Jiumozhi frowned slightly, stepped forward, and grabbed Wang Yuyan very fast. Duan Yu's expression turned anxious, and he gathered his fingers together, about to use the Six Meridians Divine Sword. "Six Meridians Divine Sword, let's try the young monk's Shaoze Sword first!" Jiumozhi laughed ferociously, stretched out his little finger, pointed the sword with a bright light, and pierced Duan Yu's chest, causing blood to bloom. The Six Meridians Divine Sword is truly amazing. It is a true transmission-level technique that focuses on attacking, which is rare in the world. Duan Yu looked at the blood hole in his chest and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He couldn't believe that Jiumozhi had actually mastered the Six Meridians Divine Sword. He is truly a martial arts prodigy, and he can accomplish something by practicing the Shaoze Sword backwards. Someone stepped forward from a distance, it was Murong Fu, Feng Bo evil, including three different people. "Cousin." Wang Yuyan said quickly. "Jiu Mozhi, you secretly learned the martial arts from my Huan Shi Shui Pavilion and kidnapped Yu Yan three times and four times. Today, you and I are at odds with each other!" Murong Fu was holding his breath in his heart. He had just learned the reason for everything in Yanmen Pass. Xuan Bei was killed by his father Murong Bo and he deliberately framed the blame on him.
Without such a biological father, he had worked hard for more than ten years to gain the reputation of Nan Murong, but everything was gone in one fell swoop. Qiao Feng was even worse. His adoptive father, adoptive mother, and mentor were all killed by Xiao Yuanshan, and the blame was placed on him. The leader of the Beggar Clan is gone, and he has become a public enemy in the martial arts world. These are two fathers who cheated on their sons. "I will kill you today!" Murong Fu took action with hatred, using what he had learned throughout his life, his sword was shining brightly, pointing directly at Jiumozhi. At this moment, Jiumozhi first took the thousand-year stone stalactite and obtained the Shaoze Sword. His confidence was greatly increased and he was not afraid at all. His hand was like an afterimage, and the flaming knife was burning. In just three moves, Feng Bo Evil and everyone else were seriously injured. Murong Fu came to kill with his white sword, Jiumozhi held the flowers with his fingers, and the fiery red Qi condensed in his hands. With the surging Qi, he stopped the long sword in front, making a slight clang and trembling sound. The two were wrestling in mid-air, and for a moment Murong Fu was unable to advance or retreat. Jiumozhi gradually approached, his palms gradually clasped together, and he grabbed the white sword tightly. It suddenly shattered in the sky, flew up with one foot, and kicked Murong Fu away. "You have a defeated general, what qualifications do you have to fight for me? Your so-called Bei Qiao Feng and Nan Murong are all just people with false reputations!" Jiumozhi looked around everyone and said with a long smile. "Beiqiao Feng avoids fighting, and Nan Murong is even more vain!" "It seems that in this world, I am the only one who is green in the west and evergreen in the east!" "Murong Fu, this is the true way of giving back to others!" Jiumozhi said calmly. "Shameless!" Murong Fu said coldly with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth. A figure leapt forward from afar, with a majestic figure, sword eyebrows flying into the temples, and slapping it with one palm, the terrifying air wave shocked everyone around him. Jiumozhi's expression suddenly changed, he raised his palms to catch the attack, took three steps back, and looked at the stalwart man in shock. "Could your Excellency be Beiqiao Feng?" Jiumozhi asked in horror. "Jiumozhi, you are making waves in the Central Plains and causing countless disputes. Qiao also wants to meet you."
"Then let's see how much you weigh, Your Excellency!" Jiumozhi stepped forward, condensing the flame energy, and the sword light swept through the air. Qiao Feng rose into the air, and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms swept through the air. The two palms intertwined, and the surrounding Tiangang energy surged, shaking a hundred meters in radius. Qiao Feng took three steps back and stood calmly. However, Jiumozhi stepped back dozens of steps and looked at Qiao Feng in shock. He felt a surge of blood in his heart, but he stopped him. "The Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms are indeed a unique skill in martial arts. It is a great pleasure for me, young monk, to be able to see the glory of Beiqiao Peak today." Jiumozhi took a deep breath, clasped his hands together, and said respectfully. As he spoke, he walked slowly outside the door of Juxian Manor. "Your Excellency is as famous as the young monk Xijiumo. It is indeed natural. This Murong Fu disciple only has a false reputation. Is he worthy of being compared with Your Excellency?" "Master, Mr. Murong has great ambitions, which are far beyond Qiao Feng's reach." Qiao Feng said with a slight cup of his hands. "Okay, your Excellency is not only powerful, but also broad-minded. Xi Jiumo, Dong Changqing, Bei Qiao Feng, and Nan Murong Lang have such false reputations that they are really not enough to compare with the three of me!" Jiumozhi turned his back to everyone, put his fingers on his chest to stop the blood from churning, and took a deep breath. "There are not many people in the world who can tie with the poor monk. I hope I will have the opportunity to compete with you again in the future!" He fluttered his sleeves and left, spurting out a mouthful of blood. He covered the wall with an extremely ugly face. When he turned around and saw no one chasing him, he ran away as fast as he could. In Juxian Village, "We haven't seen you for many days. My eldest brother is still as charming as ever. Jiumozhi is extremely powerful, but he was easily suppressed." Duan Yu said quickly. "Brother-in-law? Why did his body become like this?" Qiao Feng stared at Duan Yu for a moment, and then he recognized the big fat man in front of him as Duan Yu and said in surprise. "This...it's a long story..." Duan Yu said bitterly. He would rather give up martial arts than become like this. He doesn't know how long it will take to smelt those Nine Yang True Qi. ............................ On the other side, Jiumozhi ran for more than ten miles and stopped at a low mountain with dense trees. After finding a ruined cave, Jiumozhi closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing, slowly healing his wounds. "It's a pity that we lost Zhang Wuji this time. I'm afraid it will be difficult to get the Dragon Slaying Sword." "Qiao Feng's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are indeed terrifying. This person's cultivation level is rare in the world. His fighting spirit is only on par with Su Changqing's. It's a pity that I, Jiumozhi, should not die!" After he recovered from his injuries, he went to Shaolin Temple. His junior brother Tian Mo Ni was imprisoned in the Damo Courtyard of Shaolin Temple. Jiu Mo Zhi sighed softly and opened his eyes, only to see a man in white sitting in front of him. He was startled and stunned for a long time before he came to his senses. "Evergreen Marquis? How come I can meet you here..." Jiu Mo Zhi said bitterly. Even if he was healing, few people in the world could get close to him, but the man in front of him could do it easily.
"It's been a long time since we last met, Jiu Mo Zhi." Su Chang Qing's eyes narrowed slightly and he said calmly. ........................ Warm Tips: If you find that clicking the next page will force you to jump to other websites, please use the "Chapter Error" or "Contact Us" at the bottom to let us know. We will handle it as soon as possible. Thank you for your understanding!