Fantasy: My Disciples Are All Protagonist Templates

The visitor is not kind, Chen Ge is not stupid.

Right now, Mo Feng's cultivation is at the third stage of the Transformation Stage, and it is obvious that he will crush the entire Xuantianzong monks.

The fact that Yellow River Valley could directly send this old monster out obviously did not intend to give Xuantianzong any room for negotiation.

"Haha, the Xuantian Sect at this time is indeed not qualified to negotiate with the Yellow River Valley, but Chen Zong mainly merged the Xuantian Sect into my Yellow River Valley, which is actually a good deal!"

Mo Feng swayed up and down the road, stepping on a lotus flower, staring at Chen Ge from above, with a pair of cloudy old eyes, and there was a hint of warning.

It seems that Xuantianzong has been regarded as something in his pocket.

Indeed, in the eyes of the Yellow River Valley, Xuantianzong is indeed a bit unbearable. Even the strongest elder Qing has just stepped into the stage of transformation.

Presumably it is only the first level of the transformation stage.

And what about their Yellow River Valley?
The background is deeper than that of Xuantianzong, and the flag of the Zongmen Alliance is still hanging, not to mention that Mo Feng himself is a strong man in the third stage of the transformation of the gods.

Take out Mo Feng alone, and there is no one in Xuantianzong who can beat him.

"Haha, which sect alliance is it really? Now that Rhubarb Linjian is threatening to sweep the entire Eastern Region, I didn't expect that there is still time to make a fuss!"

"It seems that my Xuantianzong was expelled from the Zongmen Alliance, and it is a blessing in disguise!"

Chen Ge laughed angrily.

Lin Jian is rumored to be a genius of swordsmanship in the Kaitian Sword Sect. He competed with one person in the wilderness, but he was crushed directly and almost shattered.

Indirectly, the Dao heart is broken.

In order to stabilize his Dao heart, this guy came to the weaker Eastern Region and kept destroying the Xiuxian sect in order to suppress his inner demons.

Unexpectedly, the Zongmen Alliance would rather watch the monks from outside to make trouble than ignore Xuantianzong.

This is a typical nest.

"You boy, don't talk nonsense, what does it matter if I come to the Xuantian Sect in the Yellow River Valley or not, and the alliance with that sect?"

Mo Feng said angrily, the Zongmen Alliance sent them out to deal with these disobedient Zongmen, the benefit lies in them, he can't admit it.

"I have a sword, do you dare to take it?"

Chen Ge snorted, he still has a god-level sword skill, the sword to hold Tianhua, which has never been used.

Now his cultivation base has reached the tenth level of the Nascent Soul Stage, and he is only a short distance away from stepping into the Transformation God Stage.

The tenth stage of the Nascent Soul Stage is also known as the half-step transformation of the gods.

I believe that with Chen Ge's background, it is not a problem to use this sword to trap this old monster.

"Hahaha, why not? You kid is only at the fourth stage of the Nascent Soul Stage. Let alone your sword attack, even if your elder Qing is here, I will definitely not be afraid, old man!"

Mo Feng dismissed it, and laughed wildly, staring at Chen Ge with a pair of cloudy old eyes, thinking that the kid had lost his mind.

"Fool, I will cheat you to death!"

Chen Ge thought this way in his heart, but he said in his mouth: "Success or failure depends on one action. If you take this sword and survive, I, Xuantianzong, will offer it with both hands!"

"Okay! It's a deal. If you dare to break your word, I will definitely slaughter the entire Tianxuanzong!"

Mo Feng said briskly, and immediately drove a green lotus up and approached.

"a man of his words!"

Chen Ge condensed his voice, and at the same time drew out a seven-star sword, continuously pouring spiritual power into the sword, and under the continuous input, the sword body of the seven-star sword was ringing in the sky.

It is a god-level sword skill, the sword pulls Tianhua.

buzz~
The terrifying sword sound was sharp and clear, resounding for ten miles around, reaching everyone's eardrums.

"This son's swordsmanship is so strange."

Mo Feng was taken aback, but he couldn't go back on the bet he had already made with Chen Ge.

In his eyes, Chen Ge is just a monk at the fourth level of the Nascent Soul stage.

And what about him?
But at the third stage of the transformation stage, a large group of Nascent Soul stage monks can be knocked down with one hand on weekdays.

What's wrong with blocking this son's sword?

"The sword pulls Tianhua!"

A terrifying sword intent shot up into the sky, and Chen Ge grasped the hilt of the Seven Star Sword with both hands, as if his arms were about to be shattered.

boom--

With a single swing of the sword, a terrifying sword light shattered and destroyed Mo Feng, sweeping up an unstoppable hurricane.

At this moment, it was as if time stood still.

Of course, before this sword attack, Chen Ge had already secretly drawn out the Tianyu Dilingtu, restraining the entire space.

Including the old monster Mofeng who is in the third stage of the transformation stage in front of him.

"I admit that the suzerain of Tianxuanzong is not as miserable as the outside world has said, but that's all!"

"Humph!"

With a shout, Mo Feng, the old monster, wanted to raise his hand arrogantly, attacking with a sword energy, and neutralized Chen Ge's sword.

But unfortunately, he soon discovered that his arms were not controlled by him at all, and the spiritual power on his body could not be guided either.

Can only stand in vain, as a living target.

No wonder, the entire space has already been suppressed by the Tianyudilingtu drawn out by Chen Ge secretly.

Even the old monster Mofeng in the stage of transforming gods is no exception.

"what!"

Mo Feng looked terrified, staring at Chen Ge's attacking sword with some fear.

Although Chen Ge's sword is not enough to kill him, but this sword technique is so terrifying, if he stands upright and continues, he will only fear that his vitality will be seriously injured.

boom!
The moment Jian Guang touched the old monster Mofeng, there were bursts of terrifying ripples in the space.

With the old monster Mofeng as the center, waves of aftermath swept in all directions.

As a result, some disciples of the Yellow River Valley who were close at hand lost their lives in the aftermath, screaming incessantly.

As for Mo Feng himself, he was thrown out by heavy blows, and a deep ditch of tens of thousands of meters was pulled out on the ground, and he was in a panic.

quiet!
The audience was silent, and one after another glanced at Chen Ge, with confusion in their eyes.

Isn't this suzerain a stupid suzerain who only drives away the disciples of the sect?
Why is it so terrifying now?
Chen Ge stood with his sword in his hand, keeping silent, his eyes not squinting, just staring straight at the direction where Mo Feng, the old monster, fell out.

From time to time, I saw a swaying figure coming from Yu Kong, stepping on a lotus flower, wearing tattered clothes, looking in a state of embarrassment.

It was Mofeng.

"Little friend, the old man is not dead, don't forget the bet between us!"

Mo Feng gritted his teeth and came to the sky above Chen Ge, gritted his teeth, and then with a wow, a mouthful of blood spewed out from his mouth.

"Fool!"

With a thought in his mind, Chen Ge immediately activated the Zongmen's guardian formation, blasting Mo Feng and others out.

It is the seven-element guardian array.

There are a total of seven protections in this array, and the current position is the fifth of the seven restrictions.

As soon as the formation was activated, the old monster was immediately thrown out of two restrictions, and was directly isolated from the seventh restriction.

"You, I, the Yellow River Valley, are incompatible with your Xuantian Sect!"

With the sudden change, Mo Feng realized that he had been tricked by Chen Ge.

Why can't you die with a single sword, Xuantianzong offered it with both hands.

Any gentleman who says a word is hard to follow is a liar.

He was roaring, heart-piercing roaring, blood was still overflowing from the corner of his mouth, his hair was disheveled, and he looked like a madman.