As if aware of the malice released from the purple-haired man, Ghost Mandrill suddenly raised his head, grinned, and stared back without fear.
"You're so young, you actually dare to challenge me Zi Ye."
The purple-haired man licked his lips, a hint of evil flashed in his eyes, and slowly clenched his right hand into a fist, "Interesting!"
"Elder Ziye, these people are young, but most of them have spiritual cultivation. They are very evil." A tall, thin, middle-aged man with long arms and legs beside him seemed to have no intention of starting a war.
I couldn't help but exhorted: "Our strength is greatly reduced now, there is no need to fight with them here."
"Qiao Dahui, who gave you the courage to tell me what to do?"
Unexpectedly, Ziye did not listen to the dissuasion at all, but instead sneered and said, "Besides, you idiot, can't you see that the monster just now was not on the same page as them?"
Qiao Dahui seemed to be extremely afraid of Zi Ye. Seeing that he was determined to take action, he obediently stepped aside and said nothing.
"Kill all the men."
The ferocious light in Ziye's eyes became even more intense, and he shouted softly to the people around him, "Take the girl back to play for two days, then she will be sent to the Chi tribe after her cultivation is broken!"
As soon as he said these words, a fierce light suddenly shot out from Ghost Mandrill's eyes, and black flames suddenly surrounded his body, and the heat wave filled the sky, as if he had been touched by an evil dragon with reverse scales, erupting with an unimaginable terrifying aura.
"Protect her!"
He uttered these four words coldly, not knowing who he was talking to. Then he kicked his feet, and his whole body turned into a black shadow. He clenched his fist with his right hand and punched Zi Yedang's chest fiercely.
They actually used offense instead of defense and launched a surprise attack first.
“The mantis is trying to act like a chariot, and he overestimates his own capabilities!”
A strange color flashed in Ziye's eyes, and then he smiled ferociously, and waved his arms to greet him. The surface of his fist was wrapped in a purple aura, exuding bursts of strange aura.
"boom!"
The fists of the two men collided together, and a loud noise erupted, and violent air waves surged in all directions. The terrifying momentum even forced several other elders of the "Seven Star Pavilion" around them to take a few steps back.
"Are you from the 'Dark Temple'?"
Feeling the hot breath of the black flame on the surface of the opponent's fist, Ziye's complexion changed, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he blurted out.
"This little brother, are you from the 'Dark Temple'?"
Qiao Dahui, who was next to him, looked happy and quickly advised, "That's really a flood that has washed away the Dragon King Temple. My family doesn't recognize my family. It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"
Is he from the "Dark Temple"?
Hearing the words of Zi Ye and Qiao Dahui, Ran Sujuan's pretty face turned pale, and her heart suddenly rose to her throat.
Among the seven holy places in the past, "Wen Dao Academy" and "Dark Temple" were one good and one evil. It can be said that they were two extremes, and their relationship was naturally very bad.
When she thought that Ghost Mandrill might belong to the hostile forces of "Wen Dao Academy", she felt a pain in her heart for no reason.
"Dark Temple?" Unexpectedly, Ghost Mandrill twisted his neck in an extremely arrogant manner and grinned, "I've never heard of it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he swung his fist up again and punched Ziye in the face.
At the same time, two huge black divine dragons with ferocious flames suddenly appeared in the sky. Breathing flames, baring their teeth and claws, they fiercely pounced on the two "Seven Star Pavilion" elders beside them.
Despite being outnumbered, he was not timid, but instead took the initiative to attack multiple enemies, actually assuming a posture of fighting against more than ten people at the same time with his own strength.
"Spiritual Devouring Flame Dragon Kill!"
The moment he saw the black flame dragon, the expression of an elder from the "Seven Star Pavilion" changed drastically, and he exclaimed, "You also said that you are not from the 'Dark Temple'!"
He seemed to have some understanding of the power of "Soul-Eating Flame Dragon Kill". He exerted force on his feet and retreated backwards without any hesitation, without the slightest thought of resisting.
Seeing that he had successfully escaped from the attack range of the "Soul-Eating Flame Dragon Killer", and that the black dragon seemed to have exhausted its momentum and could no longer move forward, the tension in his eyes eased slightly, and he felt a little relaxed.
However, the seemingly helpless black dragon raised its head unexpectedly, jumped forward suddenly, and bumped into him without any hesitation.
"ah!"
Along with a piercing scream, the "Seven Star Pavilion" elder was instantly surrounded by terrifying black flames. His whole body quickly turned into fly ash, leaving only charred bones with white smoke falling from the air.
It came down and scattered all over the floor.
At almost the same moment, another fat elder was bitten hard by the second black dragon, and was reduced to ashes under the terrifying black flames. The bones that fell down seemed to be longer and thicker.
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"Shuigu, Itou!"
Seeing the death of two of his companions at the hands of Ghost Mandrill, Qiao Dahui couldn't help showing sadness on his face, and angrily scolded Ghost Mandrill, "What a 'Dark Temple', is this how you treat your allies?"
"Didn't I say that?" Ghost Mandrill killed two Holy Land Spiritual Lords with one move, but there was no trace of pride on his face. He just said with a ferocious smile, "I have never heard of the 'Dark Temple'!"
"I heard that there is a defected disciple in the 'Dark Temple'. He has killed many fellow disciples who were chasing him, but he has not been caught yet." An idea flashed in Zi Ye's mind, and he suddenly said loudly, "Is it you?"
Ghost Mandrill sneered and didn't answer, just focused on attacking with his fist.
"Ha, ha, ha, what an idiot!" Zi Ye knew that he was right, so he dodged and laughed, "Looking at your skills, you should have killed many righteous people in the 'Dark Temple' before, right?
Even if you defect, do you think the Wen Dao Academy will accept you?"
The mandrill remained unmoved at all and continued to chase and beat him with his fists like the wind.
"Now you will be hunted by the 'Dark Temple', and you will not be welcomed by the 'Wen Dao Academy'." Zi Ye continued to laugh wildly, "You dare to offend our Seven Star Pavilion. From now on, the world will never be the same again."
There is no place for you!"
"I don't care!"
Ghost Mandrill coldly snorted, his tiger body shook, and two arrogant black fire dragons appeared next to him again, galloping towards the other two "Seven Star Pavilion" elders.
He actually planned to fight one against ten and fight all the enemies alone.
It turns out that he has betrayed the "Dark Temple"!
Hearing that he didn't deny it, Ran Sujuan felt relaxed for some reason and actually felt a little happy.
Qiao Dahui had a calm personality and was good at analysis. Seeing that the ghost mandrill was brave and good at fighting, forcing Zi Ye and the other elders to retreat step by step, he rolled his eyes and suddenly fell on Ran Sujuan and others below.
Got it!
Recalling the words "protect her" that Ghost Mandrill said before taking action, Qiao Dahui's eyes lit up and he seemed to understand something.
"Border-breaking kick!"
He suddenly stretched out his right leg and made a flying kick towards Ran Sujuan and others below.
I saw a golden long spiritual leg extending along the sole of his foot. It stretched longer and longer, and instantly turned into a long leg of tens of feet. It stepped hard in the direction of Ran Sujuan,
The momentum was so strong that it seemed as if it was about to break through the void.
Looking at the long golden legs coming in front of her, Ran Sujuan couldn't help but feel a deep sense of powerlessness in her heart.
The speed of this leg was extremely fast, and its power was earth-shattering. She couldn't hide or hide, couldn't carry it, and couldn't think of any other idea except despair.
"careful!"
Shi Xiaolong was the first to react, quickly pulled out his sword, and stabbed the long golden leg hard, "Nine Styles of the Iron Sword!"
"boom!"
However, his "supreme spiritual skill" passed down from the gods could not even resist Qiao Dahui's kick. He was kicked until he rolled several times and hit a house behind him, directly smashing the wall.
A large human-shaped hole was smashed into the face.
Why?
Why is my talent so dull?
I clearly have the inheritance of the gods, but why can’t I understand its secrets?
I'm so useless!
Shi Xiaolong felt extremely disappointed and felt both annoyed and anxious about not being able to exert the true power of the "Nine Styles of the Iron Sword".
From the beginning to the end, he never considered that the problem might lie in the spiritual skills passed down from the gods.
"You coward, what's the point of bullying a woman?"
Ghost Mandrill had also noticed Qiao Dahui's intentions, and a strong murderous intention flashed in his eyes. He was about to return to rescue Ran Sujuan, but Ziye suddenly struck like lightning and counterattacked frantically, forcing him to panic and become extremely irritable.
Qiao Dahui saw that his first move was interfered with and failed to hit the target, so he decisively kicked out again, hitting Ran Sujuan's position.
This time, the long golden legs condensed by spiritual power are faster and more powerful. The moves obviously contain the intention of killing.
Ran Sujuan was about to dodge, but she felt a terrifying aura coming over her head. Her delicate body froze and she was unable to move. She could only watch as her long legs fell down on her head, without the slightest resistance.
Although Liu Tiedan wanted to rescue his master, he only had the Human Wheel cultivation level. Not to mention taking action against the Spirit Lord, it was difficult for him to see even Qiao Dahui's kick.
"Miss Ran, be careful!"
Seeing that Ran Sujuan was about to die under this powerful "boundary-breaking kick", Wang Yutou, who had been silent all the time, suddenly shouted loudly, and a force surged up from nowhere in his body, and he suddenly pulled out the The golden scissors made by Xiaowan used all the spiritual energy in her body to cut the long legs severely.