super abandoned son-in-law

Chapter 1024 His name is Jiang Qufeng

Chapter 1079 His name is Jiang Qufeng

The voice stabbed Murong Chenhuan's nerves like a nightmare. At this moment, Murong Chenhuan's body and mind were all under a huge shock.

The endless pain made him pass out for a while, but Lu Zhuoyin did not know what method he used to wake Murong Chenhuan up immediately after he fell into a coma, allowing him to continue to suffer from the inhuman pain.

There seems to be a devil's voice roaring in my mind, admit it, you are a product of the pseudo-Furuwu era!

You are not worthy of being a warrior!
Murong Chenhuan's eyes turned blood red.

In the distance, Zhan Dongshan frantically rushed towards Murong Chenhuan, but was struck by long sticks again and again, vomiting blood and falling back.

Yan Chongqing was also suffering heavy blows from the long stick, and suffered serious injuries.

The warriors in the distance watched this scene and were all silent.

They knew the consequences of the Zhanlong Island team today, and what they heard in their ears was Lu Zhuoyin's mockery of this group of their era.

No one dared to stand up.

Lu Zhuoyin laughed wildly, stepped on Murong Chenhuan, "Say it!"

Murong Chenhuan remained silent.

Lu Zhuoda couldn't help but walked over and kicked Murong Chenhuan, "Tsk tsk, wasn't it quite majestic just now?"

After all, Murong Chenhuan is also a warrior of the God Transformation Realm, but at this moment, Lu Zhuo of the Breath Realm brazenly punched and kicked him, and humiliated him with words. This scene, like a loud slap, slapped the faces of all the warriors present. superior.

Many people felt their cheeks burning hot.

hot.

Clenched fists tightly.

Suddenly, a man, a warrior with white hair, rushed out with a sharp knife in his hand, shouting, "This old man has already stepped into the coffin with one foot, and I can't stand such humiliation. , we are by no means a product of the pseudo ancient martial arts era."

The old man rushed towards Lu Zhuoyin with a knife.

Lu Zhuo laughed and raised his foot, the old man vomited blood and flew out.

This scene directly ignited the blood in the hearts of all warriors present.

"Fight them!"

Immediately, some warriors rushed up, each with crazy eyes.

Of course, some warriors took advantage of this moment to turn around and run down the mountain.

"Only a fool will charge forward."

"It's better to go first."

The warriors who rushed forward were all swept to the ground by the long sticks.

Seeing this scene, Zhan Dongshan's body trembled slightly, and his eyes became cloudy and moist.

Even if he loses to the enemy, there is still a bloody Haoerlang in the world of warriors!
Zhan Dongshan is also struggling to fight back.

The disciples of Fudo Mountain Sect have cold faces, burly bodies, and incomparable strength.

"Come on, those who are not afraid of death, come all." Lu Zhuo strode forward, holding a long stick in his hand, opening and closing, one by one warriors were swept to the ground, the white-haired old man who rushed up first At this moment, he regained his strength, spat out a mouthful of blood-stained broken teeth, and swung a sharp knife to rush forward.

He is not afraid of death, he wants to make his own death worthwhile, and wants to set an example for the younger generation, a warrior must have such blood.

Lu Zhuo sneered, shook the stick in his hand, and hit the old man's head directly...

Bang!
In the blink of an eye, the old man swung his knife with all his strength, but he didn't strike down with the thunderous force he imagined.

Many people were dumbfounded.

A black shadow came like lightning, and in a blink of an eye, Lu Zhuoda was blasted out, flying more than ten meters away with a stick, and fell heavily to the ground.

Swish swish!
All eyes looked at this figure.

It is a back view.

He was wearing a black windbreaker, with his hands behind his back and his back to everyone.

Jiang Qufeng can always find an angle where no one can see his face.

Lu Zhuoyin's eyes were like electricity, staring at this figure, looking carefully, there were writings on the clothes of the figure, "Heaven did not give birth to me, and the sea is like a long night."

Among the crowd, someone suddenly shouted.

"It was the mysterious man who came out of Palace No. [-]. He disappeared after the first battle in the sea area. Unexpectedly, he appeared here today."

"It turns out his name is Jiang Qufeng!"

"Can he deal with the powerhouse of Fudo Mountain Sect?"

Under the gaze of many gazes, the disciples of the Fudo Mountain Sect have already waved their long sticks and charged towards the back.

The shadows of the sticks overlapped and waved wildly.

It seemed as if he was going to swallow the black-clothed figure, but in a blink of an eye, the black-clothed figure moved, and there was a yellow folding fan in his hand. With a snap, the yellow folding fan opened, and it was powerful, like a black whirlwind. Many disciples of Fudo Mountain Sect flew out.

As soon as the picture stopped, the man in black turned his back to everyone again.

The folding fan in his hand suddenly turned yellow.

Lu Zhuoyin narrowed his eyes.

"Another divine change from the pseudo-ancient martial arts era." Lu Zhuoyin waved his hand, and immediately two disciples of the divine transformation who besieged Zhandong Mountain swung their long sticks at Jiang Qufeng and killed them. There is no way to deal with this combination of the three divine transformations.

Many eyes looked over.

This is the only variable on the Melaleuca Peak at this moment.

Can the mysterious man in black turn the tide?
It can be seen that when the two Divine Transformation Realm disciples approached, Jiang Qufeng took the lead in attacking, and struck out the folding fan in his hand. With a sudden blow, there was a thunderous force. It can be said that the inheritance of the Seven Fan Mountain is similar to that of the Fudo Mountain Sect. The wonderful thing is, of course, if you look at the situation before 2000 years, Qifan Mountain is not as good as Fudo Mountain Sect, but now, Jiang Qufeng beats the disciples of the same level of Fudo Mountain Sect.

As soon as the folding fan came out, a black shadow suddenly appeared.

Two god-turned warriors came to attack, and the three figures were like sparks colliding with the earth in an instant.

The onlookers were dazzled and tense.

Bang!Bang!
The two God Transformation Realms of the Fudo Mountain Sect were blown away, staggering on their feet, barely steadied their figures, and looked forward with disbelief... Their expressions darkened, and the man who was fighting with them actually appeared again. It can only let them see the back of the head.

The two are angry!

What does that mean?I despise them too much.

The two looked at each other, anger flashed in their eyes, and they rushed forward, holding the long stick in their hands tightly, and swept across.

"Do not move god stick!"

Boom boom boom!
The long stick hit the folding fan, and when everyone was sweating for the folding fan, the long stick actually broke.

Cattle across the mountain!

Jiang Qufeng took advantage of the situation to strike out his palm.

Two figures vomited blood and flew out.

Jiang Qufeng turned around, looked up at the sky, and straightened his waist at the same time. I don't know if the people behind can see the handwriting on the clothes clearly.

Jiang Qufeng wanted to take a few steps back, but he held back. At this time, any movement of the body would affect his composure.

Lu Zhuoyin stared at Jiang Qufeng with sharp eyes, "It turns out that it is the fire seed of Qifan Mountain. When will Qifan Mountain dare to provoke the Mountain Sect?"

Many eyes watched the back of the black windbreaker, waiting for his answer.

This wait, just a few minutes passed...

(End of this chapter)