Chapter 37 Trap
"Little thief!"
"court death!"
“Arrogant!”
…
The six innate masters were immediately furious.
Even though Fang Xian had achieved the innate state through his horizontal training and had killed the golden lion Ao Xiong, he couldn't be so cruel!
In an instant, six figures pounced forward, ready to end Fang Xian's life.
Outside the court, Liu Yun watched this scene, her fingers clenched around her handkerchief: "This man... is finally going to die."
Zhou Wuming sighed in his heart: "This boy has been promoted to Xiantian before he is 20 years old. I am afraid his talent is even higher than Bao Qian. If he is sincere and joins my master-disciple lineage, he may be able to sweep away the bad habits in the sect in time..."
They think differently, but have one thing in common.
That is, under the siege of the six innate beings, Fang Xian would definitely die!
But the next moment, they heard a tiger roar in their ears!
Roar!
The tiger shakes the mountains and forests, and all the beasts submit!
Fang Xian seemed to be possessed by a white tiger. He took a big step forward, put his five fingers together, and threw out six punches in an instant!
The six punches were delivered in no particular order, surrounding the six masters as if they were delivered at the same time.
——White Tiger Seven Killing Fist!
What’s even more terrifying is that every punch is filled with a strong martial arts will.
In the eyes of Xie Kun and others, it was like a peerless tiger pouncing towards them, making their hands and feet cold and almost forgetting to resist.
Before hitting someone, you must have the courage!
The fist breaks the soul!
Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!
After six consecutive punches, the five innate masters looked at their chests in a daze.
Bang!
There, the bones shattered, revealing a dark red fist mark, which suddenly exploded.
With one move, the five innate masters were killed instantly!
The only one who survived was Xie Kun. He vomited blood and crashed into the Wuxingmen camp.
This was not because of his great martial arts skills, but because Fang Xian showed mercy.
“Master…Master!”
Zhou Wuming hurriedly went over to support him, feeling as if he was dreaming today.
What just happened?
"The elder...is dead!?" Liu Yun's knuckles turned white and her mind was in a mess.
What was even more confusing was the Zhang family disciples. Seeing their elders dead and even their supporters in the Five Forms Sect all wiped out, they had no time to react at all. For the Zhang family, this was not just a matter of breaking some bones, but the entire spine was pulled out!
"What a powerful punch!"
"What a terrible person!"
A martial arts master who was watching was extremely shocked: "One punch to kill the soul? This is the fist of a master. Are these six innates seeking death on purpose? They actually challenged a master?"
When Xie Kun, who had just been helped up, heard this, he almost vomited blood again and completely suffocated.
If he had known that Fang Xian had been promoted to Grandmaster, he would have been a fool to lead people to surround and kill him.
Looking at this tragic scene at this time, I know that after returning to Yaofeng County, many forces will inevitably undergo a brutal reshuffle.
The Wuxing Sect is fine, but the Zhang and Liu families will definitely pay a heavy price, and it is hard to say whether they can still exist in the future.
"However, if this person continues to pursue the matter, there will be no future."
Xie Kun looked at Fang Xian with an extremely complicated expression.
"How is it... Master of the Five Forms Sect? Do you still want to continue seeking revenge?" Fang Xian stopped chasing, stood with his hands behind his back, and suddenly asked.
"Today, in front of all the heroes in the world, I, Xie Kun, swear as the leader of the Five Form Sect that any disciple of the Five Form Sect will give you a wide berth when they see you in the future!"
Xie Kun coughed twice and answered loudly.
Between saving his life and saving his face, he decisively chose the former.
"That's great, let's go..."
Fang Xian waved his hand, not even bothering to look at Liu Yun or Zhou Wuming any more. He returned to the Jinfengxiyu Tower area and sat down cross-legged.
"Congratulations, Mr. Fang. You've become famous today. How do you feel?" Yulong asked with a giggle.
"How boring!" Fang Xian sighed and looked at her: "What's the matter?"
"Well, my disciples reported that they found Nie Yinlong's whereabouts in Yuanwu City!" Yu Longjiao's expression became solemn: "Senior Chu Kuangren and Brother Zhou have already gone there, I am preparing to rush over to help them..."
"There's something wrong with this martial arts conference..."
Fang Xian was about to follow, but suddenly, he felt something was very wrong.
He jumped onto the roof and looked out over the scene: "There are quite a few people here, but they are all idle wanderers. I had a big fight with the six masters before, but no one from the six sects came to help... something is wrong!"
At least, the leader of the Red Ape Sect has a grudge against him and will definitely come to "enforce the law impartially."
But at this time, although there were people from the six major sects, most of them were low-level disciples and a few elders, and they looked absent-minded.
Seeing this scene, Fang Xian felt even colder.
In an instant, everything he saw and heard when he came to Yuanwu City emerged in his mind, vividly.
The killing of Tian Daoxing, the recruitment of the Second Prince, the relationship between Zhou Xuan, Chu Kuangren and the Golden Sword, the sudden arrival of Nie Yinlong...
"What's wrong?"
Yu Longjiao followed over, her expression changing slightly.
"Not good... There is something fishy going on with the Yuanwu Imperial Family. I'm afraid that the assassination of Tiandaoxing was a bait, and the martial arts conference was just a cover... There is only one real target - the madman Chu Kuangren!"
Fang Xian's voice was urgent and fast: "If you want to kill a supreme grandmaster, what conditions are required?"
"You mean..." Yu Longjiao seemed to be frightened, but quickly reacted: "The royal family and Zhaixing Tower are not enough. If we want to be perfect, we must have the two grandmasters join forces!"
"In that case, the monk and the Taoist priest have already arrived early under the pretext of the martial arts conference?" Fang Xian looked towards the direction of Yuanwu City: "If Chu Kuangren, the only great master of the outside world, dies, I'm afraid there will be great changes in the martial arts world..."
"Will the famous and upright sects join forces with the imperial court to purge us, the unorthodox and independent practitioners?" Yu Longjiao suddenly looked up.
Snap!
A thunder crashed down.
Thunder coming out of nowhere is an ominous sign!
…
Inside Yuanwu City.
On the long street, everything was quiet.
Every house had its doors closed and the streets were empty.
Strands of blood came from nowhere and formed a small stream.
"Brother Chu... haven't seen you for many years."
In front of an archway, a monk and a Taoist priest stood, their auras blending into one, as if they were one with nature and man.
The monk is the holy monk Zhifan of "Rushi Temple". He has mastered the "Dragon-Tiger Power and Vajra Indestructible Supernatural Power", which can be said to be the best skill in the world. He is invulnerable to swords and spears, and is immune to water and fire, and has the enormous power of dragons and tigers.
He is a swordsman from the Qingyuan Palace, holding a three-foot-long sword, and has superb sword skills. He has also cultivated some extraordinary skills, and it is said that anyone who sees him will die!
These two supreme grand masters came together, together with Nie Yinlong hiding in the dark, and a large number of experts, they had only one target - Chu Kuangren!
"Senior Chu, I'm the one who hurt you..."
Zhou Xuan was bleeding from his chest and could barely stand aside.
Obviously, the enemy was not merciful in letting him live, but wanted to use him to distract Chu Kuangren's mind.
“Hahaha… you’re all here. I, Chu Kuangren, am so honored…”
Madman Chu laughed heartily: "When did you two, the Brahma and the Dao, become running dogs of the Yuanwu court? You set up this trap today, and I want to see if you can save my life!"
"If you sow evil seeds, you will reap evil consequences! Why don't you wake up, layman?" The holy monk Zhifan clasped his hands together, and a layer of golden color appeared all over his body, with faint Sanskrit chanting.
The war is about to begin!
