There are always young heroes who want to overthrow me

Yue Guhong was also almost knocked off the treetops by the bell, he hastily stabilized his body while reaching out his hand to grab Yue Feihong's clothes.

When he turned his head to look at his younger brother, he saw that his face was pale, but his eyes were still fixed on Jun Mowen in the field, even Yue Guhong couldn't pay attention to him when he pulled him back in time.

Jun Mowen finally got up from the table after ringing the huge bell with his fingers, and his eyes also turned away from the bright moon in the sky, and fell on the heroes.

Those who were caught by his gaze were slightly shocked in their hearts, and felt as if an invisible aura oppressed them, and they were unable to speak or act for a while.

There was a faint smile on Jun Mowen's face, and he finally said: "Jun is far away in Tianshan, and it is rare that everyone in the Central Plains Wulin still misses you often. It is a deep friendship, but it is disrespectful. Today Jun has made a special trip to the meeting, and I look forward to your advice. .”

The words were very humble, but just because the person who spoke was him, Jun Mowen, there was a bit more sonorous meaning.

The head of Kunlun, Bai Xiaotian, had already stepped out of the crowd, pointed at him and shouted: "Jun Mowen, many of our disciples from various sects in the Central Plains have lost their lives. Since you dare to come here today, you must have The consciousness of paying for their lives!"

"Hahaha……"

Jun Mowen suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, as if he thought what he said was very interesting, the laughter was heroic, but with a slight disdain.

After a long time, he stopped laughing, and the indifferent and melancholy expression returned to his face, and he said slowly: "Over the years, there have indeed been many people from the Central Plains Wulin who broke into the domain of my Yueheng Sect, and named Dao surnamed challenged Jun, and Jun made them fulfill their wishes one by one. Since it is a fair decisive battle, winning or losing is life and death, no matter what others do, so how can you say that you will pay for your life? What's more, Jun is not willing to sacrifice his life. Send it to the top of Mount Tai."

His voice was peaceful, but everyone in the audience could hear it clearly no matter how far or near. At the last sentence, Yue Guhong, who was standing on the treetop in the distance, only felt him raise his eyebrows slightly, and a haughty aura of contempt for the world suddenly overflowed from his body. .

Although Master Chongxuan, the head of Wudang, is a cultivator, he is notoriously hot-tempered. After hearing Jun Mowen's words, he couldn't help feeling angry, and he immediately came out of the crowd, saying: "What an arrogant person! , Your hands are stained with countless blood, and you still have no intention of repenting. You love yourself and don’t want to send your life here? However, whether you want to or not, you will never leave today.”

After he finished speaking, he didn't even say hello, the long sword in his waist was out of its sheath, and he stabbed Jun Mo Wen in the chest swiftly and swiftly.

Jun Mowen's expression was still calm, he only smiled lightly when he heard the words, and said softly: "Alright, I'd like to see, the heroes of the Central Plains, who can stop me from leaving Mount Tai?"

While speaking, he had already made a move lightly, and the crowd didn't see what kind of moves he was making. It seemed that he flicked it indifferently, and the long sword of Chongxuan was turned by him like a child's toy.

From the eyes of others, Jun Mowen seemed to have no effort at all, but Chong Xuan, who was on the scene, felt as if there was a thousand catties on the tip of his sword. , is already the ultimate move in Taiji swordsmanship.

Jun Mowen didn't dodge or dodge, he still stood in the same place with a leisurely attitude, and even cast his gaze elsewhere, and waited until the point of the sword that rushed to Xuan was close to his throat, he shot suddenly, just flicked lightly , a wisp of finger wind has quietly entered Chongxuan's throat, but it is exactly the martial arts that rang the giant bell just now.

Although Jun Mowen's attack was much later than Chongxuan's, Zhifeng was faster than Chongxuan's long sword.

Chongxuan's body suddenly trembled violently. Although the long sword in his hand was already approaching Jun Mowen's throat, he could no longer move forward for half a minute. Then, a bloody arrow gushed out of his throat.

Jun Mowen didn't dodge, and let the hot blood splash on his black clothes.

Still staring into Chongxuan's eyes, he suddenly said softly: "I'm sorry. So far, among all the people who have challenged Jun, no one has surpassed Your Excellency in martial arts."

He said this sentence very seriously, without irony, it seemed that he sincerely praised his opponent.

At this moment, a strange feeling suddenly arose in Chongxuan's heart. The devil in front of him was not as violent as in the legend, but gave people a sense of openness and integrity.

Are we all wrong?

It's a pity that Jun Mowen's words only reached Chongxuan's ears, and the only person who heard it and was shaken for a moment also collapsed in the next moment, without breath.

There was a moment of silence, and then suddenly like a volcano erupting, the crowd on the top of the mountain was turbulent.

First, Wudang disciples rushed forward with red eyes, scrambling to avenge their master.

At such a time, who of them would care about the rules of the world and fight alone?

Jun Mowen frowned slightly, with a look of disdain on his face, he flicked his fingertips without hesitation, and knocked down several people in an instant.

The more people he kills, the angrier the heroes will be. Although there are a few people of insight, such as Master Wu'an, the head of Shaolin, who are still advising the crowd not to rush forward and form a gang fight situation where the many bully the few, there are still more people. Joining the battle siege, everyone wants to put Jun Mowen to death.

Jun Mowen fought all the heroes of the world alone, but his face remained unchanged and his demeanor was calm.

He used finger strength to confront the enemy at first, and later, more and more masters surrounded him, it was difficult to force back only by finger strength, so he changed fingers to palms.

Jun Mowen's palm strength was unparalleled, and none of the heroes of the Central Plains dared to confront him head-on, so they swam and evaded one after another, relying on the advantage of their own number of people, intending to exhaust his physical strength.

Jun Mowen was born in the Western Regions, and he always likes to go straight. Now that everyone has used such a trick, he can't help but snort, and said slowly: "Today, Jun finally saw how powerful the heroes of the Central Plains are."

Although he didn't say it clearly, there was disdain in his voice.

Everyone knew what he meant, that he was insinuating that his side was bullying the few, and they couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

However, with Jun Mowen's unrivaled martial arts, if he really wants to fight alone, I am afraid that no one present can match him, but this is also an indisputable fact.

Then someone responded loudly: "A cult leader like you, everyone can get him and kill him, so how can there be any morals in the world?"

Jun Mowen suddenly flashed a strange light in his emerald green eyes, and said coldly, "Why is Yueheng Sect a cult? Why is Jun a demon? May I ask you, our sect has been in the Western Regions for many years. What unspeakable things have you done to the Central Plains, so that you are called a cult?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was at a loss for words.

Everyone pondered carefully, only then realized that they had never heard of any real misdeeds of Yueheng Sect, they were just copying what others said.

Having said that, the meeting at the top of the mountain has already become a tiger riding a tiger. Although everyone can't answer Jun Mowen's question, they still kill him silently.

"Hahahaha..." Jun Mowen burst into a long laugh again, and then the laughter stopped suddenly, and there was a bit of chill in his always peaceful voice, "Central Plains Wulin, it's really ridiculous. I, Yueheng Sect, came to dominate the Jianghu."