Zuo Lengchan's palm came with great force. When Dongfang Bubai saw that Zuo Lengchan was heading towards Deng Jiuru, his eyebrows immediately stood up and he flew forward. The golden needles rushed towards the back of Zuo Lengchan's head, back of heart, lower back, etc.

The fatal part was shot out.

At the same time, the twelve people from the Songshan Sect each pulled out long swords from the waists of the surrounding disciples, and all twelve people rushed towards Dongfang Bubai. Twelve sword lights shrouded Dongfang Bubai in the sword net.

Next, Deng Jiuru, who had always been smiling playfully, suddenly fell down.

If he is a waste, then in order to save himself, Dongfang Bubai will definitely be penetrated by the twelve swords behind him. What a sinister Zuo Lengchan, what a Songshan sect!

However, he, Deng Jiu, was as much afraid of the Shaolin monk as he was of the Thirteen Taibao, but he had not taken it seriously yet!

At this moment, Zuo Lengchan's palm arrived, and at the same time, Dongfang Bubai's golden needle was only ten steps away from Zuo Lengchan. Dongfang Bubai ignored the twelve people rushing towards him from behind, and remained still

He rushed towards Zuo Lengchan, and everyone present held their breath. The victory or defeat was decided in this moment!

Zuo Lengchan was secretly happy. He was still one step away from capturing Deng Jiuru as a hostage. In terms of martial arts, he could not match Dongfang Bubai, but he could see that the relationship between Deng Jiuru and Dongfang Bubai was incredible. As long as he could restrain Deng Jiuru

, Dongfang Bubai will be at his mercy. By then, his Songshan sect will be the supreme martial arts master!

However, Zuo Lengchan's joy had just been revealed in his heart when he saw Deng Jiuru in front of him suddenly grinning at him. This smile made Zuo Lengchan's heart skip a beat for no reason. At this moment, Deng Jiuru's figure flashed, and the blue sky and white light fell on Zuo Lengchan's face.

When Chan felt that he had touched Deng Jiuru's hair, Deng Jiuru disappeared.

Zuo Lengchan was shocked. Before he could recover, he heard Dongfang Bubai's golden needle coming from behind. Zuo Lengchan dodged left and right, and finally even rolled on the ground several times before he could barely escape.

He stood up suddenly, but saw that Deng Jiu, who had just disappeared in front of him, was now standing behind Dongfang Bubai.

The two of them were back to back, and Deng Jiuru was facing the twelve eunuchs who were stabbing him with swords. A Buddha's Light Sword danced like a dragon flying in the sky. Before he could see clearly what was happening, he heard "Ah" ringing in his ears.

"Ah..." several screams and the sound of the sword falling to the ground, blood suddenly appeared in front of the eyes, twelve right hands were cut off by the wrist, and in the blink of an eye, the famous Thirteen Taibao of Songshan was crippled

Twelve.

Zuo Lengchan felt a "buzzing" sound in his head, and at this moment, Dongfang Bubai's man had already arrived in front of him.

Zuo Lengchan was frightened, scared, hurt and angry at this moment. Seeing Dongfang Bubai in front of him with murderous moves and killing each other, the twelve Taibos were already useless. Zuo Lengchan knew in his heart that if he continued to fight, he would never die.

exist.

But Zuo Lengchan jumped five or six feet high from the ground with a "scratch". He pushed his waist and eyes in the air and stepped on a towering ancient pine. After seeing him "scratch" a few times, he jumped into the woods and immediately jumped into the forest.

No trace.

Zuo Lengchan ran away!

Suddenly, everyone present was in an uproar, and the Songshan sect was even more confused. Some people were so scared that their calves were shaking. Some people saw that the leader had run away, and they were still here to make people laugh. They immediately turned around and ran away,

As soon as the Songshan sect ran away, some other small sects who came to join in the number also turned around and ran away.

The Sun Moon God Sect became energetic. I don't know who took the lead in shouting: "What a despicable and shameless noble man. He failed to plot against others, but instead fell into the hands of his own thieves. What a retribution!"

"Yes, you are a despicable and shameless villain!"

"Take your dog paws and get out of Blackwood Cliff!"

In fact, the Sun Moon God Sect really wanted to beat the drowned dog, but they were no different from the drowned dog. Previously, the martial arts sect besieged Heimu Cliff, and the casualties under Heimu Cliff were really heavy. When they reached Baizhang

When we reached the peak, there were already many injured, and there were even more people who were unable to fight anymore.

If the leader of the Eastern Cult had not come today, the Sun and Moon God Sect would undoubtedly have been destroyed, and none of them would survive. Thinking of this, the members of the Sun and Moon God Sect became even more excited.

"The leader is invincible!"

"The leader's miraculous powers are unparalleled!"

The morale of the decent faction, which had been defeated for several times in a row, was low, and now their hearts were even more disorganized. The people of the Sun Moon God Sect were shouting loudly. Amidst the noisy people, Deng Jiuru turned around and faced

Dongfang Bubai grinned:

"I am your husband, not your burden."

Dongfang Bubai's whole body was completely dissipated, and a very gentle smile appeared on his face: "Yes."

At this moment, among the decent sect who had been suppressed by the Sun Moon Divine Sect and had lost all morale, someone suddenly cursed like this:

"Bah, what kind of magical power is there, but it's just a monster that is neither male nor female!"

For a moment, the whole place fell silent. The Sun Moon God Sect glared at the decent people, but there was a sea of ​​people on the opposite side. Everyone was excited and shouted. No one noticed who said such a sentence just now.

"Who! Which bastard who spits shit out of his mouth, stand up for me!" Xiong Baitong screamed angrily. His right arm was still wrapped in gauze and bleeding. He waved a big knife and jumped over to the decent side.

Just called.

The man from the decent sect was just trying to fish in troubled waters with his quick talk, but now the other party has called for battle. The man who spoke dared to come out. He squinted in the crowd and behaved as if nothing happened. He was surrounded by fellow brothers from his sect, and no one dared to say anything.

At this time, I could hear the excitement on the part of the Sun Moon God Sect, and the Decency Sect became increasingly depressed.

Upon seeing this, Monk Fang Zheng knew that today's encirclement and suppression had failed. If it continued like this, it would only damage his own morale even more, and it would also be bad for the reputation of the sect, so he stepped forward to ease the matter and seek a safe escape.

It won't be too late to recharge your batteries in the future to take revenge.

Thinking of this, Monk Fangzheng recited "Amitabha" and stepped to the front of the crowd.

"Master Dongfang, today you and I are both severely injured. It will be useless to continue fighting. In my opinion..."

Before Monk Fang Zheng finished speaking, he saw Deng Jiuru leaping out towards the northwest like an arrow from a bowstring. He fell into the midst of the disciples of the Iron Master and lowered his sword. He had just ridiculed Dongfang.

The undefeated man didn't say a word as his head fell to the ground.

Deng Jiuru calmly wiped the blood on the sword clean with the man's clothes, and then walked back to Dongfang Bubai, passing Monk Fang Zheng on the way. When he stood firm and faced the upright side,

Pointing at the tip of the sword:

"Whoever dares to speak ill of my wife, your grandfather, I will chop off your head!"

Monk Fang Zheng's face was livid at this time and he couldn't speak any more. He recited "Amitabha" three times in a row. Before Monk Fang Zheng could finish reciting his words, he saw another burst of laughter among the decent people who had just come back to their senses.

There was a big chaos. This time, except for the Five Mountains Sword Sect, Emei, Wudang and other famous sects, the rest of the decent people immediately fled down the mountain in all directions.

At this time, the faces of these famous sects who were trying to stay calm and stayed here all had ugly faces. Monk Fang Zheng was helpless when he saw this, so he took the lead and retreated down the mountain. With Shaolin in front, other sects didn't care whether they were embarrassed or not.

They hurriedly retreated together.

The Sun Moon God Sect laughed and yelled, and many people regained their strength, carrying the guy and chasing after the victory. In the end, they chased him for ten miles, and then they turned back with blood all over their bodies.

"Leader!"

"Leader!"

The shouts and shouts came one after another, and everyone's face was full of admiration, excitement, and excitement. The shouts shook the valley and could not subside for a long time.

There was no doubt or disdain. All members of the congregation, including some elders, knew that no matter what, the people in front of them were invincible and invincible. They were all Dongfang Cult Masters who saved the gods from danger in an instant. This was enough to convince them.

, respected, worshiped.

Xiang Wentian stood aside with an ugly face, Ren Yingying opened her eyes in confusion, and Deng Jiuru grinned from the corner of her mouth to her ears and squeezed Dongfang Bubai's hand.

"I'm telling you, madam, your congregation is not bad. I like them."

Dongfang Bubai didn't say anything, but there was a dazzling light in his eyes. He wanted to be an ordinary woman. He was tired of the martial arts life of fighting and killing. He would rather abandon everything and make soup for Deng Jiuru, but deep down in his heart

, he also longs for others to recognize his desire.
Chapter completed!