Chapter 777 Coming!

Lu Jianfeng gritted his teeth and said: "This is the first time that our Wanjian Sect has been humiliated like this!

Now all the sects are laughing at us, saying that our Wanjian Sect is not worthy of being among the nine top sects!

Can you bear this humiliation?"

"We will never tolerate this kind of shame and humiliation!"

"We must get rid of this kid and restore the majesty of my Wanjian Sect!"

"This kid and everyone around him must be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts!"

"Master, please go down the mountain and kill this boy!"

"Master, I also ask for orders to come down the mountain!"

"Count me in!"

Everyone present stood up one after another, roared angrily, and shouted that they wanted to go down the mountain and kill Yang Luo.

Lu Jianfeng raised his hand and said: "Of course this kid must be eliminated, and he must be eliminated!

However, this kid is indeed very strong. If we send people down the mountain at will, it will only cause more casualties!"

"Jianfeng, let me go down the mountain this time!

If I cannot kill this son, I will never return to the mountain!"

Wearing a navy blue robe, a tall and thin old man with gray hair stepped out.

This old man is none other than Xiao Zhenyue, the fourth elder of the Wanjian Sect who "seals his throat with one sword"!

"Jianfeng, I also ask for your order to go down the mountain and kill this son to promote the power of my Wanjian Sect!"

Wearing a purple robe, a tall and tall old man with long gray hair tied behind his head came out.

This old man is none other than the fifth elder of the Wanjian Sect, the "Qiankun Heavy Sword" Wanqianbian!

"Jianfeng, I am also willing to go down the mountain and avenge the seventh, eighth and ninth junior brothers!"

An old man wearing a gray robe, slightly taller and with narrow eyes came out.

This old man is none other than Situ Kong, the Sixth Elder of the Wanjian Sect, the "Double Sword of Thunder and Fire"!

Lu Jianfeng looked at the three of them and said, "If the three elders are willing to go down the mountain, it will be easy to kill this kid!

However, to be on the safe side, I plan to send three thousand elite disciples to go down the mountain with the three elders!

Three elders, what do you think?"

Xiao Zhenyue said: "It's all up to you, Jianfeng!"

"good!"

Lu Jianfeng nodded and said: "Then these three thousand elites will be selected by three elders. You three elders will come down the mountain when you say!"

"no problem!"

Xiao Zhenyue, Wan Qianren and Situ Kong nodded.

"Hahaha, with three elders joining forces this time, plus three thousand elite assistants, this kid will definitely die even if he has three heads and six arms!"

"I've let this kid jump around for so long, he deserves to die!"

"Then I wish the three elders immediate success!"

"When the three elders return in triumph, we will hold a big banquet and celebrate!"

Everyone in the hall spoke out one after another, as if they had seen the scene of the three elders returning carrying Yang Luo's head.

However, at this moment!

"Report!"

A drawn-out voice came in.

Everyone turned around and saw a disciple running in in a hurry.

After the disciple came in, he bowed and said loudly: "Master, I have something urgent to report!"

"What's the matter?"

Lu Jianfeng frowned and asked.

The disciple replied: "Not long ago, a large number of people suddenly came to attack our Wanjian Sect!

Now our people have started a fierce battle with them!"

"What?! Someone is attacking our Wanjianmen?!"

"This is unreasonable, who is so bold!"

"Someone dares to attack our Wanjianmen. Is this crazy?!"

The faces of everyone present were full of disbelief.

You know, their Wanjian Sect is one of the nine top sects in the ancient martial arts world!

Even if it is ranked lower, it is not something that anyone can easily provoke!

What's more, he came to their mountain gate!

"Is this serious?!"

Lu Jianfeng also couldn't believe it.

The disciple replied: "Master, it's true, there's already a fight at the bottom of the mountain!"

"Asshole!"

Lu Jianfeng clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth and asked, "Who is attacking our Wanjian Sect?"

The disciple replied: "It seems to be people from the seven sects of Yanyue Sect, Shenlong Sect, Hunyuan Sect, Jujian Sect, Fulong Pavilion, Fenyan Sect and Fenglei Sect!"

"fart!"

Lu Jianfeng shouted angrily, with a look of disbelief on his face: "These seven trash sects dare to attack our Wanjian Sect, are you kidding me?"

"Did the sun rise in the west today?"

Deputy sect leader Qiu Guanjie also sneered, not believing it at all.

Even others present didn't believe it.

After all, the Yanyue Sect and other seven sects are not worth mentioning in their eyes.

When they stepped on these seven sects, they didn't even dare to fart.

And now these seven sects dare to attack them. Isn't this funny?

The disciple hurriedly replied: "Sect Master, Deputy Sect Master, Dharma Protectors, Elders, what I said is all true!

It’s really these seven sects that came to our door, and they gathered more than 20,000 people!”

"More than 20,000 people?!"

Lu Jianfeng's expression changed, he frowned and said, "Everyone, let's go and have a look with me!"

"yes!"

Everyone responded in unison.

Afterwards, Lu Jianfeng led everyone out of the hall...

At this time.

Outside the Eighteen Peaks of Wanjianmen.

A great war has begun.

It was a huge area of ​​darkness, and there were people everywhere at the foot of the mountain.

Cries of death, roars, and screams resounded endlessly.

Because Yang Luo and Xiang Kunlun led the seven sects, Wanjianmen was caught off guard.

Therefore, the war had just begun, and many of the disciples guarding the perimeter of the Eighteen Peaks of Wanjianmen had already died.

Many corpses had fallen on the ground, and the ground was stained red with blood.

"Brothers, kill with me!"

Bujie was like a wild horse running wild, roaring excitedly, holding a dragon-patterned Zen staff, and pushed forward!

He kept swinging the dragon-marked Zen staff, sending all the approaching Wanjianmen disciples flying away!

Some of the disciples who were thrown away died on the spot, while others, even if they were not dead, were seriously injured and could not get up.

"Who is this smelly monk? He is so powerful?"

"It looks like he is performing Shaolin martial arts. Could it be that he is from Shaolin?"

"Whoever he is, kill him quickly!"
To be continued...