God-slaughtering King

"You can stir up the wind and rain in my family with the help of one person. Sure enough, you still have some skills!"

Hong Zhengyang twists his black beard lightly, looks down on Nanmen Maple lightly, and commands the general language: "Nanmen Maple child, I will give you a chance now. You commit suicide now, and I will leave you a whole body!"

The sect leader of Tang Dynasty, in such a large public, let a sect disciple commit suicide for no reason. No one, including Duan Chongyang, would feel inappropriate. Except Du Li, no one would complain about the South Gate maple.

Just because, in front of the powerful hall leader, recklessness is a capital crime.

The gratitude and resentment between Nanmen Feng and the Hong family are well known. No one will offend the superior strong for a mortal.

Let me kill myself?

Nanmen Feng disdained to smile and looked at the two hall leaders in collusion like an idiot. "I thought Zhenwu gate was a holy land for seeking martial arts and Taoism, but I didn't expect that you and other miscellaneous people would be allowed to act wantonly!"

"Presumptuous!"

"Die!"

Duan Chongyang and Hong Zhengyang shouted angrily at the same time, and suddenly urged their soul power and pressure.

Bang Bang

The bluestone at the foot of Nanmen Maple was broken, and his feet and bare feet were all buried in the gravel. However, Nanmen Maple's body was still rather bent.

"Stop!"

Du Li roared suddenly. He couldn't bear it anymore.

Pop

At this time, four or five arms were placed on Du Li's back shoulder at the same time. The surface was very soft, but in fact it had no less spiritual power than Du Li.

Du Li's movement was blocked and unable to move.

Hong Zhengyang and Duan Chongyang came together today. Naturally, they were fully prepared. Du Li's identity was special and they couldn't move. In order to prevent him from making trouble, they took several elders of the moon shooting hall with them.

Today, Nanmen Maple will die!

"Duan Chongyang, you old trash, let the moon shooting hall be presumptuous in our hall. You are a piece of shit!"

Unable to move, Du Li was anxious and angry, and immediately scolded Duan Chongyang.

"Du Li, you... You bastard!"

He was scolded by his elders. Duan Chongyang's flaws were about to crack. He was so angry that he wanted to shoot Du Li to death.

"Me bastard?"

"Good!"

Du liwang still insisted, his legs were broken alive, and the South Gate Maple looked crazy in an instant.

"Duan Chongyang, Hong Zhengyang, if you two old people dare to fight my son today, I Du Li swear that we will keep your family's chickens and dogs..."

"Hum, just because you are a prince who has been expelled from the royal family, what qualifications do you have to shout in front of me?"

Duan Chongyang and Hong Zhengyang suddenly got up at the same time, with endless ridicule on their faces.

Is Du Li the prince expelled from the royal family?

This explosive news made Nanmen maple, including him, tremble violently in his heart.

They all guessed that Du Li's birth was extraordinary, but unexpectedly, he was born in the royal family.

"Elder Du was drunk today and began to talk nonsense!"

At this time, Hong Tai, Du Li's old enemy, saw that Du Li was about to crack his defects. He immediately showed a very proud look, and then said to several elders behind Du Li, "you guys, take Du Chang to wake up!"

Wen Yan, together with the elder who shot, didn't hesitate. He immediately urged Lingli to escort Du Li back to the attic.

Du Li roared, but his strength was limited. The peak strength of the chemical weapons realm was not worth mentioning under the dignity of the two hall leaders.

"South Gate Maple child, kneel down!"

Hong Zhengyang sneered and said, "if you don't kneel, your legs will be broken!"

"Old man, if I don't avenge today, I swear not to be a man!"

Nanmen Maple looked at the two old men in front of him like the eyes of hell demons. His veins burst all over his body, his skin color was as red as blood, and his teeth jumped out of blood because he bit too tightly.

Nanmen Feng has not breathed for a long time. As long as he breathes, his body will be completely bent.

"Bitch! I'll kill you today!"

Hong Zhengyang couldn't bear it. He patted Nanmen Maple's head with a big hand like a PU fan.

The cultivation of the strong in the Lingwu realm, even a random palm, is enough to make the heads of the middle-level warriors in the Lingwu realm burst and die. What's more, the Nanmen Maple at this time has already been oppressed by two soul forces and can't breathe and move.

This palm, he can't hide, can't stop.

Right now.

"Ah, it's really lively here..."

With a frivolous voice, a powerful and incomparable soul force defeated the two threats bound on Nanmen maple.

Dong Dong

Whether Hong Zhengyang, who was about to break the head of Nanmen maple, or Duan Chongyang, who had a gloomy face and said nothing, were all beaten back a few steps like their soul power.

Bang!

The pressure suddenly decreased, and Nanmen Feng's body involuntarily fell forward, but Nanmen Feng's belief that he would rather die than bend down made him suddenly raise a burst of strength and insert the nameless chopper heavily into the ground, so he stopped his body.

"Who is it?"

"Who's talking?"

"We have made arrangements. Who will disturb our good deeds?"

Duan Chongyang and Hong Zhengyang looked at each other. In addition to being puzzled, they only had a strong color of fear.

They have never felt the pressure of human soul power, that is, the realm of those who release soul power is far above them.

In the outer mountain of Zhenwu gate, as the hall leader, their cultivation is already a top existence. Except for a few big people, no one is stronger than their cultivation.

"Who is it?"

With deep doubts, Duan Chongyang and Hong Zhengyang looked at the door of the attic along the track of each other's soul force.

Hundreds of disciples brought by Hong Zhengyang also seemed to smell something and looked involuntarily at the gate of the attic.

Step, step

With the sound of neat and slow steps, a line of ten people in black walked in along the gate.

"Is the law enforcement disciple of the law enforcement hall!"

"Why are they here?"

Countless disciples took a breath, and their eyes involuntarily showed fear.

Ten people in this line were all wearing the same black clothes, and the Golden Dragon at the collar spread to the waist.

Compared with the unsmiling youth after getting up, the leader with a touch of frivolous smile is particularly eye-catching.

The leader was about in his early thirties. He was good-looking, reckless, frivolous and playful. He seemed to be a playboy from a big family.

The reason why people look at him is not because of his frivolous posture, but because of his cultivation.

Neither the peak of the spirit realm nor the disciples of the chemical weapons realm could be aware of the fluctuation of the leader's spiritual power. He seemed to be an ordinary person who had never practiced spiritual power in the perception of all the disciples.

Wearing black clothes and pointing to the black knife, he appeared in the Zhenwu gate again. Obviously, he would not be an ordinary person.

Then there is only one possibility.

That is, his cultivation level is too high for everyone to notice.

Sure enough, after seeing the leader, Hong Zhengyang and Duan Chongyang on the stage, as well as the elders who followed them, their eyes trembled violently. It seemed that they saw a role they feared most.

"Wen Lianggong, what are you doing here?"

Hong Zhengyang asked, frowning deeply.

"I'm here today just to join the fun and remind someone not to forget their identity!"

Wen Lianggong gently looked at Nanmen maple, who was calming his breath, and turned his eyes to Hong Zhengyang. Behind his frivolous smile, it was as cold as ice.

At this time, in the towering attic, Du Li lay on the window and looked at the gentleness and courtesy below with surprise and joy. In addition to the color of gratitude, there were many tastes close to nostalgia on his face.

Identity?

Hearing the speech, Hong Zhengyang's resolute old face took a smoke and said coldly, "Wenjia boy, this is the outer mountain. At this time, it is also the time for me to exchange views day by day, shoot the moon and two halls. What does it have to do with you, a law enforcer?"

"Joke!"

Gentle and respectful said, "Lord Hong, don't forget the rules of the law enforcement hall, let alone the so-called competition and exchange. Even if you eat and go to the toilet, we are qualified to intervene!"

The so-called law enforcement hall runs through the four mountains inside and outside. It is the only unique entrance in Zhenwu gate. They are the executors of religious rules. No matter anyone violates religious rules, they are qualified to intervene.

"So, you are determined to go against me, Wenjia child?"

Hong Zhengyang's face is getting darker and darker. Nanmen maple is already in his bag. At this time, how can he give up?

Against you?

Wen Lianggong smiled again, "no! I'm just fulfilling my accusations. I'm not interested in what you do!"

"Good, good, you yellow mouth child is promising now..."

Hong Zhengyang snorted angrily, and immediately smiled and said, "hall leader Duan, since there are law enforcers coming to watch our competition meeting, let this Maple boy from the South Gate compete with my disciples!"

Even if there are law enforcers, Hong Zhengyang still looks like a maple in the south gate.

The law enforcer can limit him to kill Nanmen Feng himself, but he can't stop the disputes among the disciples on the competition platform.

"So good..."

Duan Chongyang's crafty old man also smiled. He and Hong Zhengyang were old friends and would naturally follow his ideas.

Wen Lianggong frowned and didn't stop. As long as Hong Zhengyang came according to the rules, as a law enforcer, he had no reason to intervene.

"Duel?"

Nanmen Feng stared at the hundreds of disciples standing neatly not far away, and a burst of angry sneer rose on his face.

These disciples were eager to try. Looking at the eyes of Nanmen Feng, they looked greedy and fanatical. Obviously, Hong Zhengyang had promised them benefits.

Any of them, as long as they can get the life of Nanmen Feng, will be rewarded.

The team of law enforcement disciples retreated to one side, while Duan Chongyang and Hong Zhengyang sat on the high platform again and looked down on Nanmen Maple indifferently.

At this time, nanmenfeng was like a gladiator in the arena, either defeating all the 100 disciples behind him or fighting to death.

These brought disciples are Hong Zhengyang's capable disciples. Relying on the medium level cultivation of Nanmen Feng's spirit realm, they may be able to defeat the weakest, but it is impossible to defeat them all.

In front of Nanmen maple, there is only the dead road of fighting and dying.

"Interesting, interesting... Tonight, let me have a good fight with Nanmen Maple!"

Nanmen Feng suddenly burst into a wild laugh, just like Heiyan's spiritual power being driven out by him.

In the eyes of Duan Chongyang and Hong Zhengyang, the scene of Nanmen Feng's madness is like a madman's counterattack before his death, which adds to their happiness.