Infinite Luck Master

Qu Wuyi's guess was correct.

Although the Yuan soldiers had been stationed at the foot of the mountain for a long time, it seemed that they had been there for some time, and there was no sign of them going up the mountain until now. It seemed that they were waiting for a signal from the mountain.

Su Jing and others were immediately more certain. It seemed that the enemy came prepared this time, and Quanzhen Sect was probably really... in danger.

However, the Tiangang Beidou formation was extremely powerful, and it could be coordinated by many disciples. In addition, the Quanzhen Seven Sons were not really people who talked about the moral principles of the rivers and lakes. Who could threaten them?

Unless...

Su Jing had a vague premonition in his heart, but he was also quite confused. King Jinlun was very powerful and was definitely not inferior to any of the Five Supremes, but he was also the only person in Mongolia who could compete with Guo Jing. If he came to deal with Quanzhen Sect, who would deal with Guo Jing?

Using human lives?

Wouldn't that Mengge be so short-sighted?

In fact...

At this time, Quanzhen Sect had indeed fallen into an unprecedented crisis.

Nearly a hundred elite disciples each held a sword, formed a formation of seven people, stood in the position of the Big Dipper, and then spread outward, there were fourteen people... and then twenty-one people...

Nearly a hundred disciples, led by six white-haired Taoists, surrounded the few people who broke into the mountain.

The leader among the Taoists was an old Taoist with a kind face, but at this time, his usually kind face was full of coldness, and he shouted: "King Jinlun, this is the important place of Quanzhen, you almost died here sixteen years ago, and today, you dare to be so presumptuous?"

There were only four people who were surrounded by these more than a hundred Taoists as if they were facing a great enemy.

But any one of these four people is enough to be called a master of a generation, and their strength is strong enough to challenge anyone in Quanzhen Sect...No wonder Ma Yu was so nervous!

"Hahahaha... Taoist Ma, you are taking advantage of the power of the tiger, aren't you?"

King Jinlun laughed, "Sixteen years ago, I was indeed defeated by Yang Guo, but in the past ten years, I have worked hard and practiced my secret martial arts Dragon Elephant Prajna, and now I have reached the twelfth level. I have long wanted to find him to avenge my past humiliation, but I didn't expect that I had to go to Quanzhen Sect first. But it's okay, I heard that kid He has a close relationship with your Quanzhen Sect. If I destroy your Quanzhen Sect, it will surely cause a huge uproar in the Central Plains martial arts world in the future. By then, it is possible that the guy will come to my door in person, saving me the trouble of searching for him!"

"Hmph, you are so arrogant! How can you destroy my Quanzhen Sect just because you want to? Do you believe that I will knock out one of your teeth first?"

The other white-haired Taoist beside Ma Yu was quite impulsive. Wasn't he Qiu Chuji?

He was a man of fiery temper, so how could he hold back? He shouted, "Brother, why are you being polite to these Mongolian Tartars? They dared to come to my Quanzhen Sect and act so arrogantly today. I will just take their lives to pay for the shame of sixteen years ago!"

"Alas... what you said is right! But the Golden Wheel Dharma King is so powerful that we cannot contend with him alone. This is a matter of justice for the world, but it is not the time to talk about the moral principles of the martial arts world. All disciples, listen to my orders, set up the formation, kill this beast, and get rid of a powerful enemy for the Song Dynasty!"

"Hahahaha... You guys are already used to setting up the formation. When have you ever talked about the moral principles of the martial arts world?"

The Golden Wheel Dharma King laughed loudly, and Xiaoxiangzi, Nimoxing and Yin Kexi laughed proudly. Even if there were more disciples and stronger lethality, what was the point if the individual strength gap was too big?

The formations of these Taoists are extremely powerful against those ordinary soldiers, but I and others can come and go freely, and the initiative is in my hands... Can they still trap me and others?

"Hahahaha, Dharma King, don't rush to take action. I, Xiaoxiangzi, will help you deal with these minions."

Xiaoxiangzi laughed loudly, his zombie face was like a ghost, and his eyes were full of calculations. Quanzhen Sect has always been a thorn in the side of the Khan. If I kill all the seven Quanzhen disciples today, wouldn't it be the first achievement?

Now facing those weird people, Jinlun Dharma King dare not fight back. I guess he has already lost his status in the eyes of the Khan. If I show my head and feet, I can just replace him.

At that moment, holding a mourning stick in his hand, he jumped into the Tiangang Beidou formation first...

He thought of it.

Yin Kexi and the others naturally thought of it, and shouted loudly: "Xiaoxiangzi, don't even think about taking the first place."

"Yes, the heads of the Seven Quanzhen disciples are mine."

Even Nimoxing, who had his legs broken, was not to be outdone and shouted loudly.

The three of them entered the formation together...

"Damn it, do you really think that the Seven Quanzhen disciples are made of mud?"

Qiu Chuji was furious. Seeing that these people actually regarded him and others as chickens and pottery dogs, how could he bear it? He shouted: "Quickly set up the formation, I will be the leader of the formation..."

As he said that, he took a wrong step and stood at the key position of Tiangang Beidou.

The formation of dozens of people immediately rotated, and in an instant, in front of the three masters, there were densely packed figures...

And the first one was Qiu Chuji, who shouted angrily and thrust his sword straight at him.

The sword was as powerful as a rainbow...

It collided with Xiaoxiangzi's mourning stick.

There was a loud bang.

Qiu Chuji could not help but bleed from his palms, and was even more shocked. He thought to himself that he had been practicing hard all these years, so how come any one of the four people who came to attack him had an internal strength that was not inferior to his? Even... it seemed that he was slightly better than him?

"Hahaha, the Seven Quanzhen disciples are nothing but this, prepare to die!"

Xiaoxiangzi laughed triumphantly, and seeing that even Qiu Chuji, the strongest of the Seven Quanzhen disciples, was nothing but this, he was even more proud, and used the mourning stick as a spear, stabbing straight at Qiu Chuji's chest~!

Qiu Chuji gritted his teeth, knowing that Xiaoxiangzi's martial arts seemed to be far from the strongest among the four, and there was a more powerful King Jinlun who had not yet made a move. The Quanzhen Sect was really at the moment of life and death, and he could not care about his face and insist on fighting with others...

At that moment, he missed the attack and retreated quickly.

As soon as he stood in the position, six long swords were handed up at the same time, blocking the mourning stick.

With a bang.

As if hit by rotten cotton, Xiaoxiangzi's arm was numb, and his face suddenly changed slightly. He felt that the strength of the true energy transmitted from these six swords was even higher than Qiu Chuji's.

As soon as one sword came out, it seemed as if there was no need to recover, and another sword came... continuously.

At this moment, the mourning sticks were swung tightly, and the sound of weapons clashing was endless.

Just to receive a sword, the footsteps unconsciously took a step back...

Densely packed, 7749 swords were connected, and the wrist was almost too heavy to lift, and almost retreated from the Quanzhen Hall.

"Hahahaha... It seems that you can't do it, then get out of the way, don't block the way, I'm going to take the heads of the Seven Sons of Quanzhen."

Nimoxing had already rushed forward with a big laugh, rushing towards Ma Yu who was in the middle.

Although his legs were disabled, his speed was not slow at all...

And Yin Kexi was not willing to lag behind.

"Alas... Wuliang Tianzun."

Ma Yu sighed and said, "Let's set up the formation!"

The disciples around him immediately moved, and he also set up a formation, and even the momentum was better than Qiu Chuji.

At this time, in the dark.

Qu Wuyi's expression remained unchanged, but his pupils were full of admiration.

Without opening their mouths, the telepathic communication allowed the three people to communicate in their hearts without making any sound, and they sighed: "Tiangang Beidou is really powerful!"

"But something is wrong..."

Su Jing frowned, but he didn't even look at the three masters, his eyes were fixed on King Jinlun.

His face showed confusion.

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