I asked you to play a dungeon, why don't you just raise the BOSS here?

Chapter 144: When an expert beats you people, what does it matter whether you get hurt or not?

"presumptuous!"

"If you insult the princess, you will be killed without mercy!"

Dozens of men in black standing beside the sedan shouted angrily, taking off the long bows behind their backs and bending their bows to nock arrows.

The bows in everyone's hands looked extremely heavy, and were actually all black iron bows.

The arrow was also an armor-piercing sharp arrow, and seemed to be poisonous. The arrowhead exuded a faint blue luster.

"Ah..., Zhang Laodao, are you sure it's okay?"

Huang Rong was stunned, subconsciously shrank her neck, and finally confirmed.

"I haven't beaten so many people in a long time..."

Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile: "Don't worry, Master Huang, the old Taoist will not talk nonsense in front of the founder of Sanqing, right?"

"I'll also do some exercise and see the Yuan army's formation. Ronger can deal with the Mongolian princess with peace of mind."

At that time, he rode six dragons to control the sky!

The Gang Qi generated itself and turned into layers of Qi shields, blocking the two of them, pushing forward like a tide.

Lin Xuan didn't bother to pay attention to the changes in the spear array, so he grabbed a spear and swiped it with all his strength.

Zhao Min snorted coldly and ordered.

With one force, the extremely dense formation of spears was swept out of a large hole.

"Lancers have been lucky since ancient times..."

Lin Xuan's figure flashed and he ran directly into the forest of guns.

Huang Rong snorted softly and jumped forward: "Little bitch, my sister is here to deal with you."

Lin Xuan took a step forward and came to Huang Rong's side. His palms changed and he pushed slowly.

She had just heard a message from Taoist Baishu, saying that Zhang Sanfeng seemed to have been seriously injured, so he was confident and planned to catch all Wudang in one fell swoop.

Even if you cut off the opponent's head, it is still a loss-making business.

Under the wind of palms, all the eight people's swords were broken and they flew back vomiting blood.

He also listened to a few words with a smile.

"It doesn't matter."

But the so-called rain of guns and arrows in the military formation can hardly pose a threat to him.

It seems to be a rather exquisite spear formation.

The more than twenty personal guards beside the sedan had already dropped their long bows and were stabbing with their spears.

"Stop him!"

"kill!"

Seeing everything in front of her was empty, Huang Rong was slightly happy. She raised her right hand into a claw and grabbed at the top of the sedan.

Lin Xuan smiled and said: "If there are masters mixed in, I will trouble Master Zhang."

"Go."

Lin Xuan pushed Huang Rong behind and swept forward with his right hand.

In the blink of an eye, Huang Rong had already rushed halfway and arrived in front of the sedan.

Zhao Min was originally in a good mood, thinking that Huang Rong was just about to die and was incapable of being furious.

Lin Xuan followed closely behind and struck out with a palm that said, "A proud dragon has regrets".

Arrows all over the sky hit the air shield, making a dull crashing sound. Keep falling.

Although Lin Xuan has never practiced defensive skills such as "Golden Bell Cover" and "Fudo Mingwang Shen"...

The spear turned into a long stick, carrying the billowing wind, and swept towards the guards who were unable to dodge.

"Yes!"

The wind of the palm blew, and several soldiers who tried to intercept in the hall were knocked several meters away. They were either killed or injured.

Zhang Sanfeng glanced at everyone, his smile unchanged.

The Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow in front of the sedan were shocked. They dropped their bows and arrows and drew out their long knives.

Zhao Min couldn't sit still.

Blood spurted out, dyeing the yellow satin sedan red.

The violent bowstrings roared, cutting the air, and countless densely packed arrows shot out of the air, like locusts, shooting towards Huang Rong.

"Well, I believe you! Mr. Lin must protect me!"

"Conventional bows and arrows are no longer very useful at this time..."

After all, if someone really drags him out of the sedan... it will still affect his prestige.

Several spears pierced Lin Xuan's body and broke immediately.

"Fire the arrow! Shoot this bitch into a hedgehog!"

But seeing Huang Rong take action as soon as she said it was true, and directly attacking him...

"Take my slap!"

At this moment, a man in black who had fallen to the ground jumped up lightly and slapped Huang Rong on the lower abdomen.

Before the force of the palm could be reached, an extremely cold inner force rushed over, making people feel chilled all over.

"Xuan Ming Divine Palm? Do these two people like to play miscellaneous soldiers so much?"

Lin Xuan's heart trembled, and he looked at the man in black with his true energy.

But I saw the man in black with a high nose and deep eyes, and gray hair on his temples. He looked like a barbarian from the Western Regions. He had a sinister smile on his lips and looked fierce.

For a moment, Lin Xuan couldn't tell the difference between Luzhangke and Hebiweng.

Without thinking too much, Lin Xuan used his Dragon Subduing Palm to switch from offense to defense, guarding Huang Rong and waiting attentively for a fight.

"Hebiweng? Give me a slap too!"

At this moment, an old voice sounded.

Lin Xuan discovered that Zhang Sanfeng's figure appeared in front of the man in black as if teleporting, and he also pressed down with his palm.

As soon as their palms touched, Hebiweng fell to the ground without saying a word, his face pale and his whole body trembling, as if he was shaking.

"Get away..., huh? Fuck!"

The moment Zhang Sanfeng and Hebiweng exchanged palms, another man in black also jumped up, came behind Zhang Sanfeng, and silently pressed out the Xuanming Divine Palm.

Then, the man in black suddenly realized that the person standing in front of him was Zhang Sanfeng.

As if he thought of something, the man in black's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly removed his palm.

"Good brothers share blessings and share hardships, so why run away!"

Zhang Sanfeng sneered and slapped Luzhangke on the head with his backhand.

The deer stick guest was in the air, unable to avoid it, so he had to grit his teeth and move the Xuanming Divine Palm to block Zhang Sanfeng's palm power.

Then, Luzhangke fell to the ground without saying a word, vomiting blood and thrashing around.

"You guys hurt Lian Zhou back then and put Wuji in a dilemma between life and death."

Zhang Sanfeng laughed loudly: "Now it's tit-for-tat, and you are also in a dilemma of life and death. Feel free!"

This Xuanming Divine Palm is used against a person. If the opponent's internal strength is stronger than his own, the palm force will react back to the internal organs, and the person who wields the palm will inevitably suffer disaster.

Zhang Sanfeng took a quick look and found that the best outcome for these two people would be to lose all their martial arts skills and become useless, with lingering cold poison in their internal organs.

He thought for a while and thought it would be a good idea to let the two of them spend their old age like this, so he didn't go for a last-ditch attack.

"Little turtle, your turtle shell is gone, come out quickly!"

At this moment, the top of the sedan chair was ripped off by Huang Rong.

"roll!"

Zhao Min was extremely angry, and with a muffled groan, a sword energy slashed out.

"So fierce?"

Huang Rong felt that the opponent's internal strength was mediocre, but the sword energy was so piercing that it aroused goosebumps all over her body.

Huang Rong knew that it was probably a magic weapon, so she didn't dare to attack it forcefully at the moment. She quickly retracted her little hand and looked at the sedan with concentration.

But he saw a handsome-looking woman wearing men's clothing standing in the sedan.

The woman was holding a long sword, her face was ashen, but her eyes were black and white, bottomless, and filled with killing intent.

"Little princess, your martial arts are not very good, but this sword is quite good..." Huang Rong pursed her lips and smiled: "Let's talk about it, can you give me this sword?"

"This is what you Han people call the Yitian Sword."

Zhao Min sneered and said: "If you can't get out of the sky, whoever wants to compete with me can take it from my hand!"

"Eternal Sword?"

Huang Rong was overjoyed: "Sister, I was going to your house to look for this sword, but you hurriedly brought it to your door. How sensible!"

"……court death!"

Zhao Min's face darkened, and he swung the Yitian Sword, slashing towards Huang Rong with a strong sword energy.

Huang Rong was on guard, and used her Destroying Divine Claw to show off every move, and the fight was evenly matched for a while.

"Protect the princess!"

Fang Dongbai was shocked, his long sword broke through the air, and stabbed Huang Rong in the back.

"Why are you joining in the fun when other girls are fighting?"

Zhang Sanfeng grabbed the sword from Dongbai's hand and shook his hand.

The sword light flashed, and thousands of flashing sword circles filled the void.

Fang Dongbai had a look of disbelief in his eyes, and was chopped into pieces in the sword circle, with no bones left.

"So the old Taoist doesn't like to use swords. It's not interesting if he dies instantly."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and shook his sword again.

The long sword collapsed into countless fragments and scattered in all directions.

"What a great swordsman!"

Lin Xuan felt the wind blowing behind him.

It was a strong man who raised his mace and struck him.

Lin Xuan didn't look back, and hit the mace with a backhand swing of the divine dragon's tail.

The steel-toothed wolf fangs shattered and flew everywhere.

The strong man couldn't hold the stick, and the stick hit the strong man's heart directly.

Then it passed through him and stabbed out from the back of his heart.

The strong man screamed and died on the spot.

After his physical fitness continued to improve, this so-called "amazingly powerful" strong man was like a baby in front of Lin Xuan.

"Little friend Lin played well."

Zhang Sanfeng was very interested in the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon. He was very excited and smiled while twitching his beard.

"Old dog Zhang, others are afraid of you, but Lord Buddha is not!"

Amid the sharp shouts, a monk with his temples half an inch deep stepped out, and struck Zhang Sanfeng's chest with his right palm like thunder.

"If you're not afraid, then don't be afraid."

Zhang Sanfeng received the opponent's palm without moving. He raised his right palm in the same posture and struck the monk's chest.

Amidst the extremely dense sound of bone cracking, all the bones in the monk's body exploded, and he collapsed on the side like a slime.

"..."

Several masters who mustered up the courage to rush forward stopped at the same time, looking surprised and uncertain.

The monk's inner strength was extremely high, and he was already ranked first among the people present.

But for the so-called "seriously injured" Zhang Sanfeng, it was still a one-shot kill.

The courage that everyone had finally mustered up suddenly leaked.

They took refuge in King Ruyang for the sake of glory and wealth.

But how could prosperity and wealth be as important as a small life?

If they weren't worried about King Ruyang's revenge afterwards, most of them would have been ready to do it directly.

"Where's the old Taoist Baishu?"

Zhang Sanfeng looked around and found the old man in green robe who had just scolded him, and slapped the man to death: "Baishang, after all, you masters and disciples have some status, and you still play with such unworthy things all day long. , don’t you think it’s embarrassing?”

"Zhang Sanfeng, if others can't see it, I can't see that you are injured. Why are you so strong on the outside?"

Behind the crowd, the cold air that penetrated the bone marrow surged, transforming into a giant white palm of ice, slapping towards Zhang Sanfeng.

"Do you have such good eyesight? You are indeed a master."

Zhang Sanfeng sighed in admiration and stretched out his right hand to block the giant ice palm.

The moment the palms collided, Zhang Sanfeng's right hand turned slightly as if holding a ball.

Following his movements, the giant ice palm suddenly collapsed and condensed into an ice ball the size of a fist.

As his inner energy flowed, Zhang Sanfeng flicked his left hand, and the ice ball began to spin rapidly.

The next moment, as if ignoring the spatial distance, Zhang Sanfeng had already passed through the crowd and came to a white-haired Taoist priest, flicking down the palm of his left hand.

After three moves, the palms of the two men touched each other in the air. Taoist Baishu vomited blood and retreated hastily.

Zhang Sanfeng raised his right hand and threw the ice ball.

Under Taoist Baishu's extremely confused gaze, the ice ball exploded and turned into an ice sword.

In an instant, the ice sword turned into a blood sword.

"This..., what kind of martial arts is this?"

Taoist Baishu stared blankly at the ice sword stuck on his heart, his expression stiff.

"I don't know, I just came up with a random move."

Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand: "Isn't this just a casual beating? Why are you so serious?"

"You... weren't you seriously injured?"

"He was seriously injured."

Zhang Sanfeng was a little confused: "But if I hit you people, what does it matter whether you get hurt or not?"

"……well!"

Taoist Baishu took a deep look at Zhang Sanfeng, his body swayed, he fell to the ground, and died.

"..."

All the masters in the crowd subconsciously took a few steps back, with stiff smiles on their faces.

Baishu Taoist's martial arts has reached a level beyond their imagination.

But he still died after being "beaten casually" by Zhang Sanfeng.

Everyone felt that there was no need to try anymore...

"Why is it so quiet?"

At this moment, Huang Rong heard a clear scolding, flipped her left hand, and snatched the Yitian Sword from Zhao Min's hand.

Huang Rong bumped forward, stretched out her right hand, and hit the acupuncture point on Zhao Min's waist.

Zhao Min snorted softly and fell down softly.

"Brother Lin, Laodao Zhang, I've got it done."

Huang Rong held the Yitian Sword in her left hand and held Zhao Min's belt in her right hand.

It was like holding a kitten, dangling in the air.

Zhao Min closed her eyes tightly, her cheeks clenched tightly, and her expression was mixed with shame and anger.

The messy black hair hangs down, covering half of her face, making her look a little weak.

"Congratulations to the head master."

Lin Xuan smiled, activated the power of his Dragon Subduing Palm to beat to death several Mongolian warriors who were trying to save others, and returned to the center of the Sanqing Hall with Huang Rong side by side.

Zhao Min was still dangling in Huang Rong's hands, gritting his teeth and saying nothing.

"...Done?"

Zhang Sanfeng laughed and didn't bother to worry about Huang Rong's choice of words: "Congratulations to Master Huang for regaining the Yitian Sword."

(End of this chapter)