v8 Chapter 12： Forty-eight proud disciples (third)

Wu Yang clasped Princess Iron Fan with her left hand, and pointed her finger at Zhen Yuanzi with her right hand. "When you face and kill yours, do you think I dare!"

Zhenyuanzi has been practicing for thousands of years since he was born. No one has ever dared to talk to him in this way, killing his people in front of him. Sanqing, Four Emperors, the Western Bodhisattva who made him three points in bad manners, such arrogant and arrogant people, he had never seen in his life.

"Master, master, save, save me ..." Qingfeng and Mingyue covered their necks with their hands, and they couldn't stand still.

"Breeze, bright moon." Zhen Yuanzi stepped forward and held one.

"Master ..." Qingfeng and Mingyue finished this last sentence and hung up together.

"Breeze, bright moon ..." Zhen Yuanzi yelled, watching his two apprentices die in his hands.

Wu Yang's left hand released Princess Iron Fan and took out the cosmic cube. The blue "color" energy flashed and wrapped Princess Iron Fan. Driven by the blue "color" energy wrapped around her, Princess Iron Fan flew outside and levitated in the sky.

Zhen Yuanzi let go of the breeze and the bright moon, and stared sharply at Wu Yang. "Thief, when you face me and kill my apprentice, you will make blood and blood for you."

"Then you can try, Niubi old way." Wu Yang said calmly.

Wu Yang and Zhen Yuanzi face each other. Wu Yang's eyes are transformed into three blades of red gold "color", a burst of red gold "color" air circulates in the body, and her hair becomes red gold "color".

"Deformation t human posture two paragraphs." Wu Yang roared loudly, and the red flames of "color" filled the surrounding air.

Zhen Yuanzi was unmoved, and the light of blue "color" appeared from the body, colliding with the expanding flame of red gold "color".

I saw the dazzling red gold "color" and blue "color" shining from the doorway, and the four rays "shot".

Boom, boom ...

The roof of the lobby and the surrounding walls were all blasted. The two colors of "color" spread and impacted around, and the flowers and trees planted around it were impacted into ashes.

The light dissipated, dense smoke covered the surrounding, the dust was scattered by a gust of wind, and a large pit appeared in the middle.

Wu Yang and Zhen Yuan stood at the two ends of Dakeng respectively. Wu Yang's face was a bit pale, and a little blood spilled down the corner of his mouth, which was obviously a loss.

"Okay, very good. The ancestor of Dixian is Niu," Ha ha ha. "Wu Yang laughed at Zhen Yuanzi.

Zhen Yuanzi looked at Wu Yang and was a little surprised. The thief's cultivation was not too shallow, and he was able to compete with him without any major obstacles. Of course, Zhen Yuanzi did not use much power.

"Master, what happened?"

"Master, we are here." A cry came from the air.

I saw dozens of people in Tao robes flying around from Wuzhuangguan, descended from the air, and fell behind Zhenyuan Zi. These are 48 Yuanzi's disciples.

Zhen Yuanzi looked at Wu Yang. "It was him. He killed Qingfeng and Mingyue."

"What ?!" The 48 disciples were startled, and then all looked at Wu Yang in anger. "So brave, dare to kill our disciples in Wuzhuangguan."

"The killer pays his life, and the breeze and the moon cannot die in vain. If this person does not kill, it will be a disaster." Said a disciple.

"Master, our brothers will work together to kill him."

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Zhen Yuanzi nodded. "Let's go together. The thief's strength is not weak. You must not take it lightly."

"Master, why should a thief be so laborious, let me take his head." A Taoist flew up, holding a sword in his hand, and rushed towards Wu Yang.

The other disciples all looked relaxed, one person said: "It should not be a problem to deal with that thief at the level of a fifteenth master."

Other brothers and sisters agreed, "Yes, the fifteenth brother (fifteenth brother) has always been very high, and he will definitely get rid of this thief and enhance my righteousness in Wuzhuang."

Zhen Yuanzi put a hand on his beard, and he was very confident in these proud disciples that he had taught himself.

"The thief looks at the sword." The Taoist stabbed Wu Yang's head from the air.

Wu Yang's head was crooked, but the Taoist was still very good. Then he changed his sword path and split again towards Wu Yang.

Wu Yang twisted quickly, avoiding the Taoist sword, and smiled, "Well, the level is OK."

"The thief speaks less, watch the sword." The Taoist volleyed a sword and struck Wu Yang's head.

Wu Yang's left hand lifted and grasped the sword that was cut down, with a trace of cruel words: "Lao Tzu has appreciated your sword skills, you can go to death."

"Impossible!" The Taoist shouted, and his fierce sword was actually held by a mortal man with his sword.

Click!

The sword held by Wu Yang began to shatter from where he held it, and quickly shattered to the hilt.

The disciples behind Zhenyuan Zi opened their eyes, "How is that possible?"

Wu Yang waved his right hand quickly, a flash of cold light, and a tearing sound came out.

In the unbelievable eyes of Zhen Yuanzi and his disciples, their fifteenth brother (fifteenth brother) broke from the right shoulder to the left waist, broke into two, and fell into the pit.

"Fifteenth Brother (Fifteenth Brother)." A cry came out, "Thief, return my Brother (brother) 's life."

A dozen priests flew up and rushed towards Wu Yang, eager to kill Wu Yang.

Wu Yang shouted, and the light of Chijin's "color" flashed from his eyes. "A group of garbage, I also want to kill Lao Tzu, and go to **** to reunite with your silly" force "brother."

A sharp stream of red gold "color" emerged from the air, brushing the bodies of a dozen priests flying up.

"Be careful." Zhen Yuanzi yelled.

But everything was too late. A dozen priests stiffened in the air, one by one, like tofu that was cut open. They left and turned into two pieces. They fell down and fell into the pit. The blood was stained immediately. The bottom of the pit was red.

"Brother (brother) ..." shouted the Taoists behind Zhenyuan.

"Ah, ah ..." A Taoist evaded in the air, but one of his legs was cut off, and he fell towards the pit in pain.

Wu Yang stretched out his left hand and grinned cruelly, "You are lucky."

A fascination emanated, and the priest with the cut leg was sucked into Wu Yang's left hand. Wu Yang held the priest's neck and said loudly: "Zhen Yuanzi, this is your 48 proud disciples, It's just a bunch of rubbish. "..