The arrows gathered with divine light fell like a rainstorm, covering the people from the front door of the Gods. Dozens of arrows appeared in front of no one.
"Puff puff puff..."
Arrows pierce the flesh and blood, and blood spills into the sky.
No one is spared. No one can escape under such a dense rain of arrows, so he can only fight with all his might.
However, no one had dozens of arrows in front of him, which could not be stopped at all. The sound of arrows piercing through flesh and blood mixed together, and it was extremely shrill. The people in the Swordsmen suffered heavy damage, and people kept falling down. The void fell into a pool of mud on the ground.
In the end, there were only three or four people who could still face the air. All the remaining people were corpses, many of them were not even corpses, only a pile of mud left.
"Huh, this time the outbreak was too fierce," Fang Chong shook his painful arm, and was shocked to find that his arms were swollen. It would be much easier to pull the sun-shooting bow with his physical strength, but the sun-shooting bow was the same. After all, it is an immortal soldier, and such a high-intensity shot of the bow is also a huge damage to his arm.
Fang Chong didn't care about this issue. Compared with the people from the Swordsmen, he could only be considered tickling at this point.
The group of people were all dumbfounded. No one expected that such a result would be. Zhu Lun and Xu Changyun widened their eyes and stared at Fang Chong with expressions of looking at the monster. Their throats moved, and they could only swallow them hard. Spit, no words.
Bai Xiaosheng was very calm, with a cold smile on his lips, thinking to himself: "This time the magic gun gate should be restrained. If it doesn't work, I will only use a trick."
In fact, all this is in his and Fang Zhong's plan. Now that the imperial city is in chaos, they will sooner or later face the challenges and pursuits of the younger generation of experts. Instead of waiting for others to come to the door, it is better to take the initiative to attack. As for the target So, there is nothing more suitable than the Sharp Gate.
"Let's go,"
Fang Chong greeted him, looked at the remaining disciples of the Sword Sect coldly, turned around and left, and Zhu Lun and the other two followed him, showing off their power.
This time they did not return to Yunyu Palace. Today's incident was a bit big. The magic gun sect killed more than ten young disciples at the high level of the Kong Yuxing Realm. They would not give up. If they still stay here, they would not be able to send an older person. The characters come.
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Dingjian Pavilion is located southwest of the imperial city, with continuous mountains towering into the clouds, like a large tripod and a divine sword located on the earth, with a majestic momentum.
It was Fang Chong's first time to come to Dingjian Pavilion, but when he walked into Dingjian Pavilion, he felt something strange. The bronze ancient tripod in his dantian suddenly throbbed at this moment, and the buzzing sound was rumbling, and the divine light was above it. As the flow of flows, the quaint lines suddenly became much clearer.
"Is this ancient bronze tripod related to Dingjian Pavilion?" Fang Zhong thought in his heart, but there was no strange look on the surface, and followed Zhu Lun towards a tripod-shaped mountain range.
The mountains are like tripods, located on the earth, as if they have existed since the creation of the world. They are majestic and magnificent, with a faint chaotic and hazy aura.
"This is the mountain gate of our Ding Sect," Zhu Lun introduced before, looking a little lonely. "I think our Ding Sect was also very prosperous at the time, but now..."
At that time, the Dingjian Pavilion Ding Sect was prosperous and its magical skills were unparalleled. It was one of the best super forces in the entire Qin Dynasty. Even compared with the Primitive Sect, the Yiyuan Sect was not much inferior. However, the years passed, everything was different. The once prosperous tripod was once in the middle of the throne. The sect has now become a wasteland.
Walking in the mountains of Dingzong, the bronze ancient tripod in Fang Chong's dantian became more and more throbbing, and waves of buzzing almost penetrated his body.
This made him more and more believe that the ancient bronze tripod in his dantian must have a mysterious relationship with the Ding Sect.
The mountains of Dingzong are lush, with green trees and red flowers, and are full of enchanting, but there are few people. There are only ancient buildings bustling with them. Many places are deserted and overgrown with weeds. It seems that no one has lived in it for many years. Only from those quaint buildings can we see the prosperous scene back then.
Zhu Lun is very familiar with Dingzong. He took Fang Chong and others through the mountain streams, and finally arrived at a palace on the top of the mountain. He pointed to the towering and ancient palace and said, "This is the Shenwu Hall of our Dingzong, our Dingzong All the lineage lives here now.”
Dingzong has declined and has few people. Originally, the entire mountain range was full of people, but now it only needs a Shenwu Hall to live in.
"It is simple and grand, majestic, and the Shenwu Hall is indeed a bit extraordinary," Bai Xiaosheng said with a sharp look.
"That's of course. I think the Divine Martial Hall was the holy land of our Dingjian Pavilion. It was protected by the ancient divine formation. Even the masters in the realm of heaven and man dared not act here." Zhu Lun's face was full of spirit, as if he had returned to the Dingzong. During the prosperous years, he pointed to the Shenwu Hall and said, "The divine formation in front of the Shenwu Hall was hidden, and the sky was reflected. Even the old man Su from the Primitive Sect Yiyuan Sect had to behave properly here."
"It's a pity that the divine formation is now abandoned, and this Divine Martial Hall is no longer as powerful as it used to be," Zhu Lun sighed, his voice a little sour.
The Dingjian Pavilion Divine Martial Arts Hall did leave a lot of glory, but with the loss of the Dingzong's divine arts, the formation scrolls and sealing methods of the Dingwu Hall were also lost. By now, the divine formations of the Dingwu Hall have almost disappeared. It is difficult to recreate the style of the past.
The group was a little silent and did not speak, and followed Zhu Lun into the Shenwu Hall.
The moment he stepped into the Shenwu Hall, Fang Chong felt the bronze ancient tripod in the Daodan field suddenly appear, and the patterns on it appear, as if it was about to rush out.
He felt aroused in his heart, but he did not rashly sacrifice the bronze ancient tripod, but instead used its breathing technique to cover up the aura of the bronze ancient tripod.
The master who had visited Zhu Lun and several remaining elders of Dingzong in the Shenwu Hall, the four of them came to Zhu Lun's residence together.
"Don't worry, those guys in our Dingjian Pavilion dare not do anything randomly," Zhu Lun laughed and waved his hand proudly.
His residence is also very simple. The entire Shenwu Hall is an old house left ten thousand years ago. It smells like vicissitudes from the inside out. Fortunately, there are some formations and restrictions to bless them, even if thousands of years have passed, This Shenwu Hall is still well preserved.
Fang Chong was relieved when he heard Zhu Lun say this and smiled and said, "I'll trouble you,"
"You'll be dissatisfied with each other," Zhulun laughed. "You can live here with peace of mind, I'll have everything,"
"Well, I thought that although the Sword Sect was arrogant, it wouldn't be able to hit Dingjian Pavilion, haha..." Bai Xiaosheng also smiled.
They came to Dingjian Pavilion to avoid the counterattack of the magic gun gate, but they did not hide all the time, but went out as soon as the limelight passed. There must be many people looking for them outside, so it is impossible to hide all the time, and Dingjian Pavilion is not Probably protecting them forever.
Not only that, Fang Zhong was worried about whether it would cause any trouble to Dingjian Pavilion Ding Sect.
After all, the Ding Sect is no longer the Ding Sect that was originally. The Ding Sect has never had the courage to put pressure on the Ding Sect, and it will implicate Zhu Lun at that time.
The thought was still in Fang Chong's heart, and there was already noise outside. Several streams of light cut through the void and landed at the door of the Shenwu Hall.
"What's going on?" Zhu Lun frowned and walked out to ask. He came back soon, with a little gloomy expression.
Seeing Zhu Lun's expression in his eyes, Fang Chong and Bai Xiaosheng, Xu Changyun looked at each other and said, "Old Zhu, what happened,"
Zhu Lun waved his hand and squeezed out a smile and said, "It's okay, it's from the Sword Sect. These people like to come and cause trouble if they have nothing to do. Just get rid of it."
"Oh, by the way, since I've come, I'll take you to visit our Ding Sect," Zhu Lun came forward, taking Fang Chong and others to the deepest part of the Shenwu Hall.
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At this time, the noise at the entrance of the Shenwu Hall was getting louder and louder, and even disputes arose.
A young man carrying a long sword stood proudly at the door of the Shenwu Hall, with his neck facing the sky, and said, "Uncle Zhu, I have made it clear that the conflict between the Sword Gate and those people has nothing to do with us, and you don't need to protect them, It's not good for your Dingzong,"
The people around the young man also began to help, saying, "Yes, our Sword Sect is very singular, and we don't want you to suffer unintentional disasters,"
"Uncle Zhu, why are you so stubborn? Those kids have nothing to do with you, and they didn't let us hand over Zhulun. Just turn a blind eye,"
"Yes, why bother to oppose the Sword for a few outsiders? If we are implicated by this, it is not said that the charge of Dingjian Pavilion is implicated,"
Several young disciples of the Dingjian Pavilion Sword Sect raised their necks high and showed their aura. Although they spoke of uncles at once, they did not show any respect for their appearance.
The uncle Zhu in their mouth is Zhu Lun's master Zhu You. Zhu Lun is an orphan. He was raised by his master since he was a child and followed his master's surname. The two have been with him for so many years and have long been like father and son. It can be said that Zhu You is Zhu Lun's only relative in the world.
Zhu You is very rich, with a big belly and a shiny head. Only a few sparse hairs hanging behind her head. She looked a little listless and whispered: "No, those people were brought back by Zhu Lun, that is, our Dingjian Pavilion. How can you hand it over to the Sharp Gate?"
"Uncle Zhu, you are wrong. You are a guest of your Ding Sect, and it has nothing to do with our Sword Sect," the young man from the Sword Sect opposite couldn't help but sneer.
Their Sword Sect is at its peak and has long stopped taking Ding Sect seriously.
Zhu You's expression stagnated, and he held back all the words he had prepared. At this moment, he missed the glory of Dingzong back then. At that time, no one dared to talk to him like this, and no one dared to be so useless in front of the Shenwu Hall. Good, but now, everything is gone.