Keng!
A flash of silver light suddenly appeared, like a thunderbolt of lightning, followed closely, and struck towards the enemy.
Martial Master Zhou's heart sank instinctively, and he flashed back, only to hear a "boom" as the iron staff whizzed past him, setting off a strong wind.
However, at this moment, he saw a flash of cold light, and a chill poured down from the beginning to the end.
Martial Master Zhou roared angrily: "The Great Sage's Sky-Splitting Fist!"
With one punch, there was only a "boom" sound, and the palm of the fist made a thunderous sound, but it did not touch anything.
At the critical moment of life and death, with his hair disheveled and a fearful expression on his face, he shouted: "You can't kill me, I belong to the Mongols..."
Before he could finish his words, a flash of sword light flashed by, and there was only a pop sound. Blood spurted out like spring water, and the head rolled down and hit the ground. His face was full of horror, and he died with his eyes closed.
"I don't care who you are!"
Lu Nianchou put away his sword and stood up with a cold expression. The iron staff was different from the sword after all. Although it was powerful and heavy when used, he had never learned the staff technique, so he would inevitably be dwarfed by the masters.
"You...what are you going to do? This is the Sihai Inn. Several real people from the Quanzhen Sect are inside. You are not allowed to act wild!"
When the thugs saw that the usually high-ranking martial arts masters were beaten to death so neatly, they couldn't help but become angry, screamed loudly, and kept retreating.
"Where did this strong man come from? Even Zhou Dasheng of Sihai Tower was beaten to death!"
"The great sage Zhou is the descendant of the Pitian style of the Northern School of Tong-arm boxing. He once selected seventeen boxing gyms to promote the great sage's Pitian style."
"There's really going to be a big mess now!"
Some of the three religions and nine schools who were watching the battle from a distance were discussing secretly, full of surprise and panic.
"Who broke into my Sihai Inn and caused trouble?"
At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing silk and satin walked out with three Quanzhen disciples, with anger on his face.
"Li Mochou, is that you?!"
When they saw Li Mochou outside the door, everyone's expressions changed. They looked panicked and backed away in fear. They no longer had the arrogance and arrogance they had before.
One of the Quanzhen Sect disciples was Li Zhisheng, who luckily escaped with his life in Luoxia Valley. He quickly shouted in a low voice: "Go and invite Master out."
Li Mochou stared at him with a cold look in her eyes, and said, "A person who has been practicing for twenty or thirty years and has never been a good person dares to bully my disciple Li Mochou. He really doesn't know how to live or die."
A flash of murderous intent flashed in her eyes. She swung her waist and looked like a ghost. When she got close to Li Zhisheng, she waved the fly whisk and flew him out and hit the wall.
Li Zhisheng had no resistance at all. He vomited blood and his face was like gold paper. He fell to the ground and kept twitching, but he could no longer get up.
"Li Mochou, how dare you barge in and hurt people?" The other two Quanzhen Taoist priests were only in their early twenties. They were shocked and angry, but they did not dare to get angry.
"Just because you are not worthy of talking to my master, tell Liu Chuxuan to come out." Hong Lingbo sneered.
"What a loud tone!" The two Quanzhen disciples looked ugly and felt humiliated.
One of them was young and energetic, gritted his teeth and said: "Since you don't take our Quanzhen Sect seriously, I will report it truthfully, and the real person in the sect will naturally make you understand that the sky is high and the sky is high!"
"You still dare to threaten me?"
Li Mochou's face turned cold, her figure flashed, and with one strike of her palm, the man flew out like straw and hit the ground heavily. His bones made a crunching sound, and blood flowed out from all seven orifices at the same time.
"You..." The only Quanzhen disciple who was still alive saw that his senior brother's bones were shattered after being beaten, his pores were bleeding, and he was stuck to the ground like mud. His eyes were full of fear.
"Li Mochou, you kill my Quanzhen disciples again and again, how can I tolerate you?"
Suddenly there was a roaring voice deep in the inn, and even the pavilion was shaken and rumbled with constant echoes.
Liu Chuxuan's big sleeves fluttered as he galloped in from a distance, his voice booming like a bell, shaking all directions.
"It seems that some people really think that I, Quan Zhen, can be bullied."
"He actually went crazy and slaughtered my disciples one after another."
"If I don't kill you on the spot, how can I have the face to stand in the world!"
"kill!"
At the end, a loud shout filled with anger and murderous intent rang out, and Liu Chuxuan had already rushed over.
His eyes were blazing with anger, he drew his sword out of its sheath, crossed a few feet away, and stabbed Li Mochou with a straight sword.
Seeing this, Li Mochou sneered slightly and did not shy away. She waved the whisk and heard a "clang" sound. A strong internal force carried the hunting gang wind and counterattacked along the sword body.
Liu Chuxuan felt a wave of pure internal energy rolling up, and he roared. His eyes were full of murderous intent, and he did not retreat but advanced.
The sword light in his hand flourished, turning into dots of starlight. Among the lightning and flint, seven swords thrust out and intertwined into the Big Dipper. Although they could not form a formation by one person, their murderous intentions were revealed and Li Mochou was involved.
When Li Mochou saw this, her body was slightly slanted, her waist was weak and boneless, and her fly whisk was swaying freely, like splashing ink, hitting the sword blade with every blow.
However, Liu Chuxuan was really frightened and angry at this time, and he would risk his life to capture the enemy.
He struck out with the palm of his left hand, carrying an indescribable murderous intent, and with his right hand, he used Yiqi Transformation and Sanqing, as if three people were drawing swords at the same time, subtle and mysterious, yet fierce in murderous intent.
Li Mochou dodged and struck a palm with her, only to hear a "boom" and a muffled sound exploding in mid-air.
This palm technique was really powerful and domineering. Li Mochou had never heard of Quanzhen Religion having this kind of martial arts. His body suddenly shook slightly and he was sluggish for a moment.
At this time, the three sword lights fell almost at the same time. Li Mochou hurriedly waved the whisk, and her figure was as ethereal as a flowing cloud. The silver thread rolled up and blocked the two swords. However, one of the swords cut off her sleeve, revealing a Cut off white and tender arms.
She stepped back a few feet, looked down, and saw that the cuffs were torn open, and the howling north wind flowed in from inside. She couldn't help but look embarrassed, and a murderous intent flashed in her pupils.
"Liu Chuxuan, you are really good at swordsmanship and palm skills. I'm afraid even Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji may be a little better than you in terms of internal strength, but in terms of sword skills and palm skills, they are by no means inferior."
"Wang Chongyang is indeed a good disciple, but how many ice soul needles can you block now?"
Although he was talking to Liu Chuxuan, his eyes were fixed on the still alive Quanzhen disciple.
"No, get out of the way!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Chuxuan's expression changed drastically and he shouted loudly.
However, it was already too late. Li Mochou rose into the sky and fell down quickly. The dust covered Liu Chuxuan like a waterfall.
Just hearing a soft "pop" sound, seven or eight silver needles flashed past and shot towards the Quanzhen disciple.
"Li Mochou, how dare you?!"
Liu Chuxuan's eyelids were about to burst, and fire almost burst out from his eyes. He ignored the blows from the fly whisk that hit him all over his head and face, and tried to injure himself, but only used his palm skills to block the enemy's attack.
The long sword in his hand was used to the extreme, slashing towards the ice soul silver needle.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Even though his sword light was extremely fast, he still had three ice-soul silver needles piercing straight through, with a faint blue luster, penetrating into Quanzhen disciple's chest and between his brows.
Poof!
There was a crisp popping sound, and the man's eyebrows appeared a little bright red, and blood slowly oozed out. There was fear on his face, and he seemed to want to reach out and cover his chest.
The next moment, he fell to his knees on the ground with a plop, his head hit the ground, and he lost his breath.
"Just kill me, what can you do to me?"
Li Mochou retreated like a fallen leaf and landed lightly on the ground. She was obviously a stunning beauty with a beautiful face and plump body, but the words she spoke were so fierce and cruel that it made people shiver down the back.
She chuckled and said, "Liu Chuxuan, if I want to kill Sun Buer, can you stop me?"
When Liu Chuxuan heard this, his pupils tightened and veins popped out in the hand holding the sword. He gritted his teeth and said, "Li Mochou, what exactly do you want to do?"
"Do you really want to fight to the death with me, the Quanzhen Cult?"
