Smelting and Exploding the Heavens

Chapter 97 Siege
After being locked in a dark dungeon for nine years, and suddenly freed, Lu Zhenxuan was at a loss for what to do.

After he lifted the chains, the first thing he did was still run to his son, held his face up, stared at him for a long time, then buried him in his arms, with a suppressed and painful howl from his throat .

Fan Zhuoyuan took a look, ignored the other party, and walked up with the knife in his hand.

Conversation comes from above.

"Old beggar, why don't you go down and have a look?"

"Hmph, who knows what kind of traps Lu will set up in the secret passage, and the secret passage is narrow, which is not conducive to fighting the number one warrior of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty. Why don't you go down and see him in person?"

"Hehe, since everyone is afraid to go down, let's wait here for him to come out!"

Fan Zhuoyuan jumped out of the study room, glanced at everyone, and strode out.

"Who allowed you to go!"

The King of Hercules roared angrily, and he carried a fine steel rod covered with copper at both ends, with a little diamond protruding hidden, weighing a hundred catties, and hit Fan Zhuoyuan on the head!
Fan Zhuoyuan turned around and slashed with the knife, and there was a loud noise, as if it could tear the eardrum.

The two took a few steps back at the same time, looking at each other intently.

King Hercules is also a muscular giant, only a head shorter than Fan Zhuoyuan, and his dimensions are not weak at all.

The upper body is also bare, and despite the exaggerated muscles bulging, it is full of explosive power.

He glanced at the iron rod in his hand, and was greatly surprised that there was a deep knife mark in the center of the knife.

Fan Zhuoyuan's tiger's mouth was also slightly numb, knowing that the opponent's strength was both internal and external, and his strength was not weaker than his own, which had not been released. Not pleasant at all.

The head of the beggar gang, the head of Huashan, the Tan family in Xiangxi, Zen master Jiuye and other masters blocked Fan Zhuoyuan's way.

Looking at the situation, it seems that Zhengdao and Mingjiao are going to join forces to deal with him.

Although their number is smaller than the previous hundreds, they are also more capable.

When there are a lot of miscellaneous fish, Fan Zhuoyuan rushing into the herd can disrupt the situation, making it difficult for these masters to take care of hurting their own people and exert their full strength.

But now they are all first-class masters in the Jianghu, it is really not good to be like just now.

Mingjiao leader Yi Changxiao said: "This man has a body of fine steel, which is rare in the world, and it will be difficult to take down for a while. You may wish to listen to my orders and fight with him. When his strength is exhausted, he will be able to eliminate harm for the people! "

The head of Mount Hua, Yue Zichong said coldly: "We are people of the right way, why should we listen to your orders?"

Yi Changxiao said disdainfully: "Of course, you can beat yours, we can beat ours, but I guarantee that your casualties will only be more severe."

Pointing at Fan Zhuoyuan, "Herculean King, you attack first!"

"Yes! Sect Master!"

With a burst of shouting, the fine iron rod in the hands of the Great Dharma King swiftly smashed towards him.

Fan Zhuoyuan realized that the situation was not good. Although he was calm, he also knew the importance of preserving his strength at this time, so he didn't take the stick hard and stepped aside.

The iron rod hit the ground, the floor was shattered, and it was scattered in all directions, causing damage to the walls and trees.

"The Dharma King of Tranquility!"

Dharma King Qingjing is dressed like a monk, wearing a veiled hat, but his face is invisible.

He attacked from one side with both palms, the palms seemed soft and weak, and they couldn't carry the slightest palm wind, but it made Fan Zhuoyuan's skin and flesh feel a chill, and his body instinctively didn't want to touch the opponent's fleshy palms.

But this is not a big deal, Dharma King Qing Jing wears a pair of copper bells on both wrists, and the copper bells shake and vibrate when he strikes his palm, which is combined with the unique rhythm of Dharma King Qing Jing's breathing.

Fan Zhuoyuan only glanced at his palms and the dangling veil on his head, as if falling into a dream, couldn't help but eyelids clenched, and his mind was empty.

Just at this time, a strong wind was heard, and the fine iron rod of King Dafa was already smashing down the middle!
Fan Zhuoyuan suddenly woke up, and immediately knew that the series of movements of Dharma King Qing Jing had a hidden hypnotic effect, and it was terrifying to attack people's spiritual will!
Immediately erected the saber blade, hard-blocking the mighty Dharma King's stick, and was immediately swept away by the huge force.

This take-off immediately fell into the ranks of righteous heroes.

The head of the beggar gang Qi was not too polite, he drew an arc with his left hand, hugged his right palm in his dantian, and then pushed it out suddenly, it was the most powerful Kanglong Youhui among the eighteen palms of subduing dragons!

Even though it was three zhang away, the strength of this palm is comparable to the fifth palm of Nasumi Palm that Pu Ru used the six-character mantra to force before!

Fan Zhuoyuan had to release [-]% of the limit, turned around and slashed again, relying on the power of the Dragon Slaying Saber to slash on this palm!

There was a bang, the air exploded, the aftermath was scattered, the soil in the flower garden on the courtyard ground was flying, and the small tree was broken!
Fan Zhuoyuan had just landed when Yue Zichong, the head of Huashan Mountain, had a purple look on his face, and the sharp sword in his hand was helpless, stabbing towards his wrist, just to make Fan Zhuoyuan let go of the sword.

At this time, Fan Zhuoyuan connected two huge impacts, no matter how strong the defense was, it was inevitable that his blood would churn, and he needed to take a breather.

Facing Yue Zichong's timely look, he stabbed at his finger with a sword, but barely twisted his wrist, and connected with the knuckles and tigers.

With a sound of ding, Yue Zichong's long sword bent and rebounded, and when he turned back, two sleeve darts flew towards Fan Zhuoyuan's eyes.

At the same time, the Patriarch of the Tan family in Western Hunan, Tan Yinkui, who has always practiced zombie skills, flew out from behind Yue Zichong's quilt, his blue and black hands seemed to be soaked in corpse poison, and directly poked Fan Zhuoyuan's throat.

Yi Changxiao shouted again: "Keep chasing, don't let him have a chance to breathe!"

This time it was Dharma King Guangming who made the attack. He rubbed his hands together, and flames ignited in his palms. The air was filled with burning breath, and he swung from behind.

Paired with the hypnosis of the Dharma King Qing Jing's copper bell, Fan Zhuoyuan had to deal with attacks from multiple directions for a while, so he had to release [-]% of the limit, and his strength and speed increased again.

As soon as the three of them retreated, before Fan Zhuoyuan came after them, the mighty King Hercules pressed them back to the original place with an iron rod.

The crowd launched another round of siege.

Fan Zhuoyuan kept waving the dragon-slaying knife in his hand, and used all his punches and legs, but it was still difficult to break through the encirclement circle composed of ten people.

Yi Changxiao did not leave the arena in person, and always stood on the courtyard wall condescendingly to direct.

His eyesight is precise and vicious, and every command can predict Fan Zhuoyuan's next tactical intentions, so that he is like a bird in a cage, always under siege and unable to fight against one person, becoming very passive.

People in the right way, such as the Four Great Dharma Kings and the leader of the beggar gang, are not Yi Yi's people. If they fight alone, of course they cannot be Fan Zhuoyuan's opponent.

But at this time, some of them, such as King Vigorous Dharma and Lord Qi, are good at aggressive attacks, some are good at controlling the field and influencing minds, such as King Qingjing and Zen Master Jiuye, and some are good at alien attacks, such as King Guangming and Tan Yinkui of the Tan family in Xiangxi. Inflammation and poison are on the rise, destroying the defense, and Yue Zichong, the king of wisdom and the head of Huashan Mountain, is keen in action, good at detecting weaknesses, and always attacks on the vital gate that Fan Zhuoyuan must defend.

Combining all kinds of advantages and conditions, even though Fan Zhuoyuan has a strong body and unparalleled supernatural power, he is in an extremely embarrassing state.

(End of this chapter)