The pretty girl Chen Xuanyi also recognized that it was Zhou Zhiruo of Emei Sect.

The handsome young man didn't need to guess that he knew it was Zhang Wuji.

Chen Xuan glanced at Yang Xiao and Wusanren and said to himself: "This is strange. Cheng Kun was killed by me, and these people were not injured. Why were they still fucked by people from the six major sects like this? "

At this time, Xiao Zhao stood beside Chen Xuanyi and introduced to Chen Xuanyi: "Shaoxia Chen, the former Master Miejue of the Emei Sect relied on the advantage of the Yitian Sword to fight with Yang Zuo. The two of them fought both sides and were both in a defeat, and they were equally matched."

"The person who is present on the field is a young man called Zeng Aniu, and the one who is fighting against him is Zhou Zhiruo, a disciple of the Emei Sect."

"This Young Master Zeng is also a young master. His internal strength is really deep. He used to resist Master Mie Jue's Taiyi Palm for Yang Zuo, but there was nothing serious about it."

Chen Xuanyi nodded slightly, glanced at the ugly girl Xiao Zhao, and smiled without saying anything.

Xiao Zhao has a very thoughtful mind, but she is very considerate.

Seeing that Chen Xuanyi didn't say anything, Xiao Zhao asked, "Shaoxia Chen, do you all sleep on the rope when you tomb sect sleep?"

Chen Xuan smiled and said, "Not everyone is like this."

Xiao Zhao glanced at Chen Xuanyi with the corner of his eyes, only to feel that Chen Xuanyi was very mysterious.

At this moment, I could only hear a loud shout from the east.

"Zhiruo! Do you dare to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors?"

"What are you doing while standing there! Come and cook this boy named Zeng!"

Chen Xuan looked up and saw that Master Mie Jue was making a sound. She looked a little pale and looked angry.

It seems that I was indeed suffering from internal injuries when I fought with Yang Xiao before.

If the Yitian Sword is really a sword, it is interesting to say that Master Miejue can even hurt Yang Xiao because of the Yitian Sword.

In the field, Zhou Zhiruo was shouted loudly by Master Mie Jue, her eyes turned red and her heart was tilted. She directly took the Yitian Sword in her hand and stabbed Zhang Wuji's left chest.

Zhang Wuji was as stupid as he was, neither dodging nor dodging, and just stared at Zhou Zhiruo in a daze, allowing Zhou Zhiruo to stab him.

Zhou Zhiruo saw that Zhang Wuji did not hide or dodge, and her eyes became redder.

"you!"

Zhou Zhiruo suddenly drew out the Yitian Sword.

Zhang Wuji looked at Zhou Zhiruo with a affectionate look on his face, then covered his left chest and half knelt on the ground.

At this time, among the Ming Cult members in the west, a bald old man with a tall figure jumped out and came behind Zhang Wuji, holding Zhang Wuji back.

The old man had eyebrows better than snow, his nose was curled, and he looked down at Zhang Wuji and said, "Young Master Zeng, how are you?"

Zhang Wuji looked at the old man in a daze, called out "Grandpa", and then turned his head and dizzy.

The old man with long eyebrows looked confused when he heard this, but he didn't care much about it at the moment. He quickly carried Zhang Wuji aside, then slapped Zhang Wuji's back with his palms to heal Zhang Wuji's injuries.

At this time, Master Mie Jue could only hear aloud, "Demon Cult, do you think this little country boy can help you Demon Cult?"

"Today is the day when your Demon Cult is destroyed!"

Zhou Dian was cursing from the east, and Zhou Dian was only able to curse: "Old thief Miejue, let's gossip, even if you die, I will not die even if you are dead!"

Mie Jue snorted coldly, stood up, and said, "Diet to be stubborn!"

"All the martial arts fellows, we won't fight alone with these demons!"

"Just go side by side!"

"Eliminate these remnants of the Demon Cult in one fell swoop!"

At this time, a tall monk wearing a big red cassock flashed out, and the golden-glowing Zen stick in his hand beat the ground heavily, shouting loudly: "Kill the demons of the Guangming Sect!"

Just then, a chuckle was heard throughout the square.

"The six major sects claim to be famous and upright sects, but they all do things that are just a matter of mercy."

"The people of the Ming Cult are a group of waste, and the six major sects are even more waste among the waste."

"When Yang Dingtian was alive, why didn't you come to attack the Ming Cult?"

"I don't know whom I borrowed now. What's the difference between dancing claws here and dancing clowns."

The sound spread throughout the square, and thousands of people in the square heard this word without saying a word.

The tall monk wearing a big red cassock roared angrily and said, "Who is pretending to be a god!"

Master Mie Jue shouted loudly and said, "Which demon is here to speak loudly!"

"I have a habit of coming out to fight me!"

The next moment, a figure fell from the sky and landed in the center of the square.

Who isn't Chen Xuanyi?

Chen Xuan glanced at Master Miejue and said, "Mijue, the Yitian Sword is really a waste in your hands. Master Guo Xiang of the Emei Sect created the Emei Sect but did not let you fight and kill in the world with the benefits of the Yitian Sword."

After saying that, Chen Xuan raised his hand and grabbed the void, and a stream of air directly shot towards Zhou Zhiruo's hand.

It turned out that in order to let Zhou Zhiruo kill Zhang Wuji happily, Master Mie Jue handed over the Yitian Sword to Zhou Zhiruo for use.

Master Mie Jue saw Chen Xuan raise his hand and his expression changed slightly, and hurriedly shouted: "Zhiruo, be careful!"

But before the words were finished, everyone present was under the attention of the audience.

I saw that the Sword of the Heavenly Sword in Zhou Zhiruo's hand was directly taken away by Chen Xuanyi!

In everyone's eyes, it was like the Heavenly Sword itself jumping out of Zhou Zhiruo's hand and jumping into Chen Xuan's hand.

Zhou Zhiruo looked at Chen Xuanyi in the square, handsome and elegant, and how could she not recognize that she was the one who saved her life in Fengyuan City that day.

Zhou Zhiruo looked at her empty palms, but she didn't expect that Chen Xuanyi could take pictures from a distance!

Chen Xuanyi's "Dragon-catching Hand" can be said to have shocked everyone in the square.

People from the six major sects whispered.

"What kind of martial arts is this? It can actually take pictures from a distance!"

"It's incredible!"

People in the Ming Cult were also greatly amazed.

Zhou Dian couldn't help but say, "This kid's methods are endless, and this martial arts are really amazing!"

"The mouth is poisonous and the martial arts are fierce."

"I, Zhou Dian, have never admired a few people in my life. This kid is definitely one!"

On the other side, Master Mie Jue's face was as gloomy as Moshui. Zhou Zhiruo walked to Master Mie Jue, knelt down and said, "Master, Zhiruo threw away the Yitian Sword, please punish him!"

Master Mie Jue snorted coldly and said, "Get up first and retreat aside!"

Master Mie Jue looked at Chen Xuanyi and shouted in a cold voice: "Little thief, I don't care where you came from, but you will definitely die today!"

Chen Xuan didn't even look at Master Mie Jue at first sight. He looked at the Yitian Sword in his hand and said with admiration: "It's indeed a good sword."

Master Mie Jue's face was so hot. When did she be ignored by others?

It's really too much!

"Little thief, die!"

The next moment, Master Mie Jue jumped up, jumped high, raised his palm and banged towards Chen Xuan's spiritual cover.

Chen Xuanyi still didn't look at Master Mie Jue, raised his palm and fought in the wild!

The powerful palm force hit Master Miejue!

Master Mie Jue was directly bombarded several feet away and fell to the ground!

puff!
Chapter completed!