Chapter 1087 Mr. Buddha Fights One Against Five
There were more and more people, and masters from the secular world from three floors inside and three outside surrounded the pavilion. At this time, someone finally stood up and started to challenge. The man who walked out was a skinny man in his forties. Wearing black clothes and a scarf tied on his head, he stood there casually, and those standing outside felt a sense of suffocation.
Some people in the crowd began to talk: "Do you know who this senior is?"
"I've heard of it. I heard that he is the number one master in Morocco. This aura actually aroused all the breath in my body. I felt that my blood was about to boil and my breath was about to become disordered."
"The strong one who breaks the void is definitely the strong one who breaks the void!"
"I never thought there would be such a hermit master in this world!"
"Hehe, he is not a recluse. He is the strongest man in Morocco and the patron saint of Morocco, so people from the dark world rarely go to Morocco to cause trouble!"
"I've heard about it before. It's said that this strong man's strength ranks among the top in the world, but he keeps a low profile on weekdays, so no one knows much about him."
The man moved his body and punched twice casually, causing the air to fluctuate.
Several people in the pavilion looked at each other and said: "I never thought that such a master could come out of the secular world. This is also the early stage of breaking the void."
When they heard that this person's strength had reached the early stage of breaking the void, the people outside all showed respect and fear.
The strong Moroccan man looked into the pavilion. The light in his eyes was dazzling and sharp. His tone was calm and calm, and he said lightly: "The ancient martial arts sect has made an agreement with various countries for a long time. You can come out to recruit disciples, but you can't go too far. Cause trouble, it seems that your ancient martial arts sect has been closed off for too long and has no respect for the outside world."
Yuchi Ba suddenly jumped out of the pavilion, his fingers rang loudly, and the sound was like ringing a bell, making other people's ears buzz. He smiled evilly and said: "It seems that you should be one of the best in the secular world. You must be a master, no wonder you are so arrogant when you talk, let me educate you properly! Remember my name, Yuchiba of the Fiery Sect!"
The strong Moroccan man said calmly: "Moroccans, Gram!"
His voice was calm, but the energy on the surface of his body seemed to be burning. The violent breath made everyone feel suffocated and hot.
There were also flames burning in Yuchiba's eyes, and he laughed loudly: "Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, Gram, you happen to be my Yuchiba's best sparring opponent!"
Yuchiba laughed wildly, and there was also a flame burning on his appearance. It was not a real flame, but a hot gas. Then the two people rushed towards each other at the same time. Every time they took a step, the ground shook violently, and then It began to crack and gravel flew.
Yuchiba's boxing skills were fierce and domineering, and each punch carried the same power as breaking rocks, while Gram's boxing skills were agile. The two fought more than a hundred moves in the blink of an eye. Everyone was dazzled and thrilling. In their opinion, even a casual punch from either of these two people would be enough to kill them directly.
Even at the end of the fight, everyone could no longer see the two people clearly. At this time, the two people suddenly separated and flew backwards at the same time. Yuchiba flew several meters away before stopping. Then he laughed wildly and said: "Happy, happy! Gram, you lose!"
This Gram fell to the ground, and a trace of blood came out of the corner of his mouth. According to the moves, the two of them are not the same, but they are both exquisite, and it is difficult to distinguish. According to the realm, both of them are also breaking the void. In the early days, Yuchiba used his Qi more subtly than him, and almost didn't waste any Qi. Therefore, although their Qi was the same, the strength they exerted was completely different. Yuchiba is slightly better than him.
Gram sighed slightly and said, "I lost!"
At this time, Hou Zijian suddenly said: "I see the person I want."
He suddenly took action and rushed into the crowd. Everyone who tried to block him was knocked away by him. Then a young man who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old was caught in his hand. He grabbed the young man and flew back. Arrive at the pavilion.
A middle-aged man in his forties roared: "Let go of my son!"
The middle-aged man rushed out of the crowd and punched away. His strength reached the peak of Gangjin. The crowd exclaimed: "Isn't this the 'Raging Fist' Zhang Beihai who has lived in seclusion for many years? I didn't expect him. Here too!”
Hou Zijian snorted coldly, unsheathed the long sword in his hand, and cut Zhang Beihai's throat like a meteor from the sky. The strength of the two men was only one level apart, but it was a world of difference.
Hou Zijian sheathed his sword, and the boy in his hand shouted angrily: "You killed my dad, you killed my dad!"
Hou Zijian knocked the boy unconscious and said, "This person belongs to me."
Yuchiba walked back to the pavilion and said in a loud voice: "I'm afraid that's not right? Didn't we agree on rock, paper, scissors?"
Xia Changdong said calmly: "If we don't do as promised, then it depends on who is stronger?"
Hou Zijian then thought that the most powerful person here was Xia Changdong. He immediately threw the boy to the ground next to him, and then said: "Rock, paper, scissors."
These people got together and played rock-paper-scissors. In the end, it was Yuchi Ba who won. Yuchi Ba laughed loudly and said: "I am very lucky. I knew the master should send me out."
Seeing that these people were so excessive, other people randomly arrested people from them and distributed them in a way that made them all feel ashamed. They were exchanged as if they were goods. Everyone They were furious, but they were helpless because their strength was indeed worse than that of the other party.
At this time, the crowd began to become restless, and everyone shouted loudly: "Why hasn't Young Master Long come yet?"
"Yes, Mr. Long should come forward at this time."
"Maybe Mr. Buddha can do it too. He must teach these arrogant people a lesson."
These people started arguing one by one, and Xia Changdong's face was a little ugly, because he thought that he had just lost to the injured Mr. Long, which was simply an unspeakable shame, but he would not tell anyone here. .
There was a lot of shouting around, and Yu Meier suddenly smiled charmingly and said: "Don't compete with me for these two!"
She flew into the crowd like a butterfly. None of the people resisted or dodge, and they were all immersed in her moving figure and fragrance. Two young people with good figures were lifted directly from the crowd by him. He grabbed it out, and then flew back to the pavilion. Yu Meier looked at the two of them with charming eyes, and asked with a giggle: "Are you willing to go back with me? Huh?"
The two young men shook their heads wildly as if they were mad, "I'm happy, I'm happy."
Yu Meier burst into giggles and was extremely proud of herself.
Several other people took a look at the two men captured by Yu Mei'er. They were just handsome and in good shape, but they didn't see any particularly decent bones. They seemed to be taking them back to harvest yang and replenish yin. The tools were gone, and they didn’t bother to grab them.
Several other people swept towards the crowd. For them, intimidating the masters in this world was only one of their goals. The important purpose was to attract all the masters, and then they selected the targets and brought them back to the sect.
Xia Changdong's eyes suddenly lit up and he flew towards the crowd. Several people in the crowd who were standing in front of him were pierced by his sword and fell to the ground. For a moment, blood flowed into the crowd. Those people were not trying to stop him. , but he didn't have time to dodge, but he died because of it. Then he grabbed a young man in his early twenties in the crowd. That young man seemed to be the destined person he had chosen.
But before his hand could catch it, he felt a powerful aura coming towards his face, and then a Zen staff hit his head directly. Hou Zijian drew out his sword to block, and with a "ding" sound, he was knocked out by this huge force. Several meters away, the people in the dragon gate among the crowd were unable to hit him. Drunken Gyro laughed loudly and said: "Have fun, have fun, let me see if you can take a few more moves from me!"
Liu Zhen smiled wildly and said: "You monkeys who jumped out of nowhere, really think that no one in this world can cure you? Oh, and what is that thing called? ...Xia Changdong, right? You don’t want to lose face anymore. You clearly know that the leader of our Dragon Sect fought with Wei Sihai and Tokugawa Honnishi some time ago. He has been seriously injured and is now recuperating. You actually took this opportunity to go How about challenging my sect leader and returning home defeated?"
Xia Changdong felt that his whole face was burning. Only then did several other people from the ancient martial arts sect realize that Xia Changdong had already challenged Young Master Long, one of the two young masters, and had not even beaten the injured Young Master Long.
Drunken Top cursed: "Although the sect master defeated you, the sect master was originally seriously injured, and now it has affected his body's injuries, otherwise he would have come here and crushed all of you one by one!"
Xia Changdong gritted his teeth and said: "That's nonsense. I had a fight with Mr. Long, but the two young masters in the dark world are nothing more than that. I couldn't do anything to him, and he couldn't do anything to me."
Many masters from the secular world in the crowd burst into laughter when they heard what Xia Changdong said. Just now, they were killed and robbed here and there like livestock and goods by these people from the ancient martial arts world. When the people from Longmen arrived, they finally had a backbone.
Mo Long looked at Xia Changdong, exuding an extremely dangerous aura. His tone was calm, and the calmer it was, the more dangerous it was: "You say that our leader of the Dragon Gate is nothing more than this, but it also depends on the knife in my hand. Whether you answer or not. "
After feeling the terrifying aura of Mo Long, the faces of the younger generation leaders of the ancient martial arts sect changed drastically, but what frightened them was yet to come.
Before Mo Long had time to take action, a vague figure suddenly appeared in the center of the field. The figure became clearer and clearer. He was wearing a robe and a golden mask. Young Master Fo didn't know when he was standing here!
Mo Long let go of the knife in his hand, and the murderous aura dissipated. At this moment, Mr. Fo didn't know whether he was happy or angry, and said calmly: "Are you the ones who want to challenge the world's warriors? Don't bother me, I only have myself. Alone, you can come together."
These people glanced at each other and felt deep fear in each other's eyes. They had never felt this way even when facing the elders in the door. It felt as if the other person was a lion. And they are but insignificant ants under the lion's feet.
Aren't the masters of the ancient martial arts sect supposed to be superior? Shouldn't it be easy to trample these little people in the secular world under their feet? How could it become like this?
The five of them were extremely panicked, and then they couldn't bear the fear. They attacked Mr. Fo at the same time. The five void-breaking masters struck with all their strength, but all of them were hit in vain. When they turned around, everyone They all found a pair of eyes suddenly appearing in front of themselves.
That's right, just a pair of eyes.
Then they felt as if they had entered another world. In that world, there was no ground, no height, only endless darkness. Then countless iron chains flew over from the darkness, directly penetrating their bodies and stabbing them. Pierced their hearts.