Heaven Reward and Punishment Group

Chapter 585
Jin Fucai persuaded Liang Jiasheng to surrender.

Liang Jiasheng scoffed at Jin Fucai's statement, and grinned disdainfully: "Feng Qingshan is incompetent, he has magic power and doesn't know how to operate. If I had the skills he had back then, I would definitely develop vigorously. Look at you Taoist priests, which one is not lecherous? If he was willing to Seduce the various sects with beauty, today the Shuangji Cave must be Linhai, no, the number one sect of the Northern Taoist sect!"

Jin Fucai grinned dismissively: "Wishful thinking."

Liang Jiasheng smiled, pointed at the bloody Xie Yuanchang, and said, "Oh? Really?"

Jin Fucai looked back at Xie Yuanchang, his face became even more ugly, and said: "My apprentice is a young man, and I am an old man, so I am not afraid of these things!"

Liang Jiasheng laughed loudly: "Really? Zhou Haikang is more than 80 years old, and he is more energetic than a young man in my mandarin duck pool, hahahahaha!"

The men and women behind Liang Jiasheng also burst into laughter.

Jin Fu just heard it, huh?Zhou Haikang is here too?

"Zhou Haikang's sneak attack on Zheng Daosheng has already been expelled, and he came to you when he had nowhere to go. This is enough to show that your place is a place where filth is hidden!"

Liang Jiasheng shook his head: "These words, you go to hell and reason with Zhou Haikang slowly!"

After finishing speaking, Liang Jiasheng waved his flute and rushed towards Jin Fucai.

Jin Fucai also greeted him with wooden sticks. Both of them were very old, but they didn't look like old people at all when they moved their hands. They moved back and forth nimbly like monkeys.

After fighting for more than a dozen moves, the two jumped away. Liang Jiasheng sneered and played the flute.

The sound of the flute seemed to have a magical power, and Jin Fucai felt that his eyes were hazy. When he looked up, his eyes were full of beautiful women. Even if the old man had a strong heart, he was still dazzled.

Liang Jiasheng played the flute halfway, and suddenly the hole of the flute aimed at Jin Fucai, and a golden needle sounded with a whoosh.

Jin Fucai's eyes were blank, and he was about to be hit, but suddenly regained his senses, flicked the whip in his hand, and sent the golden needle flying.

Liang Jiasheng was very surprised when he saw Jin Fucai come back to his senses. He looked at Jin Fucai with great interest and said with a smile, "This way you can come back to your senses? Are you a man?"

Jin Fucai pouted contemptuously, and said arrogantly: "The love between men and women is short-lived, vulgar and filthy."

Liang Jiasheng grinned at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were cold: "Really?"

The flute sounded again, Jin Fucai waved his hand, and Xie Yuanchang's drum flew into his hand, bang bang bang bang.

"Cover your ears!"

Jin Fucai was afraid that his disciples would not be able to withstand it, so he turned around and reminded.

The disciples suddenly came back to their senses and covered their ears.

The sound of the drums and the flute was very discordant, and a duet played, Jin Fucai sneered: "Your trick is useless to me!"

Seeing this, Liang Jiasheng put away his flute, flicked his sleeves, revealing a pair of iron hooks, shining, and then spun his body like a spinning top, his fighting skills were exactly the same as Han Xinlei's, and fought in Jin Fucai's direction.

Jin Fucai raised the wooden stick and rattled it. He originally thought that an inch was long and an inch was strong, but he didn't expect Liang Jiasheng to be so flexible. thrown out.

Liang Jiasheng chased after him, and the iron hook tore through Jin Fucai's clothes. Jin Fucai drew out his whip, cracked, and fought several rounds with the iron hook.

The whip restrained the iron hook better, and after a few strokes, the whip entangled the hook, and the two fought hard.

Jin Fucai was older than Liang Jiasheng, and Liang Jiasheng practiced the art of making peace between men and women, which had a great effect on tempering the body. His strength was much stronger than Jin Fucai's. When he pulled hard, the whip fell out of his hand.

"Hahahaha!"

Seeing this, Liang Jiasheng hooked Jin Fucai's neck again without saying a word.

Jin Fucai raised a flag and waved it at Liang Jiasheng.

Liang Jiasheng felt that the surrounding wind was blowing up, and an inexplicable force pushed him away and landed in the distance.

Liang Jiasheng stared at the banner in Jin Fucai's hand for a while, then showed a fan and waved it in Jin Fucai's direction.

Jin Fucai raised the flag and ordered, and the two winds collided.

The sound of the wind was mixed with the looming cry of a kid and the scream of a woman. It was much more powerful than the fight between Xie Yuanchang and Han Xinlei. The other people present couldn't bear it anymore, and they covered their ears with painful expressions on their faces.

Jin Fucai grinned, picked up the flag and waved it at Liang Jiasheng a few times, a sinister wind blew up, small whirlwinds pinched the turf and leaves on the ground, hit Liang Jiasheng's direction, and surrounded him.

Seeing this, Liang Jiasheng raised his fan and waved it around.

The little whirlwind was indeed blown away a little, but some of it still affected Liang Jiasheng.

"what!"

I heard Liang Jiasheng screaming in pain, there were several inexplicable wounds on his body, and blood flowed out. The wind was as sharp as a knife, and Liang Jiasheng was blown to pieces.

Seeing that the attack had succeeded, Jin Fucai laughed loudly, pointed his hand at the ground, and the whip flew towards him. He stretched out his hand and swung it.

"As a cook, how big a storm can you make?"

Jin Fucai came to Liang Jiasheng and taunted him face to face.

Liang Jiasheng and Jin Fucai looked at each other with sarcasm in their eyes.

"what!"

Jin Fucai screamed suddenly, and looked down, Liang Jiasheng was holding an iron hook, the tip had already pierced his ribs, blood was flowing, and the wound on Liang Jiasheng's body was recovering at an incredible speed.

"Master!"

When the disciples saw that the master had been plotted against, they yelled loudly, ready to rush forward.

"Hey!"

Jin Fucai is also a ruthless person, with an iron hook stuck in his stomach, he still has the strength to wave the banner in his hand. A gust of wind is so close that Liang Jiasheng cannot avoid it.

"Ah~"

Jin Fucai and Liang Jiasheng uttered a scream at the same time. Liang Jiasheng hooked off a piece of meat from Jin Fucai's belly and pulled the hook off forcefully. Blood poured out.

Both of them suffered losses, and Jin Fucai's disciples rushed forward: "Array!"

Liang Jiasheng retreated to his disciples, seeing Jin Fucai's disciples forming a formation, he reluctantly commanded: "Harmony formation, get up!"

Jin Fucai's disciples also shouted loudly: "Shulong array!"

The disciples of the two sects formed formations respectively, like two spinning tops rolling over each other, shouting for killing and shaking the sky in an instant, only the sound of gold and stone colliding could be heard.

The Shulong Formation of Jin Fucai's disciples is the mountain-protecting formation of their sect, which is both offensive and defensive, and airtight.

The disciples of the Shuangji Cave formed a harmony formation, male and female partners, the disciples were mesmerized in the formation, emotionally chaotic, but also attacking and defending in an orderly manner, the two formations were inseparable, and some disciples were injured Someone made up for it immediately, and it was impossible to tell the outcome for a while.

But on Jin Fucai's side, he usually directs the operation of the formation. Xie Yuanchang, who is standing at the eye of the formation, is now seriously injured and unable to command or step on the formation. As a result, the Shulong formation seems to have stagnated a lot. There was a flaw in Shulong Formation.

A disciple was seduced by the beautiful women in the Shuangji Cave, and he didn't get out of the place where the two formations met in time. If he didn't pay attention, he was beheaded by the disciples of the Shuangji Cave.

(End of this chapter)