This Swordsman is Too Steady

Zhuan Zhu's eyes swept across the many Silver Butterfly Sect disciples who had just escaped from the ruins below, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

One of the disciples of the Silver Butterfly Sect wearing a green robe felt that the surrounding space suddenly solidified, and an unimaginable force of gravity rolled over and restrained him.

After that, countless tangled red spiritual powers crisscrossed all directions, turned into a rope, bound him, and with a whistle, it was thrown in front of Zhuan Zhu.

"This is your personal disciple, isn't it?" Zhuan Zhu asked in a cold voice.

"Let go of him!" Great Yunxiao showed sullen expression on his face, "Zhuan Zhu, you provoked me so much, don't think I am really afraid of you!"

"Why, do you dare not do anything with me?" Zhuan Zhu didn't care, but provocatively said.

This moment made the Great Master Yunxiao's face pale, but after all he did not take the initiative to attack the Great Master Zhuan Zhu.

Jian Xiu has always been a group of desperate lunatics. If he really shot at the Zhuan Zhu at this time, the situation would become irresistible.

What's the moment of fighting with a madman? calm! calm!

The Great Venerable Yunxiao calmed himself in his heart, and forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, "Zhuan Zhu, my Silver Butterfly Sect and your Taiyi Sword Sect have always been well watered and not against the river water. What do you think of this sudden attack?"

Staring at the disciple who was unable to move by Zhuan Zhu's hand, Master Yunxiao twitched his cheeks, "You have such a high status, and you do it yourself, just to catch me a disciple who is not in the primordial infant stage. Lost shares?"

"Killing the remnants of the demon clan, how can you say that you have lost your share?" A bone-thinning chill flashed in the voice of Zhuan Zhu.

"What do you mean?" Great Senior Yunxiao's complexion changed suddenly, as if he realized something.

"You see for yourself what your good apprentice is." Zhuan Zhu Zhuan sneered.

An invisible pressure was born out of thin air in the space, and a series of spiritual powers showed their shape, forming a red flame yoke, and tied them toward the disciple of the Silver Butterfly Sect who was captured by him.

The vast and surging inexplicable Reinforcement is directly integrated into its soul.

The monks in the Yuan Ying realm are like ants in front of Zhuan Zhuda, let them play with them, without the slightest resistance.

Under the pressure of this spiritual pressure, the blood vessels on the body of the Silver Butterfly Sect disciple suddenly bulged, making uncontrollable painful screams, and could not help but yelled at the Great Master Yunxiao with difficulty: "Master... .."

In this situation, even if he was afraid of Zhuanzhu in his heart, the Great Master Yunxiao couldn't bear it anymore.

If he is still indifferent if he sits and watches his own disciple, and is tortured and killed like this in front of him, what kind of face does he have?

"Zhuan Zhu, you forced me!" Great Senior Yunxiao shouted angrily.

"Huh-" Great Venerable Yunxiao's body was rolled up by a violent wind, and a layer of cyan spiritual waves shook away, forming a light and agile space.

"Om—"

At this moment, a huge phantom of a giant storm formed behind him, and the wind rose on the ground, moving with the wind, like a thousand horses galloping, the sound of howling wind spread throughout the audience.

This is his cloud domain.

In the next instant, the Great Venerable Yunxiao seemed to merge with the giant storm technique behind him, and the Yunxiao Dao realm radiated and enveloped the audience, instantly breaking through the Dao Zhuan Zhu's suppression.

It was just when the Great Master Yunxiao was preparing to take advantage of the victory to rescue his disciple from Zhuan Zhu, but there was a shocking scene before his eyes.

While his disciple groaned in pain, his body was actually shining with an extremely magical weird light, and densely twisted pictographic magic patterns appeared on his flesh.

In the next moment, in the unbelievable gaze of Great Master Yunxiao, his figure quickly swelled, with four sarcomas bulging on his back.

With a pop, four deformed arms suddenly grew out of the sarcoma.

"Mozu!" Looking at the scene in front of him, Great Master Yunxiao exclaimed.

This is the demon race facing an unstoppable spiritual pressure, at the moment of life and death that hangs by a thread, it triggers the instinctive defense mechanism in the bloodline, and uncontrollably automates the form of a more powerful demon race.

"How is this possible?" Great Senior Yunxiao's expression was stagnant, and he couldn't believe that his apprentice was actually a demon.

Lu Qingshan, who was concealed in the crowd, looked up at Shura, who had transformed into his original form under the hand of Zhuan Zhu, and his heart was extremely happy.

In the corpse puppet chaos three years ago, all the culprits will finally be liquidated on this day.

The Great Zhuan Zhu still looked at the Great Yunxiao with cold eyes, without saying a word, but the light from the corner of his eye was erratic, seeming to be looking for something.

boom!

boom!

boom!

In the Dao City, at this time dozens of corners were raging at the same time, and there were waves of fighting.

However, the fighting sounded quickly and disappeared faster, seeming to end the battle at the same time in a blink of an eye.

Seeing this scene of wolf smoke rising, Zhuan Zhu, who was full of murderous intent, smiled slightly.

He put away his Dao realm, and bowed to Grand Venerable Yunxiao: "I have offended you just now. I will apologize to Grand Venerable Yunxiao first."

The Great Master Yunxiao glanced at the chaos in the city, confused. Facing Zhuan Zhu’s initiative to apologize, he felt unclear in his heart, so he asked Zhuan Zhu: "What the **** is going on?!"

......

"Fools, don't you let them restrain their subordinates during this period of time?! This is only half a day, how come so many people have revealed their identities!"

The monk who was called the Lord of the Palace, staring at the scene that took place on the residence of the Silver Butterfly Palace in a corner of Lundao City, seemed to be in a dilemma.

"If this continues, if so many insiders are captured, even Yin He's identity may be exposed because of it ~www.ltnovel.com~.

Then my underworld's attempt to discuss the Dao of the Seven Regions this time was really a complete failure! "

When the hall master was unpredictable, a black light suddenly appeared on the center of his eyebrows, and a looming insect shadow flickered there.

Then, an extremely surprised expression flashed across the monk's face.

After a long time, he breathed out slowly, "Palace Master Shentu is actually preparing to dock his tail for survival...

But fortunately, with the blood of Palace Lord Shentu, although the loss is not small, his current identity is just...

The most important thing is that Palace Lord, he just happened to be able to make clear his ambitions, so that the human race will not continue to pursue the idea, in case the biggest secret card of our underworld is exposed..."

...

One wave has not settled, another wave has risen, and the turmoil here is not over yet another earth-shattering explosion sounded.

At the core of Lundao City, which is regarded by everyone as a forbidden place, a figure burning with magic flames broke the restriction and flew up.

The skin that was exposed was as white as a baby, and it was the Master Chang Gung!

The wind is surging.

In the sky, Master Chang Gung's body was wrapped in a dark yin.

That Yin Qi was too strong, forming countless terrifying monsters with teeth and claws. Around him, the monsters had ten fingers like hooks, and they looked extremely fierce and attacked the monks in the city viciously.

It's just that Chang Gung's actions did not succeed, because the next moment, the same majestic and terrifying aura rose.

The powerful monks from the Six Great Dao Sect appeared at the same time, already enclosing Chang Gung Sect.

"It should be you in the underground palace!" Taibai Sword Master's voice was full of solemnity, staring at Zhang Geng's master.