My kung fu has been enlightened by myself

"here you go!"

Chen He has been paying attention to the battlefield, and seeing Zhang Ming, who has been forbearing, and the old man Weng Zhen tacitly played a wave of cooperation, which seems to have made a difference, he couldn't help shouting.

However, Wu Xiaolin, who was being pinched, made a choice in an instant, and a khaki aura bloomed on his body to protect him. The Crescent Moon Knife did not retract, but slashed forward.

The crackling fireball was split in half by the light of the knife, and then swept by the wind of the knife, it dissipated into the air like ashes.

Boom!
Zhang Ming's fist hit Wu Xiaolin's waist, passing through the heavy spiritual power barrier to resist, most of the strength was lost, and it did not cause much damage at all.

But at this time, Wu Xiaolin, who had freed his hand, slapped him on the face with his backhand, and actually sent him flying, his entire jaw was broken, and his mouth was foaming with blood.

This time, Zhang Ming really couldn't get up.

"Hahaha, you deceitful people, in front of Lao Tzu, are nothing more than chickens and dogs!" Wu Xiaolin laughed proudly, and walked towards Weng Zhen step by step with a knife in hand.

The pressure on the casual cultivators doubled, especially Weng Zhen, who was facing his power, hunched his back and stepped back a little bit.

"Master Wu, it's really amazing. Old man, I built up the strength in the middle stage, but I still can't bear the coercion of your realm. It seems that you are already a master in the late stage of foundation establishment." During Weng Zhen's speech, he had already retreated to the long-term stage. By the table, leaning against the table, there is no way to retreat.

Although there was a gap in the realm, the old man did not give up, talking only to delay time and secretly accumulate spiritual power.

Wu Xiaolin stopped in his tracks, pointing the blade at the old man, and said: "For the sake of casual cultivators and difficult cultivation, I will give you a chance, why don't you join me and destroy these bullshit sects!"

"Are you dreaming?" Weng really wanted to look like an idiot, and said: "Although the foundation building period is already an immortal teacher in the eyes of ordinary people, in the eyes of giants like Tianjianzong, it is nothing more than a small sparrow. How dare you think about it?" Destroying people? I think you are really crazy!"

Several members of Tianjianzong also wanted to laugh when they heard it, and they didn't understand where the bearded man got his confidence.

"The frog at the bottom of the well sits in the well and looks at the sky." Wu Xiaolin shook his head, the Yanyue Knife was raised high, and a layer of dark green flame suddenly burst out from the blade, exuding a strange and evil aura.

"Great changes are coming, only those who follow my master will have a way out!"

Wu Xiaolin proclaimed loudly, with a pious and morbid expression, the Yanyue knife slashed at Weng Zhen from a distance, and a pale yellow knife light flew out with dark green flames.

Weng Zhen, who was standing in front of him, was instantly chilled, and moved half of his body away with difficulty. The next moment, he heard a slap, his left arm was slashed by the light of the knife, and it was directly removed by his shoulders, while the long table behind him It was divided into two from the slate floor under the table, leaving a long and narrow pit burning with dark green flames.

The few rogue cultivators who were standing by the table just now were so frightened that they gave up and surrendered.

"Master Wu, don't kill me, I surrender!"

"I swear to follow Master Wu to the death."

Wu Xiaolin laughed with satisfaction, and asked complacently: "Weng Zhen, you are also the number one person who has been famous for many years, but you can't stop me, and this is just a little gift from my lord. Now you, right I am no threat!"

Then, he swept towards Chu Zhou again, and said with a sneer: "Boy, have you ever seen such a powerful sword light? No one in your Tianjian sect can do it. Now, do you dare to talk big in front of me?"

Wu Xiaolin enjoyed this feeling very much. In the past, he was chased by the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect and fled around like a dog. Today, he finally got some interest back.

It's like a cat playing with a mouse, this is the mentality of the strong.

"The frog at the bottom of the well." Chu Zhou pitied him inappropriately, but he just emitted a flash of saber light, but he was intoxicated as if turned upside down. Is this the limit of casual cultivator's imagination?
"What did you say?" Wu Xiaolin was furious, raised his hand and walked towards him, saying as he walked, "I've changed my mind, even if you are a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect and the delicacy that the master wants, I still want it Master will not blame me for scraping you one after another and bringing back a pile of fresh meat."

Chu Zhou noticed that he had already mentioned the master several times in a row, and there was another behind-the-scenes hiding elsewhere.

Can't help but think, is this "master" related to the sorcery of the man in the cloak? Is this the reason why Wu Xiaolin dared to resist the Heavenly Sword Sect?
call out!
A light blue fireball the size of a fist flew across, blocking Wu Xiaolin who was advancing.

Weng Zhen, who was missing an arm, showed his true skills, his whole body glowed with crimson spiritual power, and he held a fireball that was condensing and expanding in the heart of his right hand.

"I'll stop him, that brat of Jianzong that day, take Elder Chen and your fellow disciples to escape, and report the news to your elders as soon as possible. I hope everything will be done in time."

shhhhhh!
At this time, Weng Zhen exploded his potential with a secret method, turning his spiritual power into burning fireballs, and threw them wildly at Wu Xiaolin.

Wu Xiaolin danced the Yanyue Saber, although he defended against the fireball attack, these fireballs would explode when they came into contact with the light of his saber, he was quite embarrassed for a while, and it was really blocked by Weng Zhen.

"Master, I'll help you take down this kid."

The casual cultivator who surrendered knew that there was no turning back, and was eager to express himself, and was even more vicious than the original gangsters.

Chen He yelled at them, saying that these people had no integrity, and at the same time called his daughter and others to come back quickly. At this time, he couldn't believe the casual cultivators at all.

"If you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about no firewood. Young Xia Chu, let's go."

Chu Zhou looked around. It was a real life-and-death fight, only Zheng Shuo performed better. He had already defeated his opponent, but he just knocked him out. The others were still fighting hard and even fell into a disadvantage.

Fortunately, Elder Duan had the foresight, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible for them to return to the sect alive.

Bang!
Wu Xiaolin seized a gap in Weng Zhen's spellcasting and kicked him flying away. The old man's chest collapsed, several ribs were broken, and he was coughing blood and languishing on the ground.

The other casual cultivators who were still resisting all lost their confidence when they saw this scene. They could only run away if they didn't want to surrender.

The seven disciples of Tianjianzong approached him. At this time, the courtyard was full of enemies, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

Chen Jiayi, who didn't have much actual combat experience, almost threw up, and the others were not much better.

Their eyes were full of aggrievedness, they had lost the sharpness they had when they first came down the mountain, and even their confidence had been severely hit.

"Do you know where the gap is?" Chu Zhou stood upright, not caring about the enemy who attacked, and did not forget to guide: "Between life and death, you are timid, and your doubts about yourself prevent you from performing what you should have." Strength, you can't even defeat enemies weaker than you, how can you talk about fighting against the sky?"

"In the final analysis, you are still too weak! However, it doesn't matter, you still have time, as long as you can clearly recognize your own shortcomings, there is a possibility of improvement."

Chen Jiayi and the others felt ashamed when they heard the words. No one could remain indifferent in the face of life and death, but monks must overcome this instinct.

Indeed, as Chu Zhou said, if they were more confident and stronger, they would definitely be able to play a greater role, and they would not be forced to this point today.

But do they still have a chance?