"Senior Brother Zhong, am I okay?"

The swordsman was very satisfied with the results of Jiuzhen's battle and asked Zhong Chong proudly.

Zhong Chong's face had already calmed down. When he was stopped by the swordsman uncle at that moment, he did not take action in the end. He knew that these eight people must be dead, so at this time, he did not look surprised on his face.

Zhong Chong said: "Your beloved disciple's skills are rare, but practicing the evil attack method of the Eight Destruction Sutras is not the right way. As a master, you should feel ashamed of not exercising your teachings."

The swordsman uncle didn't care. "I think whether it's the wrong magic or the righteous classics, they are all means to defeat the enemy. There is no difference between the two. It's so difficult to die in the hands of the righteous classics. Will the death be even more solemn and sacred?"

"But evil deeds are all tricks after all. You can't stand the table or the sunshine, but it's not OK."

Zhong Chong stood up and said seriously: "Senior Brother, it's too long to wait, so it's time for us to discuss it."

The swordsman asked, “How to talk?”

"I'm going to break into the formation."

As soon as Zhong Chong finished speaking, he shouted loudly, "Set up the formation."

More than a hundred disciples Ling Ran took the order and immediately drew his sword and moved quickly with the changes in the terrain. Soon, a formation was twenty feet long and sixteen feet wide, and a sword formation composed of one hundred and eight Mangshan disciples was arranged.

They arranged the Ten Thousand Years of Divine Turtle Formation, which was more than twenty feet long and sixteen feet wide. Nineteen disciples formed the ** and were looking forward to it. Forty-six disciples formed the turtle body, Kong Wu was hard.

Thirty-six disciples formed limbs and swung flexibly, and seven disciples formed the turtle tail to cut off the inside and outside. Finally, Zhong Chongfei entered the turtle center position in the formation, took charge of the overall situation, and guided the center.

The formation was run, and one hundred and eight disciples swung their swords and luck, and the formation was soon surrounded by colorful energy, like a dreamy scene, and it was so majestic.

Zhong Chong stood in the formation, towering and motionless, and shouted loudly: "Senior brothers, everyone in the world thinks that personal cultivation is important, but they don't know that the formation is powerful. Now the Japanese throne has set up a ten thousand-year-old god and ghost formation, so please ask all senior brothers to join the formation."

"I want my uncle and aunt to take action, and I will pass my level first."

Jiuzhen killed nine disciples of the Mangshan Sect in a row. It was the time when the blood was in full swing. He subconsciously wanted to enter the formation. He only took two steps, but his steps were fixed and he could not take it.

Uncle Calligraphy smiled slightly and said, "Jiuzhen, you really won a game without knowing the height of the world. How could you break through this formation now?"

Then he waved his hand and Jiuzhen flew backwards.

Uncle Calligraphy looked at Uncle One-armed and said, "Come first?"

The fourth uncle, the one-armed one-armed, smiled and said, "You'd better go, I'm a little tired."

The third uncle of Calligraphy sighed and said, "Yes, I have to be tired because of the premature age. It's better if I come."

The fourth uncle, the one-armed one-armed, was unhappy, "How do you nerd say? What does it mean to aging before you grow old? I used to go to ten in one night."

"You know that was back then, but what about now?"

"It's stronger now! But I'll go there for a while if I'm just a turtle turtle formation."

The fourth uncle, the one-armed one-armed, was inspired by the third uncle of calligraphy and walked into the formation.

Zhong Chong's mouth curled up, "Hmph, how dare you look down on my ten thousand-year-old divine turtle formation, today I will want you to die without a place to bury you."

Zhong Chong's thoughts moved, the formation was opened, and the fourth uncle, one-armed, entered from the turtle mouth, stopped at ** and looked at the three Mangshan disciples closest to him, and slowly pulled out the knife in his hand.

There were nineteen disciples at **. Their vitality erupted and gathered together. They were extremely furious. The strong pressure of the energy made the entire ** seem to be suffocating.

"Thousands of swords are launched at once."

Suddenly, with Zhong Chong's formation dispatch, the formation was powerful for the first time, with sword lights emitting everywhere, and countless flying swords flew from the body and limbs to the **, flying past like a glimpse of light in the gap, and the form was not visible at all.

The figure of the fourth uncle with one-armed arm suddenly disappeared. Zhong Chong was stunned and was quickly looking for his figure. He didn't expect that the nineteen disciples in that place would die one by one, blood splattered. In just a moment, the entire formation collapsed and disappeared.

** Being killed! Jiuzhen was extremely surprised to see outside.

Because Jiuzhen practiced the Eight Destruction Sutras, he needed to communicate with other people's souls with his eyes, so his eyesight was more than ten times better than that of ordinary people.

But even with his eyesight, he still didn't see how the fourth one-armed uncle quickly killed the nineteen disciples.

"Uncle Fourth's speed is simply amazing. No wonder he is called Feng Shen Leg. It is more than ten times faster than Feng."

Uncle Calligraphy smiled and said, "Jiuzhen, don't envy him, you will be faster than him in the future."

"Really?"

The fifth aunt looked doting, "Of course, your uncle said that you are the local emperor, you can accommodate all rivers and tolerate everything. In the future, your achievements will not only surpass your fourth uncle, but also your second uncle, third uncle and me, and even surpass your uncle."

The fifth aunt said this and Jiu was really excited and full of expectations for the future.

Looking at the formation again, the figure of the fourth uncle with one-armed arm appeared again. He stood there quietly, his face calmly, and the knife in his hand was still dripping with blood.

Zhong Chong was shocked, his previous proud expression had long disappeared, and instead he looked shocked.

"How is this possible? No one can break the Ten Thousand Years of Divine Turtle Formation of My Mangshan Sword Sect, this is impossible."

It is difficult for Zhong Chong to accept such a reality, but in fact, I am just sad.

The fourth uncle on the one-armed one-armed walks towards Zhong Chong step by step, and a disciple pointed at the fourth uncle on the one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-armed one-arm

However, without waiting for him to make more moves, the figure of the fourth uncle, the figure of the one-armed arm, made a mistake. Three disciples, including him, suddenly appeared in their throats, and their magical powers instantly dissipated and they fell to the ground.

Two more disciples made moves in advance, but then they were kicked away, their chests collapsed, and they were killed early.

The fourth uncle, the one-armed one-armed, wandered around in the garden. Wherever he passed, the formation magical powers were cracked and disappeared. The disciples of Mangshan also fell to the ground one by one, kicked away, and died all over the ground.

Finally arrived in front of Zhong Chong, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Before he could speak, the figure of the one-armed fourth uncle disappeared. Then, except for Zhong Chong, everyone else in the formation died one by one.

From the moment the Ten Thousand Years of Divine Turtle Formation was slaughtered, the power of the entire formation could not be exerted. In front of the fourth uncle with the one-armed one-armed one, these disciples were no different from the native chickens and tiled dogs to be slaughtered.

"You're the only one left."

The fourth uncle, the one-armed one-armed, stopped and looked at Zhong Chong calmly, watched him slowly draw his sword, slowly mobilize his strength, and watched him prepare to launch a final attack on him.

But the fourth uncle, one-armed, just watched and did nothing.
Chapter completed!