Chapter 951 Provocation, the ability of true disciples

"Haha, where do you want to evacuate to now? I am here with my people, but I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

Zong Lu narrowed his triangular eyes, his clothes and hair were swaying in the wind, and he laughed wildly.

"How long have you been waiting? That fire dragon...did you purposely drive us here?"

Li Piaoyue's heart skipped a beat, she reacted instantly, and immediately turned her head to look behind her.

As soon as he turned his head, he heard a "crash" from behind.

The hundred-foot water wave rose again, and the huge fire dragon rushed out of the water again dragging its huge body. Rolling demonic energy spread out like waves, blocking everyone's retreat.

The fire dragon shifted and rolled in the sky, its millstone-like eyes filled with mockery. ??

The bloody mouth suddenly opened, and the flames spewed out in the breath, turning into a heat wave, causing the temperature of the space within a radius of dozens of miles to begin to soar sharply.

The sudden change caused everyone on the flying boat to shrink their pupils and their expressions changed again.

However, it didn’t wait for everyone to figure out how to respond.

In front of the Zhao Dynasty crowd, Sun Wenzhu, wearing a white robe, stepped forward in the air, staring at Su Twelve with his eyes.

"Su Twelve, there is a fire dragon Taoist fellow behind you who is as good as half a step Nascent Soul, and there are also formations we have carefully laid out on both sides."

"Today, I want to see if you... have any other means to escape."

As he spoke, Sun Wenzhu unfolded the folding fan in his hand, looking completely sure of victory.

Su Twelve squinted his eyes, and quickly glanced at both sides with his peripheral vision, his eyes flashing with dark thoughts, and said calmly: "As expected of the Great Zhao Dynasty and the Demon Shadow Palace, they actually arranged such a battle for us. It's really surprising. ”

Sun Wenzhu shrugged, with a smile on his lips, but stared at Su Twelve without blinking.

In this trip, Su Twelve is the key, as for the life and death of others, it is secondary.

Knowing that Su Twelve was always cunning, he did not act rashly.

"If you know the truth and hand over the treasure we want, I will make the decision and keep your body intact."

A flash of light flashed in the eyes of Zong Lu Sanjiao on the side, his throat loosened and he let out a sinister sneer, "Otherwise... I will make your soul fly away today, and you will never be reincarnated forever!"

While speaking, his eyes were also locked on Su Twelve, his hands were behind his back, and the true energy was gathering in his palms.

"Fellow Daoist Wenzhu and Zonglu, why bother talking to him and wasting so much time. Since he has a treasure, he must carry it with him. Kill him and the treasure will naturally fall into our hands."

On the side, Duanmu Liuying, a beautiful woman wearing a dark green dress who looked very charming, couldn't wait to speak out.

While speaking, he turned to look at Su Twelve.

A pair of eyes stared at Su Twelve fiercely, showing resentment.

"Su Twelve, more than thirty years have finally allowed me to wait until today! Today, I will use your blood and your life to pay homage to my dead eldest brother and third brother!"

Duanmu Liuying opened his mouth, and the aura around him suddenly rose rapidly.

"No rush!" Sun Wenzhu waved the folding fan in his hand, his eyes passed over Su Twelve, and landed on the seven true disciples behind him.

"Su Twelve, I sincerely suggest that you seriously consider my proposal."

"As long as you hand over the treasure, I will not only keep your body intact, but I will also be able to make the decision to let the true disciples behind you leave safely."

"You should know that our target is only you. When there is no way to escape, it might not be an option for your Huanxing Sect's core true disciple to leave!"

"You don't have much time to think about it! No matter how powerful the Huanxing Sect is,

, one against four, or with the help of formations, how long can it last? "

"Wait until those four seniors come over...then if you want to trade, you will have no chance!"

After saying this, Sun Wenzhu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showing an expression that was half a smile but not a smile.

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the seven people behind Su Twelve changed slightly at first, and then immediately returned to normal.

"Hmph! You, the Great Zhao Dynasty, have long heard that there is a resourceful king with a different surname in the Great Zhao Dynasty, named Sun Wenzhu. Could it be... that he is your Excellency?"

"Your Excellency's provocative words are too underestimating our Huanxing Sect members. Such despicable methods are not in line with your reputation."

Li Piaoyue reacted the fastest. Without thinking, she directly pointed out the other party's purpose.

"That's right! If you want to take action, just go ahead! Are you really a member of the Huanxing Sect, are you afraid of it?" Xu Yang hesitated for a moment, turned to look at Li Piaoyue, and then spoke immediately.

When he spoke, he held his head high and his chest held high, as if he spoke righteously. Only the corner of his eye glanced at Su Twelve, and a flash of light quickly flashed in his eyes.

Beside him, three fellow disciples, two men and one woman, approached him quietly.

On the other hand, Li Piaoyu and the monk with different eyes also moved slightly, but they were leaning towards Li Piaoyue.

Everyone can talk about the situation, but the inner thoughts are still slightly different.

Li Piaoyue blinked lightly, glanced at Xu Yang and the others, and immediately realized that Xu Yang and the others had other ideas in mind.

This made her a little surprised and even a little disappointed.

But she didn't show any emotion at all, she spoke calmly and quickly in a deep voice.

"Second Senior Brother, after running away for so long, those Nascent Soul Stage monks didn't come after us. I guess they were trapped by Senior Leng's efforts."

"I think……

It’s time for us true disciples to show off our talents. If you don't show your hands anymore, I'm afraid people will think that our true disciples of Huanxing Sect are all embroidered pillows! "

An aura as cold as the moon was exuding, and Li Piaoyue's eyes were filled with the light of wisdom.

Xu Yang, who had some ups and downs in his heart, was slightly startled when he heard this, and then realized that what Li Piaoyue said must be true.

And he has always been quite confident in his own strength.

In his opinion, with his spiritual root qualifications and cultivation skills, there is no reason that his strength should be worse than Su Twelve, or even any other Golden Core monk.

Right now, if those few Nascent Soul Stage powerhouses are unable to come over in a short time, then this... isn't this a perfect opportunity for me to shine!

He rolled his eyes and said sternly: "That's right! What Junior Sister Yue said is reasonable. Since there is no way to avoid it, why not give it a try."

"Junior brothers and sisters, follow me to form a formation!"

Before he finished speaking, Xu Yang took the lead and took action. His anger immediately dropped from his dantian and he stepped onto the seven-star position.

"Beidou Jiuchen·Array opens!"

With a loud shout, a blazing sun flying sword appeared in the air, hovering in front of Xu Yang, moving with his sword finger.

Before the formation was activated, Xu Yang's rising aura had already put some pressure on everyone present.

With just this hand, it can be seen that his cultivation base is extraordinary.

"No! This formation is great. These true disciples are quite capable. We must not let them form an formation!"

Zong Lu squinted his eyes, and with just a faint breath of the formation, he felt that the situation was not good, and immediately shouted.

"The Eighth-Level Afterimage Sword·Xunwang Controls the Arrogant Wind!"

The Afterimage Sword moved with the sound, trembled suddenly, and drew a series of Afterimages through the air.