Zongwu: Your wife and I are really in love with each other.

"Okay, based on this guarantee, I promise you."

Wu Gong put on his clothes and tied the silk belt around his waist.

Zhao Min's body was covered with a layer of white gauze, and her exquisite body followed the white gauze. While it was shaking up and down, it was also full of ultimate temptation.

She heard Wu Gong's words and smiled softly. The smile at the corner of her mouth bloomed like a flower, "If, if this is the case?, then I will wait for the day when you kill him."

Wu Gong grinned and stretched out his hand across her neck, which was like mutton-fat white jade, and said, "See you in Xiangyang!"

Walking towards the carriage, it was still raining outside.

Look up to the sky.

The dark clouds in the sky gathered together.

Like a black dough, it blocked any light in the sky.

"What time is it now?"

"It's past dawn! Now, if there were no dark clouds in the sky, the sun would have already shone on the earth!" Zhao Min's voice came out from the car, and her voice changed again. That heroic young master no longer had any tenderness and charm.

Wu Gong shook his head gently, and suddenly said as if he remembered something: "Where are the two elders Xuan Ming?"

Wu Gong's words caused Zhao Min's silence.

However, there was only a moment of silence, and then Zhao Min said truthfully: "They are in Dali, and the chieftain they are responsible for cleaning up there is now completely divided. The puppet I support is fighting with the Duan clan in Dali. A dog-eat-dog fight!"

Wu Gong grinned and said in a strange tone: "Well! It seems that during my absence in the Central Plains, this world, which was originally a pool of stagnant water, has become active again."

After Wu Gong finished speaking, he refused the umbrella handed over by Zhao Min, raised his head and glanced at the faint firelight in the distance, and said, "I'm leaving. I wish you good luck." After saying this, Wu Gong suddenly raised his leg and stepped hard on the ground. Dense cracks appeared on the ground. His whole body rose into the air, and the muscles all over his body continued to make crunching sounds.

Zhao Min stared at the figure disappearing in the rain.

He let out a long sigh and retracted his head back into the car window.

Looking at the messy carriage.

Zhao Min suddenly burst into laughter. She suddenly felt extremely happy. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had felt this way. Zhao Min had accomplished many things since becoming a sword in the Ruyang Palace.

In the beginning, she was really excited about what she was doing.

After all, using all kinds of conspiracies and tricks to plot against all the heroes in the world is a very fulfilling thing, but if you do it for a long time, you will feel bored, especially because Zhao Min hates what he calls that. His father looked into his eyes.

Picked up the white satin on the table.

Zhao Min sniffed it gently, and the hot breath on it was vividly visible.

He gently put it into his arms: "Turn around and target Xiangyang."

Following the order, the convoy quickly turned around.

Along the steep mountain road, he quickly rushed towards the mountain road below.

When Wu Gong arrived at the location of the Quanzhen Sect in Zhongnan Mountain.

It was discovered that the fire all over the mountains and plains had completely disappeared.

Only thick black smoke and a smell of burning corpses that could not be concealed by heavy rain spread and reverberated in the air.

Wu Gong looked around.

Not a single intact building could be seen, and Wu Gong could only see piles of buildings that had been burned to coke.

The area of ​​Quanzhen Sect is not small.

Especially after several generations of expansions, the total area of ​​the various sects has exceeded hundreds of acres and is divided into different halls for different disciples to practice. It is no exaggeration to say that the Quanzhen Sect has declined. . But a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Although some newly emerging sects may be stronger than the Quanzhen Sect to a certain extent, their sects are definitely not as impressive as the Quanzhen Sect.

It's a pity that after the flames appeared today.

The Quanzhen Sect, which once dominated the world, finally lost the chance to make a comeback.

Wu Gong walked along the ruins and suddenly stopped. He looked down and saw a corpse on the ground that had not been burned to char. It looked like a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect.

I recalled that when I had just entered the Zhongnan Mountains, I was stopped by the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect. He was looking at the monk's robe on the ground, which was mostly burned. Although the color of the clothes had been deepened and aggravated by the black smoke.

But it can still be seen that this guy is probably a Quanzhen disciple who failed to escape in time.

It seemed that there was a high probability that he was burned alive.

Wu Gong shook his head and continued to prepare to move forward.

But at this moment, his body, which was suddenly about to take a step forward, stopped again and began to bend over and start to look for fatal wounds on the body on the ground. Although the body on the ground has traces of black smoke in its mouth and nose, it was not the black smoke or the blazing flame that really caused him to die here, but A sword wound on his neck.

This wound went deep into the throat, and the sword almost penetrated the entire throat.

Moreover, apart from the sword wound, there were no other wounds left.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Wu Gong put the body on the ground again.

Looking around, I realized that the ruins in front of me that had been burned to char were densely packed with corpses.

Most of the corpses were disciples of the Quanzhen Sect.

Among them, there are also a small number of Mongolian corpses.

After looking around, many people were really killed by flames and smoke, but there were still seven or eight Mongolians and disciples of the Quanzhen Sect who had their throats pierced with swords. This was only the last of the Quanzhen Sect. On the outside, I'm afraid the buildings inside have become littered with corpses.

"Well, it seems that the old guy named Poison Hand Medicine King is dead. But if he dies, what will Guo Jing do? Do I have to take action myself?"

Wu Gong shook his head and prepared to turn around and leave.

But at this moment, a thunder exploded in the sky, followed by a flash of lightning.

Several figures flashed in the distance.

Wu Gong immediately raised his legs and chased over there.

The speed was so fast, it was like a bolt of lightning.

In the blink of an eye, we arrived at a place with dense crowds of people.

The two parties were confronting each other. On one side, there were only thirty or forty people dressed as Mongolians, among whom there were dancing girls with extremely exposed figures. On the other side, there were over a hundred people, all of whom were Taoist priests in long robes. It was obvious at a glance that they were members of the Quanzhen Sect.

The Poison Hand Medicine King was also among them, with Ping Yizhi beside him. As for the poisonous hand medicine king's daughter, she was nowhere to be seen. Wu Gong suddenly noticed a woman lying under a big tree not far away. Because of the cover of the big tree, the rain could not hit the woman's body.

Logically speaking.

At this moment, the Quanzhen Sect's numbers had the upper hand.

Facing less than half of the Mongolians, they should be able to deal with them in a swarm.

But just judging from the momentum that Wu Gong saw.

On the contrary, the Mongols had the absolute upper hand, and the Quanzhen Sect fell into a disadvantage.

And they were vaguely forced back by these thirty or so Mongolians.

Wu Gong raised his eyebrows and scanned the Mongolian team for a moment. However, he did not find any powerful people.

On the contrary, in the Quanzhen Sect's team, Wu Gong saw an old Taoist priest with white beard and hair. The aura of this old Taoist priest was like a rainbow shining through the sun, and his whole body was rippling with ripples of true energy that could be seen clearly with the naked eye.

Under this ripple of true energy, the majestic heavy rain could not wet his body. Even if it fell on his body, it would be evaporated quickly.

The old Taoist priest held a long sword in his hand, with traces of scarlet blood on the blade. In the majestic heavy rain, this trace of blood stuck to the blade of the sword like glue. Even though it was being washed away by the heavy rain, it had no intention of being washed away.

Wu Gong narrowed his eyes. The sword wounds left on the corpses were probably caused by this old Taoist priest.

The poisonous hand medicine king looked very ugly.

He pointed peacefully and stood among the crowd, looking unspectacular.

But in fact, the strength of the two of them can be regarded as the best among this group of people.

But Quanzhen Sect also has a very big drawback, that is, it is inactive.

Except for the elders and stewards of the Quanzhen Sect standing in the front row, all the disciples in the back are a little better than ordinary people, and most of them can't join the second-rate.

Although the Mongolians on the opposite side seemed to be few in number, they were all real elites, and at the end they were second-rate masters in the world. Even those dancers with extremely exposed figures were also very powerful masters.

Wu Gong frowned and was about to go over.

But at this moment, a dark shadow quickly emerged from the Mongolians.

This guy had his face covered and was wearing black night clothes. He didn't look too outstanding, but when he was running in the rain, he looked like a black shadow. There was no time to see his movements clearly. He was waving in his hand. The long sword is even more like a phantom, and it is completely impossible to see the direction the blade is facing.

Like a hungry tiger, it pounced directly on the old Taoist priest with white hair and beard opposite him.

The old Taoist priest's eyes widened in anger, and his long sword jingled as he slashed and blocked him, but he was no match for the man in black, and soon he had several scars on his body. When the Quanzhen Sect elders around him saw this, they immediately stepped forward to help, but the Poison Hand Medicine King did not move. He held Ping Yizhi and stared at the Mongolians in the distance.

This man in black has already attracted the attention of most people. If these Mongolians swarmed up at this moment, they would die here no matter what.

Therefore, he must be wary of these Mongols coming to join in the fun again.

But after just a few breaths, the Poison Hand Medicine King was shocked when he looked at the chaotic battle scene next to him again. There were several more corpses lying on the ground. These would be considered first-class masters in the world. The full name is Elder and Steward.

But he was no match for the man in black.

There were even a few guys who looked pretty good, but they couldn't even catch a single move and were picked on their throats.

If it weren't for Qiu Chuji taking most of the pressure, I'm afraid there wouldn't be many people left in the Quanzhen Sect who could still be standing at this moment.

Several silver needles appeared when the Poison Hand Medicine King turned his palm.

He quickly shot towards the man in black in the distance.

When these silver needles cut through the air, they made a sound similar to arrows piercing the air.

The man in black had to wave his sword with his backhand to resist.

The long sword was constantly rotating and waving in his hand, and the sword blade seemed to bloom in the air like bright lotus flowers.

Extremely dazzling!
Wu Gong was not originally prepared to join in, but the moment he saw the lotus, he could no longer sit still.

Evil-proofing swordsmanship?

Without thinking, Wu Gong's body suddenly expanded, and then he jumped into the battle.

The Mongolians who had been watching the show heard the sound coming from the sky. Several Mongolians subconsciously raised their crossbows, pointed them at Wu Gong who fell from the sky, and kept pulling the triggers.

Wu Gong had no intention of evading. When those sharp crossbows struck his swollen skin, they were ejected directly by the tight skin without even breaking it.

Wu Gong didn't care, only the man in black with a long sword in his eyes was in his eyes.

This person did not look like Yue Buqun in terms of physical features, but Wu Gong had seen this evil-fighting sword technique before.

It's no wonder that this man can suppress the Quanzhen Sect's entire crowd with one person's strength.

As if aware of the sound of breaking through the sky falling from the sky.

The man immediately turned the direction the sword was facing.

Countless bright white lotuses flew out from the sword blade.

One petal after another fell from the blade, looking extremely beautiful.

But in fact, it is full of unspeakable horror.

However, Wu Gong still refused to dodge and flew straight towards the sword blade.

Qiu Chuji frowned and immediately stretched out his palm to help resist.

The long sword in his hand struck hard on a white lotus.

In an instant, tinkling sounds sounded like wind chimes one after another.

A flash of killing intent flashed in the eyes of the man in black. He twisted his wrist and a lotus flower flew out from the tip of the sword blade and rushed towards Qiu Chuji's throat. Then he stopped caring about him, but it only lasted for a moment.

Wu Gong was already at his side.

One after another, the sharp lotuses sank into Wu Gong's body.

The hard cuticle exploded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and skin flakes and flesh flew everywhere.

But Wu Gong still had no intention of evading. Instead, he waved his palm and grabbed the man in black. (End of chapter)