Chapter 545: Nangong Wuque Holding Her Chrysanthemum

The long black sticks all over the sky were spinning, making whistling sounds, and the picture was very shocking.

The audience was stunned, this old man was so powerful, he transformed thousands of pieces with one stick, and everyone who looked at the long sticks in the sky trembled.

The flames soared into the sky, and they kept colliding with the long sticks, causing the flames to splash.

In the void, Master Xuanming's eyes were deep, and his whole body turned into a burning man. With a wave of his palm, the flames swept across, changed constantly, and turned into a monstrous giant mouth, biting towards the thin old man. go.

The old man's gaze was fixed, he raised his hand and waved it forward, and suddenly dense black sticks flew over, gathered together, and turned into a monstrous giant stick, directly supporting the flames blasted by Master Xuanming. burst.

With a long howl, Master Xuan Ming's body moved sideways in the air, dodging the blow.

The other masters also shot bravely.

Master Gu He waved his hand, and a green elixir fell into his mouth. After chewing for a few times, he swallowed it. Afterwards, Master Gu He's aura rose, and he punched hard on the ground. superior.

A shock wave erupted from the ground.

The thin old man seemed to have expected it long ago, he stepped hard and leaped up high, unexpectedly dodging the shock wave by a hair's breadth.

The old man was holding a long black stick, surging with true energy, the black stick seemed to tremble, making a deafening sound, and swung it down violently, the waves were monstrous.

boom! !

The ground exploded, Master Gu He dodged like lightning, and rushed straight into the sky, facing the old man.

Bang bang bang! !

Master Gu He roared loudly, his movements were fast, and he kept fighting the old man in the void.

Bu Fang carried Xiao Ba, looked at the long black stick in front of him, took a deep breath, and walked slowly, intending to walk around the black stick.

However, as soon as he took a step, the black stick started to shake and hit him directly.

Um?

Bu Fang frowned, a little unhappy.

This is a bit too much...

Bu Fang touched the ground with his toes, and moved sideways, but the long stick followed suit and slammed down on Bu Fang in a daze.

There was a bang.

The ground was directly smashed by the long stick.

Bu Fang frowned, his speed exploded again, and he kept moving, but the long black stick kept entangled.

Nangong Wuque and the chief referee in the distance took a deep breath when they saw this scene. This long black stick is really extraordinary.

"Old Bu, I'll help you!!"

Nangong Wuque roared, stepped on the ground with one step, and shot towards Bu Fang's position.

"Don't……"

Seeing this scene, Bu Fang shrank his eyes, and just opened his mouth to stop him, but found that Nangong Wuque had already arrived.

With a face full of excitement, he jumped up high and blasted towards the long stick.

In the void, the thin old man was shining with light all over his body, and his blood was rolling like a stormy sea. His eyes flickered, he squinted at the position where Bu Fang was, and waved his hand casually.

Immediately, several long black sticks slammed down again.

"Damn it?! Didn't we promise there was only one stick?!" Nangong Wuque watched the densely packed long sticks fall down with a dazed face, and ten thousand black dogs galloped past in his heart.

What about trust between people?

boom!

A forest of white flames swept away and shot straight into the sky.

The dark white Nether King Flame hit the long black sticks, and finally blocked a few black sticks, but there were still a few whistling down.

Boom boom boom!

Nangong Wuque posed in various poses,

It was the one who narrowly avoided the bombardment of the long stick, the ground was smashed and smashed, and all kinds of rubble flew.

Nangong Wuque was so frightened that his little heart beat.

"It's terrible! This black stick has become a spirit, right?"

Bu Fang was speechless.

"If it's me alone, then I only need to deal with one stick, and if you join... the number of sticks will be more." Bu Fang looked at Nangong Wuque like an idiot.

Since the old man dared to use a stick to stop him, he naturally had confidence in the stick.

With more people, the number of sticks must also increase...

"Fuck! This stick is poisonous!"

Nangong Wuque didn't pay attention, and was stabbed on the buttock by a black stick, his face immediately became contorted, and the next moment, several sticks fell, hitting him with a dazed face, so lifeless...

The two sticks spun up, roaring and smashing towards Bu Fang.

Bu Fang's eyes were deep, he held Xiao Ba in one hand, and the other hand was surrounded by green smoke, and a basalt cauldron emerged.

True Qi poured into the Xuanwu pot, Bu Fang unceremoniously picked up the pot and smashed it down.

Boom!

The basalt pot was extremely heavy, and when it was dropped like this, the long black stick flew out and landed in the distance.

Bu Fang didn't show any tendency to stop. He grabbed the chicken with one hand and the pot with the other, and walked slowly until he walked up to the long stick, and the Xuanwu pot fell down fiercely.

The black long stick was smashed and cracked.

In the void, the thin old man's eyes suddenly shrank, and he glanced coldly at Bu Fang's position, just in time to see the scene where Bu Fang raised his head to meet his gaze.

Bu Fang didn't say anything, and walked slowly towards the distance with the Xuanwu pot in hand.

"Want to leave?!"

The thin old man's face was cold, he didn't expect that little ant to dare to resist!

The long black stick in his hand swung across, sweeping the five alchemy masters back.

Master Xuan Ming, Master Gu He and others were sweating on their foreheads.

They are also a bit of a pain in the ass, as expected of the people of the ancient city of Shura, their fighting power is strong, these old guys, they haven't done anything for a long time, they really can't beat them all at once.

Five alchemy masters were swept away by one person... What a shame!

"No! Hold on everyone, don't lose the face of my Alchemy House!" Master Xuanming shouted loudly, his alchemy robe stirred up again, and rushed towards the thin old man.

"The old man's goal is the cook. Why do you bother with the old man? Give the cook to the old man, and everyone will be happy!"

The thin old man said, with a sweep of the black stick, the shadow of the stick flew across the sky.

Boom boom boom!

Master Xuan Ming was thrown upside down by a stick, his chest heaved and he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of bright red blood, his face was pale.

"If you stop the old man again, I'm really rude!" The thin old man glanced at the few people, and said coldly, after all, he was in the alchemy mansion, and he has been refraining from killing.

Wow! !

The audience's lungs were about to explode! How could this old man be so rampant!

Facing the five alchemy masters, they dared to threaten them. Are all the people in the ancient city of Shura so rampant? !

Really bully me that there is no one in Dan Mansion!

"Damn it! I can't help it! I'm going to Tianlan City now!"

"This old man is so coquettish! I am so angry that I want to blast him to death with Yuanjing cannon!"

"Don't worry about it, he is a strong man who has broken through the shackles of the five supreme beings... Who will be killed by your cannonball!"

...

The audience was filled with righteous indignation, and various voices came and went.

Bu Fang naturally didn't care about this, he was planning to go back to the shop with Xiao Ba and the Xuanwu pot on his shoulder.

Anyway, this match is already over, and it has nothing to do with him if things get rough here...

However, just as Bu Fang was about to leave, two figures suddenly shot out from the auditorium.

The figure's speed was very fast, somewhat beyond the expectations of the audience.

Both Massa and Tong He's eyes were filled with excitement!

So exciting! The two of them didn't expect that the Holy Maiden would order to do something directly on this wonderful hand rejuvenation ceremony!

As expected of a saint, she is really awesome!

This kid is alone now, it is a good time to capture him, as long as he catches this kid, the Shura Pagoda will return!

Their Shura ancient city will rise again, and they don't need to bear the threat of Qianlong Wangting!

Of course, the order given to them by the Holy Maiden was to capture the cook. It seemed that the cook was able to activate the Shura Pagoda. The Holy Maiden was very interested in the secret of this.

But if you want to capture it, let's capture it... The black long straight woman is not here, and it will be a matter of minutes for them to capture this kid.

The appearance of Massa and Tong He was somewhat unexpected to Bu Fang, and his body tightened slightly.

Put away the Xuanwu pot, and start with the keel kitchen knife.

True Qi poured in, and accompanied by a dragon's chant, the dragon bone kitchen knife suddenly became bigger, blooming with golden brilliance, dazzling and charming eyes.

A kitchen knife sweeps everything.

Overlord Thirteen Knives!

Bu Fang narrowed his eyes, holding a huge keel kitchen knife in one hand, and slashed down.

Suddenly the void trembled, and a huge figure seemed to appear behind Bu Fang. The figure was very vague, but full of majesty.

"Hmph! A Supreme still wants to stop me from waiting? Don't you underestimate us? Do you think you are Hei Changzhi?" Tong He and Mi Sa sneered.

boom!

When the sword light was cut down, Tong He waved it casually, and his true energy gushed out, directly smashing the sword light.

However, the second sword light followed closely behind.

Overlord Thirteen Knives, one knife is stronger than one knife!

Cut down with thirteen knives, the power is infinite!

Tong He shattered the blade light again, sneered incomparably, seeing Bu Fang struggling, he was so excited!

"Supreme... just like an ant!"

The step does not change color, the third knife, the fourth knife...

After chopping six knives in a row, Bu Fang also began to gasp for breath, his chest heaved, he took a step back, and put away the keel kitchen knife.

And in the distance, Tong He's face turned purple!

Go fucking supreme!

What the hell is this? !

He can shatter the first blade glow, and he can also shatter the second...the third...the fourth...

Is it over yet?

When the sixth sword glow slammed down, Tong He was cut off and knelt on the ground with one knee, his shoulder was sliced ​​open, and blood flowed...

He was a powerful man in the divine state, but he was almost beheaded by a supreme being!

This is simply... What a fucking dog!

Boom!

In the auditorium, two figures rushed out again.

A figure is extremely elegant, with a handsome complexion, and a green shirt and long robe, which is extremely delicate.

It was Xiao He from Fenglei Pavilion.

The other person was carrying an epee, with a serious face, it was Ximenxuan of the Great Desolation Sect.

"Brother Ximen, the boss at this step is likely to be the successor of Gluttony Valley, so let's help out, we can't let people from Shura Ancient City take him away."

Xiao He said with a smile, a blue long sword was drawn out of its sheath, and the sword light flickered.

Ximenxuan glanced at Xiao He indifferently, raised his hand and grasped the heavy sword behind his back, the muscles in his arm suddenly agitated, and the heavy sword was pulled out by him with great force.

"Okay, kill."

The corner of Xiao He's mouth curled up, and his toes touched the ground. Suddenly, there was a sound of wind and thunder, and his figure shot out like lightning, heading straight for Massa and Tong He.

Mi Sa and Tong He didn't expect that these two people appeared, shouted angrily, and fought together.

Bu Fang patted his chest, glanced at Xiao He and Ximen Xuan, never thought that these two would come to rescue him.

In the distance, Nangong Wuque staggered over with his hands on the chrysanthemum, his face full of grievances.

"Old Bu, hurry up...it's too scary here."

Bu Fang gave him a strange look and nodded.

However, when the two had just taken a step, the accident suddenly happened again.

Because both Bu Fang and Nangong Wuque were covered by a touch of red, as if they had turned into a sea of ​​red.

The red yarn is rolling, and the fragrance is lingering.

A graceful figure loomed between the red veils all over the sky, standing in front of Bu Fang and Nangong Wuque.