"Master's martial arts tend to be masculine, and he can only send his younger sister to the Qiushui sect, but... even if the master of the Qiushui sect comes in person, he may not be my opponent!"

Zhu Cong smiled and snapped his fingers, his fingernails full of qi, and struck in the middle of the Qingfeng sword.

Ding!

Hearing a crisp sound, the long sword in the girl's hand came out of her hand, breaking into two pieces in mid-air.

Not only that, Zhu Cong's big hands grabbed towards Ouyang Zhi, wanting to hug her.

"Haha... Zhi'er, until now, have you still obeyed me?"

Zhu Cong laughed, but the girl's tears came down one after another.

Ouyang Zhi saw that the enemy was arrested, but she was so weak and weak that she couldn't even commit suicide. If Zhu Cong was frivolous with his father in front of outsiders, then life would be better than death.

At this time, I regretted that I didn't work hard, otherwise, even if I lost, I would have the strength to kill myself.

"Tsk tsk... It's so shameless!"

Suddenly, a sarcastic ridicule came from outside the circle, making Zhu Cong and Qian Yong's expressions change at the same time.

At the same time, he turned his head and saw a young man walking out of nowhere.

Ouyang Zhi also focused on the young man.

The other party is very young, with red lips and white teeth, and skin like jade.

The most addicting thing is that the opposite is still a handsome man who is one in a thousand. His facial features are incomparably coordinated, and he has a warm temperament, which makes Ouyang Zhi's heart rush.

There are such perfect people in the world, as if they were exiled to the dust!

The most unforgettable thing for her was the pair of eyes that were as bright as morning stars, and they seemed to be able to see through everything in the world.

Being swept away by such eyes, Ouyang Zhi only felt stunned, as if all the secrets were being peeked into.

But in the blink of an eye, the other party's eyes changed again, and it became an ancient well and no waves, as if everything before was just an illusion.

"A certain Qian Yong, who is a true disciple of the Blood God Sect, don't know who your Excellency is?"

Qian Yong frowned, feeling that Gu Chong was not easy to mess with, he couldn't help but ask tentatively.

"I am Song Wenluan, who is wandering around the rivers and lakes, a hero and a righteous man, and the people in the rivers and lakes are called Song Wenluan in time for the rain!"

Gu Chong coughed and said shamelessly.

"Song Wenluan? Unheard of!"

Qian Yong snorted coldly: "It seems that your Excellency is here to make trouble?"

"It's not enough to ask for trouble, it's just that I'm short of a maid, and I just can't stand your evil deeds, so I draw a knife to help!"

Gu Chong said indiscriminately, but his voice appeared strangely in everyone's ears.

"Come on together, dismember me!"

Hearing this, Qian Yong immediately gave the order without even thinking about it.

"Pro!"

Gu Chong shook his head slightly, suddenly formed a handprint, and shouted indifferently.

If there are Buddhist monks here, they must be extremely shocked, because what Gu Chong exerted is one of the magical powers of Buddhism, the nine-character mantra mudra.

The surrounding rioters who were about to charge, suddenly stagnant, and a layer of blood red appeared on their faces, which was extremely painful.

"This... what kind of magic is this?"

Qian Yong felt that his qi and blood were almost stagnant, as if wrapped by an invisible force, and even grabbed his heart. The terrible pain came, making his face pale, and he almost squeezed words out of his teeth.

"Demon magic? You can't even see this authentic Buddhist seal, how short-sighted?"

Gu Chong shook his head and laughed.

The "inner binding seal" at this time was based on the handprint of the nine-character mantra in the biography of Shuanglong of the Tang Dynasty, and then mixed with the six-character mantra to evolve.

As soon as he made a move, hundreds of knights and masters around him were immediately tied down and unable to move again.

"Master Qian, what's wrong with you?"

Zhu Cong saw that Gu Chong was just reciting a mantra, and the rest of the people seemed to be acupuncture points, but he, Ouyang Zhi next to him, and even Ouyang Zhong standing next to him, and a few escorts from the Ouyang family who survived the disaster were all fine and could not help shouted.

Although he learned magic arts, even broke through the innate, and practiced astral qi, but in the end he progressed too fast and had no background.

On the contrary, it was Ouyang Zhong, who, seeing Gu Chong's understatement, overwhelmed the crowd of a hundred people, and even treated them differently. His control over his skills had clearly entered the realm of transformation, and his eyes were about to fall.

"Who is this? In the martial arts forest of Wei Xun County, a man with such high martial arts skills and such a perfect birth could not be so unknown...Jiyu Song Wen Luan? Why have I never heard of it?"

Ouyang Zhong thought quickly, his eyes flickering constantly.

"Okay, I won't play with you anymore!"

"fight!"

The handprint changed again, but Qian Yong felt that the blood-dao infuriating in his body seemed to be provoked by a foreign enemy, and the speed was getting faster and faster. The sense of an inspiration that was approaching a breakthrough even made him have the urge to burst into tears.

Whoa! Whoa!

The sound of blood rushing came from Qian Yong, and his eyes suddenly showed an expression of extreme fear. Immediately, his cheeks were sunken, and his body was strangely thin.

"what……"

Qian Yong's limbs twitched, and he let out a terrifying scream. He suddenly lost his breath, and even his body was shriveled, leaving only a human skin.

Not only Qian Yong, but also the disciples of the Divine Blood Sect were also thin and skinny, and they fell to the ground.

And all their blood essence and vitality flowed out from their mouths, eyes and noses, converging into a blood-red elixir.

"Vag..."

Seeing Qian Yong and others end like this, the little girl Ouyang Zhi immediately retched.

Rao is Ouyang Zhong, an old Jianghu who has seen the world. At this time, his hands are shaking and he is sighing for his injustice.

"These people live on blood, and they deserve their sins at this time!"

With a wave of his hand, Gu Chong grabbed the blood-red elixir.

"Ghost!"

Zhu Cong was so frightened that he lost his mind and ran away without knowing his head!

"Want to escape?"

At this time, Gu Chong didn't care about the weak and pitiful Zhi'er on the ground, and went straight to Zhu Cong, who wanted to run away, as if this person was even cuter and more beautiful than Ouyang Zhi, which made Ouyang Zhi on the ground feel sad and feel self-esteem. I have suffered a great blow~lightnovelpub.net~ spare... spare my life! "

Seeing Gu Chong suddenly blocking the way, Zhu Cong fell to his knees in fright.

"Eat it and you can live!"

Gu Chong stretched out his hand and handed it over, and sent the blood congealed medicine to Zhu Cong.

"no no……"

Zhu Cong still had a trace of rationality at this time. Thinking of the appearance of Qian Yong and others, endless fear suddenly appeared on his face.

"Hehe, it seems that I don't know how powerful it is!"

Gu Chong flicked his finger, the sword energy flashed, and a blood hole appeared in Zhu Cong's left leg.

"Eat! I eat!"

Zhu Cong screamed in pain, and finally pinched his nose and ate the blood-red elixir.

As soon as he ate it, Zhu Cong had a different feeling. He felt that the qi and blood in his body instantly boiled, and the power of his primordial spirit grew rapidly.