In the courtyard of the Huamen General Helms, the King of Psychics collapsed on the ground and was already tied up. This time Yunqing was beaten unconscious by Ximen Lang, and several members of the Huamen stepped forward and tied him tightly with ropes.

Old Man Wuwu and Zhang Xiaofeng fought fiercely together. Both of them were masters of decision-making in the world, and their martial arts skills were unparalleled. For a while, it was difficult to tell the difference between their biological fathers, and the fight was inseparable.

The surrounding wind was surging, and the two figures were circling back and forth, which was dizzying. When the fight reached its peak, the two figures soared into the air and landed on the roof, continuing their life-and-death struggle.

Old Man Wuwu was secretly frightened. He did not expect that the enemy on the other side was so powerful and his martial arts skills were almost as good as his. Of course, Zhang Xiaofeng thought the same way and felt that currently, the opponent was the most powerful enemy he had ever encountered.

Zhao Yusen and other four Kunlun disciples are in an even more dangerous situation. Although they are all top-notch masters, Huamen is a land of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Not only are there Jiu Jue, Liu Kaifeng, Fatty Han and other hall leaders' martial arts have also advanced by leaps and bounds and are extremely powerful.

As the saying goes: "A good tiger can't fight a pack of wolves." Even if they support you hard, they can't change the adversity.

Not long after, Fatty Han was heard roaring, and the giant ax suddenly struck down. Kunlun's seventh disciple, Tornado Shi Dahan, hurriedly used the Yanling Saber to parry, only to hear a "rang" sound, and the Yanling Saber swung to the side.

Liu Kaifeng's chain knife and Xuanyuan Mo's green steel sword slashed at them at the same time, quickly escaping from the strong wind. Under the siege of the three strong men of the Huamen, Shi Dahan quickly became unable to do what he wanted, and could barely hold on for a moment. His movements were a little slow, and his left arm was struck by the chain knife.

, he howled like a beast in pain, "Ouch..."

Half of his arm fell to the ground, and his fingers were still trembling subconsciously. Shi Dahan's broken arm was bleeding profusely. He staggered and slashed out with a knife, hoping to be the last trapped beast to fight. Unexpectedly, an even greater disaster was waiting for him.

Xuanyuan Mo kicked the opponent and knocked the knife away from his hand. Fatty Han swung his giant ax to block him in the middle and shouted: "Go to hell!"

A shrill scream echoed in the yard. Shi Dahan was chopped into two pieces by a giant axe, and his bloody body fell to the ground.

When Zhao Yusen and others heard the voice of their junior brother, they glanced over and saw this tragic scene. They couldn't help but feel frightened and became confused when surrounded by everyone.

The old man Wuwu on the roof felt awe-inspiring. If this continues, wouldn't all my disciples be wiped out? Thinking of this, he shouted loudly: "Yumen, you guys retreat first..."

The Kunlun disciples were waiting for these words from their master. After hearing this, Zhao Yusen waved the judge's pen and fought with all his strength, forcing several people around him to retreat. He raised his left hand and launched more than a dozen hidden weapons including hand-slinging arrows.

A group of Huamen members hurriedly waved their weapons to block. Taking this opportunity, he jumped up and tried to escape.

Unexpectedly, a green figure suddenly appeared in front of him. The person who came was a Taoist priest. His face was as pale as a dead person. He was the zombie Taoist priest Lie Yangzi, one of the nine unique talents of the Huamen.

A voice like a broken gong sounded, "Where to run?" The zombie Taoist priest swung his long sword and stabbed towards him. Zhao Yusen stopped helplessly, swinging the judge's pen to fight...

Not far away, although the Kunlun sect's fifth murderer Hu Tianyi and the sixth Mo Qilin Ma Biao couldn't wait to escape, they were surrounded by a group of people, and all kinds of weapons were thrown at them, making them

Can't leave at all.

While they were fighting, a meteorite hammer appeared across the sky and hit Hu Tianyi on the back of the head, causing his brain to burst and he collapsed to the ground. He met the King of Hell with a death cry.

Fear flashed in Ma Biao's eyes, and he tried his best to resist everyone's attacks. Suddenly, a blue-black palm hit his back violently, and there was a bang, and the clothes on his back were shattered, and he appeared. A black handprint, spitting out blood, turned out to have been caught in the netherworld clutches of the flying bat Diao Yuanqian.

Severe pain hit him, as if his internal organs were all out of place. Ma Biao staggered two steps and just stood up, when Long Feiyu, another leader of the Huamen, slashed at him with a knife.

Silver light flashed, and a human head fell to the ground. The headless body shook, spurted out bright red blood, and fell to the ground with a plop. By this time, three Kunlun disciples had died here.

In the weapons depot in the distance, several members of the Huamen emerged from the iron gate. Each person carried a rocket launcher on their shoulders, aiming at the giant kite in the sky and pulling the trigger.

"Whoosh... whoosh... whoosh..."

A terrifying scream rang out, and several grenades flew into the air like life-threatening talismans from hell, hitting the kite.

"Boom, boom, boom..." The explosion was earth-shaking, fireballs appeared one after another, thick smoke billowed, and countless wreckage fell. Once this wonderful aircraft was destroyed, Kunlun disciple Yang Huating and a pair of twin boys inside were shattered into pieces and died. Here it is.

Old Man Wuwang's eyes were splitting, and he roared: "I will fight with you." He stepped up his offensive, flew up and down with his palms, and swept towards the enemy overwhelmingly.

Zhang Xiaofeng sneered, "Just accept your fate." He counterattacked without showing any weakness.

After a fight, both of them were hit by each other's fists and kicks. The clothes on their bodies could not withstand the almost inhumane beating and became tattered.

Although Old Man Wuwu is quite old, he has maintained a good figure through years of practice. His muscles are strong and shiny, and he is almost the same as a young adult.

The two were fighting in full swing when Zhao Yusen in the distance suddenly screamed, "Ah..." It turned out that he was outnumbered and was

Lieyangzi cut off his right arm. Covered in blood, he shouted in horror: "Master, save me..."

Old Man Wuwu was shocked. Among the group of disciples who followed him, except for the captured Yun Qing, this third disciple was the only one left. If they were killed again, wouldn't the whole situation be destroyed? In desperation, he did not dare to fight anymore. He jumped out violently and flew over like an eagle.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Xiaofeng shook his left wrist, and more than ten steel needles shot out, running towards the figure of the old man Wuwu.

Old Man Wuwu's kung fu was really good. It was as if there were eyes behind him. He quickly turned around and avoided the attack, causing all the steel needles to miss and fly forward.

Many members of the Huamen picked up their crossbows and pulled the trigger decisively, "Swish, swish, swish..."

Old Man Wuwu swung his legs back and forth quickly and kicked hard, kicking away all the hunting arrows that flew towards him. In an instant, he came to Lie Yangzi's side and kicked out as fast as lightning.

Lieyangzi screamed, his wrist was kicked, and the sword fell. He was shocked and retreated hurriedly.

Old Man Wuwu ignored him and grabbed Zhao Yusen, who was covered in blood, and flew towards the east.
Chapter completed!