Chapter 184 Zhu Huan's Death
The host who entertained the guests killed the guest?
Zuo Qiuting's movements were amazing. In a flash, he passed through the chaotic and noisy crowd outside the room, went out through the window, stepped on the tiles and beams, and jumped down from the fourth floor directly. He didn't care about the height of dozens of feet at all.
The martial artists gathered at the railing of the North Hall exclaimed in surprise.
Although they still didn't know what had happened, and didn't know why Zuoqiu Ting suddenly judged that "something big was going to happen" and rushed to the scene as soon as possible, Li Weiyi and Zuoqiu Baiyuan stood up almost immediately and prepared to escape.
Because they believed in the ability and wisdom of the first inheritor of Zuoqiu Menting, he would definitely not exaggerate and must know more than them.
"What a fast speed, that second girl couldn't really be..."
Qi Wangshu's eyes were as big as bells, and his heart was restless. He was certain of the true identity of the "second girl". It was simply unbelievable. He had no idea who Li Weiyi was and how he could have such power. "It should be the first inheritor of Zuoqiu Menting who likes to disguise himself! In this case, Brother Weiyi, don't leave today. Lend me something first."
Gan Yanzhen, who was sitting opposite Li Weiyi, spoke in a slow and steady tone, tapping the table with his fingers. He was still as handsome and as feminine as ever, but his eyes were completely different from before!
Several people who had already stood up and were about to leave quickly felt the air in the room freeze, and they all stared in shock at the most handsome man in Zhizhou who was still sitting at the table.
"Brother Yan Zhen, what do you mean?"
Qi Wangshu felt like he didn't know him anymore, and his heart started to turn cold and his back felt chilly.
Under Gan Yanzhen's gaze, Li Weiyi quickly put away his surprise and confusion, and secretly circulated the magic energy in his body: "We are not that familiar with each other, how about asking Lao Qi to lend it to you?"
Qi Wangshu's lips trembled: "What do you want to borrow?"
Gan Yanzhen stood up slowly: "My current body is indeed handsome and attractive, but its value is too low. Brother Weiyi, if you can lend me your body or human skin, I will be very grateful. Killing Zuoqiu Ting will be an easy task."
The people present were all strong in cultivation and knew about the existence of the Cinder Spirit.
Therefore, when Gan Yanzhen said this, his hair stood on end and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. The noisy exclamations outside seemed to be getting farther and farther away.
"No."
Li Weiyi decisively refused, and then rushed towards the door of Quefang with the steps of a cicada.
The Mingyue Seven Stars Pavilion is full of masters. Even if it is only the fourth floor, the entire floor is full of top-notch masters. As long as they rush out of the room and enter the crowd, or go out through the window like Zuoqiu Ting, no matter how high Gan Yanzhen's cultivation is, he can only shout that there is nothing they can do.
But although it was only a few feet away from the gate, it now seemed as if there were thousands of mountains and rivers between them, making it difficult to reach.
Li Weiyi, who was walking quickly, clearly saw that wisps of magical energy were flowing through the walls, the ground, and the roof at a speed faster than his own, and were converging towards the doors and windows in front, trying to weave the entire room into a cage.
…
On the white stone square outside the first-floor gate of the Mingyue Qixing Pavilion.
Zhu Huan, the inheritor of the Zhu family, was in his early twenties and in his prime. Before he could activate his gorgeous magical robe, he was pierced from behind by a two-foot-long bone flute.
The bone flute penetrated from the back to the chest, and the sound of the lungs bursting was heard.
Blood kept dripping from the holes in the bone flute.
This sudden change left everyone present unable to react in time.
"Something bad has happened. Long Ting has killed the heir of Zhumen..."
Accompanied by this exclamation.
On the contrary, Zhu Huan, whose body was pierced, displayed the terrifying strength of a successor and let out a long roar first. The sixth-level Qi in the body rushed out from the back like flames, turning into a scorching fire cloud.
The shocking force of the magic energy and the high temperature of the flames together attacked the dragon court that was attacking from behind.
A group of young martial artists from the Zhu family roared in unison, drew their weapons, and released their magical energy.
Long Dian reacted and stared at Long Ting with an extremely shocked look. Then he narrowed his eyes, clenched his five fingers into a claw, and a dragon shadow appeared behind him, entwining the sky and the earth, with such majesty as the Son of Heaven.
“Swish!”
Long Ting had no chance to launch a second attack, and he didn't even have time to pull out the bone flute. He turned into a residual shadow and rushed towards the left side, the only place where there were no martial artists from Longmen, Leixiao Sect, or Zhumen. After a takeoff, it flew out of the square and headed straight towards the sea.
Lu Cangsheng shouted coldly: "Dragon Palace, you Dragon Gate...don't let him escape!"
"Leave it to me."
Long Dian knew very well that if Long Ting escaped, it would cause suspicion and unpredictable consequences from the outside world. No matter whether Long Ting was dead or alive, he must be brought back. Therefore, he immediately controlled the battle tactics and used the Dragon Shadow to chase after Zuze.
Lu Cangsheng was a suspicious and cautious person, and he was not at ease. He immediately signaled with his eyes, and immediately seven or eight young masters of Lei Xiao Sect rushed out behind him, turning into a fast-moving lightning shuttle and chasing after Erlong.
Lu Cangsheng was about to comfort the seriously injured Zhu Huan...
"rustle!"
A cold wind blew from behind.
Countless round yellow paper money, along with the cold wind, poured out from the door of the first-floor pavilion.
The paper money was as sharp as a blade and flew towards Lu Cangsheng in dense masses. The martial artists who were closer to Lu Cangsheng were unable to stop the magic energy they released and they all screamed. Several of them fell to the ground and died immediately.
"I knew it couldn't be just Long Ting!"
Lu Cangsheng turned around and slapped out with his palm. His magical energy was like a tide, shattering all the paper money into powder.
Heavy footsteps and loud laughter rushed out from the first floor attic.
The ground shook.
A two-meter-tall man with a naked upper body and a body made of brass rushed out. The moment he rushed out of the door, he bent his knees and exerted force, then leaped out and punched Lu Cangsheng fiercely.
“Bang!”
Fists and palms collide.
The violent energy spread out in all directions, forcing all the martial artists present to retreat.
Lu Cangsheng took three steps back and immediately stopped, his eyes extremely sharp from beginning to end. The right arm is raised suddenly to the top of the head, with the thumb and index finger pointing to the sky, and the other three fingers arranged in a step-like shape.
Suddenly, thunder roared in the clear sky.
Dazzling flashes of lightning shuttled through the air, constantly passing over the eaves and beams of the Mingyue Seven Star Pavilion.
On the other side, after the collision of fists and palms, Ming Niansheng flew backwards. A cloud-like dark energy appeared on his body. The two-meter-tall brass body was quickly torn apart and expanded, returning to its original form.
His body grew several times longer, with two horns on his head and two wings on his back. His red hair, which was a meter long, was particularly eye-catching. "What a great guy, Lu Cangsheng! Let me learn your thunder technique."
"Boom! Boom! Boom..."
Thirty-six lightning pillars fell from the sky and transformed into a circular thunder prison, trapping Ming Niansheng's huge body inside.
It looked up.
It was discovered that Lu Cangsheng, who was originally standing on the ground, was struck by lightning and floated above its head. The god-like fighting spirit of the Thunder Department was condensed in the Thunder Prison, making Ming Niansheng, whose originally huge body, look small.
The strange thing is that even though he was completely suppressed, a smile suddenly appeared in Ming Niansheng's eyes.
When Lu Cangsheng saw this smile, he felt something was wrong. He realized that he had fallen into the enemy's trap and was about to look for Zhu Huan.
A bird's cry, so loud that it hurt the eardrums, echoed throughout the square.
A powerful wave of magical energy burst out.
"boom!"
Zhu Huan, who was preparing to evacuate under the escort of a group of masters from the Zhu clan, was hit by a giant claw that condensed out of thin air. He was already seriously injured and couldn't resist at all. He was knocked away and rolled on the ground with blood flowing from his mouth.
The full picture of the giant claw is condensed.
It was a six-colored peacock with combat power, a hundred meters high. It exerted pressure with the power of its power of thought, suppressing the souls and wills of many young martial artists in the wealthy family for a moment.
A hundred meters is an illusion, not the real height of the combat concept.
Just this moment.
The six-colored peacock pressed Zhu Huan to the ground, and tore him into pieces with its beak and claws.
The screams of the heir of the Zhu family made all the martial artists in the pavilion tremble with fear. It was like a public execution, so arrogant and domineering to the extreme.
From beginning to end, the martial artist of the Zhumen Sect did not even see where the enemy's true body was.
Everything happened extremely quickly. Even though Zuoqiu Ting rushed there as fast as he could, by the time he arrived, Zhu Huan was already dead beyond death, with only a skeleton left.
"Hua Yuzi, since you are so eager to commit a crime, don't leave today!"
What Zuoqiu Ting cares about is not Zhu Huan’s death, but what exactly the Western Ashes Region intends to do? The more they want to do something, the more difficult it is for them to do it.
“Wow!”
He looked around, his five senses awakened, and then took a step forward.
An eight-diagram mark appeared under his feet, spreading out for dozens of feet.
Countless ancient and mysterious Taoist texts flew up from the Bagua and transformed into a brilliant river of words and sea of text, flying towards the entire square.
This is a Taoist technique he specially practiced against Hua Yuzi, supported by the Bagua magic weapon.
Zuo Qiuting had fought with Hua Yuzi before and knew that this monster not only had extremely high cultivation strength, but his hiding skills and body movement speed were also second to none among the younger generation. Even if Zhu Huan was not injured, his chances of survival if assassinated would be slim.
"Zuoqiu Ting, our target today is not you, you don't have to rush to die."
The sound is vast, warm and magnetic.
Hua Yuzi's true form was forced to appear by the Bagua Seal and the Sea of Words, and her body was illusory and could not be seen clearly.
After flying several times, he gracefully landed on the head of the six-colored peacock of the battle method, wearing a liquid silver mask on his face, and proudly looked at the seventh floor of the Mingyue Seven Star Pavilion with the most heroic posture in the world.
At this time, screams were heard from the sea, attracting the attention of countless martial artists on the pavilion.
…
Without thinking twice, Li Weiyi immediately took out the Yellow Dragon Sword hidden in his bag, swung the sword and broke through the door.
However, they did not expect that the opponent's Fa Qi was extremely strong, and his control over Fa Qi reached an appalling level. The magical energy that was clearly spreading on the walls and the roof suddenly condensed into a large palm print and pressed down on him head-on.
The enemy's real body is behind, but the palm print is in front.
He was so arrogant that he thought he was much better than Li Weiyi, so he dared to look down on him.
Li Weiyi knew very well that he only had two advantages now. One is that the other party looks down on you. The second is that the other party wants to get his complete skin, so he will definitely hold back.
These two advantages are only useful when the first sword is launched.
This first sword is of vital importance.
(End of this chapter)
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