The voice was full of supreme domineering and majestic, like thunder falling from the sky, which shocked people's hearts.

Even if the people present were all martial arts masters, their expressions could not help but change slightly at this moment, and they looked towards the direction where the sound came from.

I saw a figure like a roc spreading its wings, rushing towards me.

The man was tall and tall, and his domineering and powerful aura filled the world. He had a terrifying pressure that made all the martial arts masters present eclipse him.

Fu Qinglei felt this power. He glanced at him, but he didn't give up. Instead, he punched Chen Fan.

"Kill Chen Tianjiao first!"

He spoke sharply.

However, the other six great masters had mixed reactions.

Among them, Mo Ran and Zhao Canghu narrowed their pupils, stepped out, and attacked Chen Fan from other directions.

But Song Wuji stood still.

The remaining Gui Yunguang retreated.

In the end, Feng Niannian and Cheng Zhonghong's expressions changed drastically, as if they had seen ghosts, they stared at the visitor.

Feng Yiannian was the eldest among the seven great masters. He was over sixty years old. At this time, he blurted out, "Jing Wu Sheng?"

As soon as his voice came out, Cheng Zhonghong's body trembled again.

However, Fu Qinglei had no room to stop at this time and punched Chen Fan in the head.

He was fierce and murderous.

A single punch can shake mountains.

The true energy condenses and compresses, like black water and white mountains swallowed by endless heavy snow, the vast land, the lonely moon hanging high, and the bright sky across the sky.

A martial arts sect that has been passed down for hundreds of years, the Changbai Sect has its own unique skills.

Chen Fan was on the verge of falling and was swallowed up in the heavy snow.

The heavy snow rolls and turns into a storm, swallowing everything and tearing apart any enemy.

Chen Fa raised his fists to greet him.

One punch is like a dragon soaring into the sky, gazing into the sky, with an unquenchable fighting spirit!

Boom!

After the collision, Chen Fan retreated.

Fu Qinglei stepped forward, struck the killer with pain, and landed his second punch, which was stronger, more intense, and more vicious than the previous one.

No matter how miserable he is as a person and how incompetent he is as a disciple, Fu Qinglei is still a senior martial arts master.

Chen Fan is like a lone rock in an endless snowstorm, which may overturn at any time.

But he still stood tall like a green pine, fighting to the death without retreating.

puff……

He spat out a mouthful of blood and blocked Fu Qinglei.

At this time, Mo Ran slashed with his sword again.

When Chen Fan raised his hand to resist, there was a bang, his clothes were broken, blood stains appeared, and his figure staggered.

Zhao Canghu arrived, and after exchanging punches with Chen Fan, Chen Fan was knocked away and fell to the ground.

Fu Qinglei stepped in again.

But at this moment, a big hand swept over.

The Gang Qi condenses into a waterfall and rolls across the sky.

Fu Qinglei's expression changed, he took a deep look at Chen Fan and raised his arms.

But his body was blown away like a kite with its string broken.

Zhao Canghu killed Chen Fan from the other direction.

But when he reached Fu Qinglei's burly figure, he took a step forward and killed him. His long arms stretched out, like a Kunpeng reaching for his claws, and he caught him head on.

Zhao Canghu stopped his hand and blocked it.

With a click, Zhao Canghu's body fell into the air.

A gesture was unstoppable, going straight through and imprinted on his heart.

With a bang, Grandmaster Zhao Canghu lowered his head in disbelief, and his body flew up upside down, blood spilling into the air.

Blood oozed out from his eyes, ears, nose, and seven orifices. After he fell to the ground, his head tilted, there was no movement, and his breath suddenly stopped.

Kill with one palm!

The person who came did not stop, he jumped up and charged towards Fu Qinglei, "What do you think I am talking about? Anyone who dares to touch Chen Tianjiao will die!"

Full of arrogance, he looks down upon all the heroes.

Fu Qinglei saw the death of Zhao Canghu in his eyes, with a horrified look on his face, and hurriedly backed away, "Jing...Jing Martial Saint!"

"What kind of rat dares to come to the capital to run wild? What kind of place is the capital of Daxia?"

Jing Wu Sheng gave a sharp shout and killed in the air.

Fu Qinglei looked panicked, continued to retreat, and shouted: "Help me!"

However, at this moment, two figures swept out at extremely high speed and ran away into the distance.

It was Feng Yiannian and Cheng Zhonghong.

As the saying goes, a dead Taoist friend never dies a poor Taoist. They turned a deaf ear to Fu Qinglei's situation and cry for help, and directly chose to escape.

Among the remaining four people, Gui Yunguang looked pale and kept retreating. Song Wuji quietly moved away from him.

Mo Ran also looked horrified and blurted out an exclamation, "Jing Wu Sheng is still alive?"

"Bah, I won't die even if you die!"

Jing Wusheng shouted angrily and punched Fu Qinglei.

"Work together to kill him!"

Fu Qinglei's face was frightened and he shouted at the top of his lungs, but he had no choice but to punch Jing Wusheng.

Being targeted by a master of Jing Wu Sheng's level, Fu Qinglei knew there was no room for escape.

Jing Wusheng's reputation is so intimidating.

From the time the tripod was established in this dynasty to the present, this country-presiding martial sage has become a legend.

In the past hundred years, there have been people in the martial arts world who have challenged official authority or relied on force to do evil. Without exception, they have all been punished.

Especially in the 1980s and 1990s, due to the changing times, ancient warriors entered the world in large numbers and often acted without scruples.

That time, it was Jing Wu Sheng who led the team to eliminate them one by one, killing countless evil warriors.

He even personally went to some ancient martial arts families and sects to ask those forces to restrain their children.

Wu Wu Er, at that time, the official power control was not very effective. Those ancient martial arts families and sects were naturally dissatisfied, and ended up being dealt with by Jing Wu Sheng one by one.

There were quite a few martial arts masters among them, and even some martial arts masters who had been hiding for many years personally took action, but they were all dealt with submissively by Jing Wu Sheng.

Several dominating and vicious martial arts sects were also wiped out by Jing Martial Saint at that time.

For the past twenty or thirty years, Jing Wusheng has been hiding from the world and has not been involved in world affairs. Moreover, he is already very old, so there are rumors that Jing Wusheng is no longer alive.

Because of this, a group of grandmasters gathered together this time to watch the battle between Xiao Kai and Watanabe Shimei.

Unexpectedly, the attack on Chen Fan actually alerted Jing Wu Sheng to take action.

For a moment, Fu Qinglei's heart felt like ten thousand grass and mud horses were running past.

Regarding Jing Wusheng, he was not prepared at all and did not think about it at all.

To surround and kill Chen Fan alone, there was no need for the seven great masters to mobilize together... The reason for such an arrangement was that the possibility of Chen Fan calling for help was considered, but he never expected that the help Chen Fan called would be Jing Wu.

St.

There are rumors that Saint Jing Wu has crossed the barrier between heaven and man and is invincible in this world!

Facing such an opponent, Fu Qinglei naturally had no desire to fight, but after all, he was experienced and knew that he had to resist.

He placed his hope on his companions.

"Brother Mo and Brother Song, work together to resist, otherwise no one will be an opponent!"

Fu Qinglei used all his strength, and his true energy flowed like a torrent, and nine thunder sounds were shaken out as soon as he took action.

The intention of the fist is endless, like the vastness of heavy snow.

However, Jing Wusheng's domineering punch was like shattering the sky, dominating the world with one punch, like a roc that soared ninety thousand miles away, and the world could no longer trap him.

As soon as they collided, Fu Qinglei knew something was wrong.

With a bang, Fu Qinglei flew backwards, vomiting blood.

Mo Ran gritted his teeth, stepped out, made a knife with both palms, and danced with the sword energy to kill.

Jing Wusheng sneered, but he couldn't ignore it. He raised his palm with his backhand, and his palm was like opening the sky.

But at this moment, a figure flashed, got close to Mo Ran, and pressed his palm on Mo Ran's back, vomiting out his inner energy.

Mo Ran groaned and was slapped away by a palm.

He turned his head in disbelief and saw Song Wuji's indifferent face.

"Song Wuji..." Blood spurted out wildly, and Mo Ran shouted in disbelief.
Chapter completed!