For a moment, everyone rushed to Su Mu's location, some with knives, some poisoned people, some with ropes, and some small sects that had already had conflicts beat each other, but most of them had clear goals and rushed straight to Su Mu.

Suddenly, Su Mu closed his eyes and raised his lips slightly, "My heart is at peace." This is the last sentence Su Mu thought in his heart at the moment."

"Haha, give up? That's right, look at me..." Before the last sentence of his last sentence in this world was completed, a blue figure interrupted all this, and a huge murderous intent swept across it.

Anyone who rushed to the first group, closest to Su Mu, was swept across by this man with a strange spear, and blood splattered on the spot. Everyone was shocked by the sudden blow. He held a spear in his hand and slowly pointed it across everyone's face. Then he was slanted and floated on his waist.

"You go and do what you want to do, no one here disturbs you." Chu Zifeng said to him without looking back.

Then Su Mu said nothing and turned around and walked up the mountain. However, his expression was no longer so melancholy, but very warm. Su Mu walked to a secret realm and looked at Chu Zifeng quietly.

When the people below saw Su Mu leaving, they were furious with Cheng Yaojin, who had come out of the way, and they were in anger.

"This god-killing person is about to succeed, you..." An old man with white hair was so angry that he was "can't do it"

"What does young hero mean?" Master Du from the Emei Sect asked fiercely.

"Hahaha, can't you tell me? Then I'll tell you! I'm slaughtering dogs!" Chu Zifeng smiled to the sky and laughed.

"What an arrogant young man, it's easy to do this." The elder of the Kunlun Sect touched his beard with one hand and looked at Chu Zifeng squintly.

"Is that person Han Gu Chu Zifeng?" Someone seemed to recognize him in this crowded crowd.

Then someone shouted, "That person is Chu Zifeng! So arrogant."

The representatives of the six major sects were obviously a little surprised when they heard this name. They had heard of Chu Zifeng's reputation, being chivalrous and heroic, but they were a little human... but they were all right. If you put the reputation of the six major sects, you should be done.

"Please listen to my words, Young Master Chu, you..." Before the old monk finished speaking, he saw a white dot getting closer and closer. He looked carefully at the tip of the spear. Then the old monk suddenly retreated back, but the spear changed direction and slashed downwards.

"I thought Young Master Chu's gun was fired forever, but now I can't see it." The old monk was still proud, but he didn't notice that his cassock had been silently split in half. He could only see that an old monk with a light body was smug.

The raindrops in the sky hit the old monk's shoulders. The cold old monk shivered. He looked down and suddenly realized that he was like this. He was so angry that he was not angry.

"Take my golden pestle! Young man, today the old monk wants to teach you what respect is." After saying that, a few young monks came, "lifted" the golden pestle and put it in the old monk's hand.

"Hmph, come on, let me meet you later." After saying that, he rushed towards Chu Zifeng with a golden pestle. With a wave of the golden pestle, the golden ring on it was "rattled" and the wind around it was whistling, so majestic, sweeping towards Chu Zifeng's face.

With a "bang", the gun body and the golden pestle ran into a piece and splashed countless sparks.

Then, the old monk swung his left arm and swept his back to Chu Zifeng's face. Chu Zifeng raised his left hand and easily caught the fist. The next scene made the old monk and the people present stunned. Chu Zifeng's hand holding the spear rolled fiercely, and the spear spear turned wildly on the ground and rubbed wildly with the golden pestle.

The others were just different how Chu Zifeng did it, but only the old monk felt the strangeness. He only felt a force coming up with his right hand holding the golden pestle. He wanted to pull out the golden pestle, but he was sucked tightly from the gun body, trying to let go, but his right arm was uncontrollable.

With a "bang", the people present were stunned again. Chu Zifeng slapped the old monk and the golden pestle.

"If you take another step, I will kill you!" Although this sentence was said calmly, everything with endless murderous aura made the representatives of the six major sects feel a little scared.

"We have so many people, are you still afraid of him?" the group of people behind us cheered.

"Master, let's do this. Why don't my junior brothers and I go in and capture Su Mu? "The disciples led by Huashan Sect climbed to the ears of the leader Yang Yiqing and said.

"This is not appropriate. We are a well-known faction. Doing this will damage our reputation." Yang Yiqing said

"Everyone, how about this? Leave some people here and hold Chu Zifeng back. I will lead another group of people in to bring Su Mu out. After taking it out, we will decide who will take Su Mu away! How about it?"

"I have to do this, offend Young Master Chu," the old man in Kunlun Sect said in a silence.

Then, except for Yang Yiqing, the five leaders soared into the sky and rushed towards Chu Zifeng. Some gang leaders led their younger brothers to surround Chu Zifeng three circles inside and three circles outside. The remaining gangs and some foreign people rushed into the depths of Mulin.

"Since that's the case, then kill." After saying this, Chu Zifeng raised his spear, jumped up, waved his cold spear, and fought with the five leaders, with sword light and sword shadows.

The elder of the Kunlun Sect took the whisk and pulled forward with a "swish" sound, with extraordinary momentum. Unfortunately, Chu Zifeng used all his strength to completely lose his momentum. Wudang Dian Cang two represent one direct attack and the other side attack. The two swords can be said to be very tacit in cooperation, and the sword technique is even more superb. Then the Shaolin abbot, naked, his muscles are tight, and his fists are full of wind. Needless to say, you can feel the power in each move. There is also Master Du of the Emei Sect. Compared with other major sects, Master Du seems a little gentle, but this does not mean that she is weak. The sword wind brought by the pretty sword is the direction of Chu Zifeng's next move every time.

Looking at Chu Zifeng again, the spear was like a snake, sticking to several people tightly. He pulled the gun body hard and turned around. The tail of the spear attacked another person. Just as the man was about to defend himself, the spear was stabbed forward by him, attacking him like another person, as scared as a dragon. Faced with such a shot, the third elder of the Kunlun Sect could only hide, twisted his waist, rubbed the cold spear, which was different from his skin. A thin blood line appeared on the face of the third elder.

Just as the third elder was still frightened, Chu Zifeng stepped on his left foot and knocked the thin old man to the ground with one shot. He turned around and swept the spear. The other four people saw the force of a swing. The leader of the Wudang Sect, Deacon Liu, suddenly retreated and avoided the shot. However, Master Du was a woman after all, and she raised a pretty sword to try to block the shot. Who knew that with a "bang" sound, not only did the sword break, but the shot hit Master Du's waist. The abbot of Shaolin Dukong thought Master Du could block it, but before he could react, he flew together.

"Hahahaha" Chu Zifeng smiled arrogantly.

"Hmph, I'm not old and have good skills. Try my unique skills in the Cang Sect, Huifeng Biluo Sword Technique." After the third elder said that, the long sword danced, and the leaves on the ground actually danced with the sword wind.

Then the sword swung countless leaves at Chu Zifeng.

"Swoosh swish swish swish swish" Countless leaves flew towards Chu Zifeng, seemingly without any power, but there is endless murderous intent in it, and a wave of leaves floated by.

Chu Zifeng tried his best to dodge, but most of the scars on his body inevitably emerged.

Looking at Chu Zifeng, his hairband was cut off when he was avoiding the leaves. His long black hair scattered like a waterfall, draped on his shoulders, covering his face, and the people present shouted "victory".

Then a disciple of the Wudang Sect saw this scene and wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue it. He raised the long sword in his hand and rushed forward.

With a "puff", the others in the distance thought Chu Zifeng was dead, so they chased the deeper Mulin more unbridled. However, when they were running, a voice like a messenger who was seducing the souls of hell sounded, "I had no intention of killing you, but now you don't cherish that opportunity."

Everyone looked at the place just now and saw that the disciple of the Wudang Sect was like a pool of mud, pierced through his throat by a spear and carried it into the air. Then Chu Zifeng pulled out the spear and ran towards the person who had rushed into Mulin before.

"Follow, I must give this child a break today!" shouted the third elder of the Diancang Sect.

"Oh, you are a god-killer. If you dare to kill my disciples of Wudang Sect, I will never fight you today." Liu Changshan, the deacon of Wudang Sect, wanted to eat Chu Zifeng when he said this.

Seeing that Chu Zifeng was about to come to everyone, those people were just ready for the battle, Chu Zifeng jumped and said with a "bang", the people in the middle of the crowd had not even had time to shout that they had been killed. The broken pieces of soil on the ground were flying in the sky with human blood. Chu Zifeng turned sideways and turned his left pistol and his right pistol tail, flying in the crowd, opening and closing. Wherever he went, blood was everywhere. This time, Chu Zifeng lost his previous clever body skills and attacks, and was completely killing. Without any moves, the spear took human life like a crazy dragon. In an instant, the "people in the rivers and lakes" there began to become thin.

"Hahahaha! Are you worthy of the word "knight" in other people's mouths? "Is it worthy!" Chu Zifeng's clothes were covered in blood, soaked in the drizzle of rain, and his messy long hair made people feel scared from the bottom of their hearts. No one present dared to answer his words.

"Everyone, kill this madman with me." Deacon Liu from the Wudang Sect ran here and shouted as he ran.

When everyone saw that people from the six major sects were running towards this side, they immediately looked at Chu Zifeng and prepared to take action.
Chapter completed!