultivator who was a little weaker, the others were all cultivators of the Dao Yun Peering Heaven Realm. Especially the solemn monk who was the leader, his cultivation was even more unpredictable, and he couldn't see the truth clearly.

However, as a master of the realm of the Void, he was not afraid, and took a step forward, and pointed the sword at everyone: "You are looking for death, and the old man will fulfill you!"

"Giggles, it's so lively~~"

Suddenly, out of nowhere, there was a silver bell-like smile, and a girl appeared in mid-air, with a delicate face, delicate body, big eyes with a quirky atmosphere, a long fiery red hair tied up in a ponytail, the tips of the hair hung down to the buttocks, and what was even more peculiar was that on the top of the girl's head, there was a pair of twinkling horns that shimmered faintly crystalline.

The girl smiled, revealing two playful dimples and a pair of small crystal tiger teeth.

It's like a Maverick Witch.

"Hehehe, you are so old, what kind of majesty do you have with a few juniors, but it is really like the consistent style of your Sword God Pavilion~~" The calf witch grinned, playing with a strand of her hair.

"It's ..... The people of Niutou Mountain!"

Everyone was amazed.