Chapter 709

Although the level of the disciples of Qingfeng sect is generally a little lower, the victory lies in the large number of people. After all, these people come from other places in Nanchuan.

So it didn't bring many people.

Soon the disciples of Yangzonghai were besieged and beaten. The last time chiyanzong ate flat on his hands, he found it on the disciples of Yangzonghai this time.

Yangxuan saw that his disciples were besieged one by one. Some were as good as, "a group of aborigines in the mountains trying to crush us with numbers?"

Yang Xuan acted with great vigour and speed. He raised his hand and slapped the crowd. Many Qingfeng sect disciples were suppressed. They vomited blood on the spot and nearly fainted.

The disciple of Qingfeng sect was frightened. "Be careful, everyone. This person is at least the realm of Emperor Wu."

Yang Xuan smiled cruelly, "you are not my opponent. If you don't want to die, let situ Mo come out."

"It's just a peak of Emperor Wu. I also want to see the leader of Qingfeng sect. I don't think much of myself." Although the disciple of Qingfeng sect was injured, he was still very tough.

"Hum, how dare you underestimate me?" Yang Xuan's big hand suddenly explored towards the crowd, and the long arm condensed by real Qi directly lifted the man up.

"It's easy for me to kill you. Can you imagine the Tianwei of Emperor Wu?"

The pupil of Yang Xuan was shining brightly and murderous, which made the disciple fall into an ice cellar. It was terrible.

I don't know how many people I want to kill, so I have such murderous spirit in my eyes.

"What's the use of your disobedience, but you are all local chickens and dogs. I have practiced for more than 150 years. In terms of the whole Nanchuan, I can only match my hands."

The disciple of Qingfeng sect felt humiliated, but was unable to refute. Under his absolute strength, everything was vain. The disciple struggled, but he couldn't get rid of it.

"Are you still unconvinced by your look?" Yang Xuan did not expect that there were such a group of bloody disciples who were not afraid of death in such a remote place.

"Well, if you are not convinced, I will kill you." Yang Xuan is going to use these disciples to force situ Mo out.

Situ Mo didn't come out, so he kept killing until he killed all these disciples.

Yang Xuan's big hand squeezed fiercely. The disciples of Qingfeng sect in his hand immediately screamed and blood dripped. The whole person was trembling, his voice was very sad, and the people present were trembling.

At this time, in the green front gate, a mountain hundreds of feet tall was directly cut off by the waist, which immediately covered the sky and the sun, and rushed directly to the yangxuan.

Yangxuan only felt an incomparably majestic breath rolling towards him.

Then I saw a mountain hundreds of feet high crashing into me.

Yang Xuan also has a lying trough to say in his heart.

Too late to respond, Yang Xuan quickly retreated, but although the speed of this mountain was slow, it was better than the big, which made it difficult for him to fly out of the impact range for a time.

With a roar, like a shell, yangxuan was hit and flew out. The whole person was full of flesh and blood, and the blood gushed out directly.

Yang Xuan panicked, and the whole person was depressed.

But I was shocked.

This mountain weighs millions of kilograms and cannot be lifted by manpower, which is obviously beyond the control of Emperor Wu.

There is a martial saint in the green front gate.

Yangxuan knew that he was afraid to kick the iron plate today.

Yang Xuan quickly knelt down and said, "I don't know which martial Saint came. I'm the leader of Yangzonghai. I'm just here to settle the crime of Qingfeng gate insulting our mountain gate. I hope the martial Saint won't blame me."

Yang Xuan has lived for 150 years. Naturally, he is also a person who knows current affairs.

There is a martial saint in the dark. He is not stupid enough to shake a martial saint with the peak strength of Emperor Wu.

At the same time, situ Mo walked out of the door.

The disciples of Qingfeng sect are on both sides, and their eyes are full of fanaticism and worship.

Yangxuan heard that everything was quiet and looked up. He found that he was a young man and didn't see any expert here.

It is impossible for him to believe that the young man in front of him is a martial saint. After all, there has never been such a young martial saint in tianwu world.

"Looking at the boy, he is young and full of the breath of Emperor Wu. He walks steadily every step, as described by Mo Zhongcheng."

"This person should be situ Mo, the leader of Qingfeng sect."

On the other hand, he also wondered, "why didn't the martial Saint come out just now."

But it's fair to think about it. "After all, it's a martial saint. I have my own style of behavior. I'm just Emperor Wu. I'm afraid I won't come into his eyes."

"Are you situ Mo?" Yangxuan still plans to make sure.

Situ Mo glanced at Yang Xuan, who he had never seen before.

"Exactly."

"I made trouble at the green front gate and hurt my disciples. What do you want to do?"

I heard that it was situ Mo, who had a temper. He was also the peak of Emperor Wu. I'm afraid what you do.

"What do you want to do? You are just a boy who has just reached the peak of Emperor Wu. You dare to shout and make all the sects in Nanchuan surrender. Who gives you the courage?"

"If you want to incorporate our sects, I, Yang Xuan, will be the first to refuse."

"Yang Xuan? Yangzong Haimen master? " Situ Mo smiled contemptuously, "I came to the door so soon."

As early as three days ago, he had investigated the sects in Nanchuan. Yangzonghai is one of the ten major sects in Nanchuan.

Nanchuan has a vast area with hundreds of religious sects. Among these hundreds of religious sects, there are ten first-class sects. Although its actual strength is not comparable to the top seven religious sects, it is not very different.

Among them, there are many experts, and there are many peaks of Emperor Wu. This yangxuan is a peak expert of Emperor Wu.

This is the master who reached the peak of Emperor Wu 50 years ago. Now, 50 years later, Yangzonghai's strength is even stronger than in the past.

However, what about the peak of Emperor Wu? Situ Mo didn't even pay attention to the martial saint.

"Do you know me?" Yang Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly. "Since you know my taboo, you should arrest me and let me beat you up and suppress you for 180 years."

"I'm here. If you want to suppress me, just come." Situ Mo let go of his hand and looked like you.

"Hum, boy, you are too arrogant."

Yang Xuan's hand played out the seal formula one after another, and a dragon shaped Qi appeared around him. The dragon shaped Qi was as high as tens of feet. At a glance, it seemed to break through the sky at any time.

Yang Xuan wanted to kill situ Mo Zhen here directly.

Sooner or later, the dragon shaped Qi in the sky roared and swooped down. A strong wind blew in the green front door, and the wind swept the residual clouds for a time.

Many disciples could not stand and were blown away.

On the contrary, situ Mo's clothes are flying and standing in the wind.

"Boy, this is my famous stunt. The Dragon sings in the sky. Even if the peak of Emperor Wu is hit, he will die. Let's go."