Chapter 1289 The Teacher

Still, deadly still.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them with dazed expressions, and they were completely stunned. The dignified Dragon Emperor died so tragically, even the most powerful body in the world was not the enemy of their sword.

Especially those dragon clan disciples, their eyes were red, their whole body trembled, their fists were clenched tightly, and the anger in their eyes was already burning.

Only the old men from the holy mountain He Yunshan were overjoyed when they saw such a reversal situation. They never imagined that when a catastrophe was imminent, there were still such masters descending from the sky to save them from the crisis. It is really pitiful, and the ancestors are blessed.

So, a few old men leaned forward and hugged their fists with admiration on their faces: "I don't know the names of your seniors? Today, I am grateful to the Holy Mountain for helping me..."

"You bastards, you dare to kill our Lord Dragon Emperor, our dragon clan children will not let you go, we will all take our lives!" However, before they could finish their voices, a loud shout came from the crowd. He roared out, full of excitement and indignation.

The next moment, but after hearing the continuous roar of the dragon, the disciples of the dragon race had once again turned into giant dragons, and hundreds of thousands rushed towards the eight people. The darkness is overwhelming, the momentum is surging, and it has a tendency to smash everything in front of it into slag.

But when the eight people saw this, they still remained silent, they just looked at this majestic momentum indifferently, their faces were neither happy nor sad, just like before, very plain.

Even, completely ignoring the anger of these giant dragons, there is no meaning to take action.

Have confidence...have no fear!

The eyelids trembled slightly, Zhuo Fan's heart was shocked, and he hurriedly shouted: "Stop, stop for me, there is something wrong here!"

It is a pity that the tragic death of the Dragon Emperor has aroused the madness of these beasts, but he can no longer listen to Zhuo Fan's dissuasion. That huge body swayed its sharp giant tail, and its pupils exuded a bloodthirsty color, and it was gone forever!

boom!

Suddenly, above the nine heavens, a sword gang slammed down, and it arrived in an instant. The violent dragon army hadn't reacted to what was going on, and it was already shattered into slag in a loud noise that shook the sky and the earth, gurgling blood, and pouring it out like rain. The broken dragon body, in the blink of an eye, sputtered out like hailstones, and it was hard to count.

Moreover, the fallen dragon body residue is still very fine, roughly the size of a thumb. You must know that it is a giant dragon with a length of 100 meters. With a single sword, the corpse is actually smashed to such a degree, then this power...

His face couldn't help shaking violently. Zhuo Fan and others were completely stunned when they watched all this. Everyone's faces were pale with fright, and even the heroic man, his body began to tremble unconsciously.

Even the people from the Holy Mountain were so shocked that their mouths almost fell. After all, it was thousands of giant dragons, and in an instant, they shattered into such a scene, this strength...

With a stiff head, as the broken corpse fell, everyone looked up to the sky, but saw a middle-aged man with a sword-like face slowly falling down, but his left arm was empty, but it was a one-armed one. man of.

And seeing him fall, the previous eight quasi-emperors also bowed in unison, becoming even more respectful, not as expressionless as before.

"Another quasi emperor!"

His pupils shrank slightly, Zhuo Fan couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and his face became heavier: "And compared to the eight, this quasi emperor is much more terrifying. Even, those eight people and him are all from heaven and earth. Don't, it's hard to come by!"

Startled, Dan Qingsheng looked at the one-armed man again, and the fear in his heart became even deeper.

Those eight people are already masters at the undefeated Sword Sovereign level, and this one-armed man is actually much stronger than them, so what a monster he is.

Moreover, unlike those eight people, his swordsmanship is not one of the five major swordsmanships, but it seems to be exactly the same as their swordsmanship. .

After staring at the man for a long time, Jian Tong approached Zhuo Fan and said, "Father, I seem to be much more familiar with this man's breath than those eight people!"

"But why do I think that the breath of those eight people is more familiar?" With a frown, Zhuo Fan murmured: "After all, they are the inheritance of the five major swordsmanships, but this person seems to be similar and different, and seems to have some origins, But not at all... uh!"

Suddenly, Zhuo Fan seemed to think of something, and his complexion changed greatly, but he soon returned to normal, but in the depths of his eyes, there were a lot of cares and heaviness.

No, I still encountered it, or am I over-hearted...

All the people stared blankly at the falling figure of the man, or they were amazed, or fearful, or joyful, or resentful, they were not the same.

He didn't care about everyone's eyes at all. The man's eyes were blank and empty, and after glancing coldly at everyone present, he said lightly: "No need to fight, the two sides are in a truce!"

As soon as these words came out, the two sides glanced at each other, and they both let out a long breath and felt relieved.

He Yunshan and the others are fortunate that someone has finally come forward to help them save the holy mountain, otherwise, their holy mountain must be beheaded and killed by others.

Zhuo Fan sighed with emotion, but fortunately, these people came to persuade them, and they were neutral for the time being, not to help the holy mountain. Otherwise, these few ferocious gods will take action, and it is estimated that no matter how many they are, there will be heavy casualties.

Not to mention the eight undefeated Sword Sovereigns, this monster stronger than those eight people is even more troublesome. It would be better not to fight now. It's just that the Dragon Emperor died a little wrongly.

As for future plans, let's go back and have a long-term plan.

But

, I am not afraid of opponents like gods, but I am afraid of teammates like pigs. Now, both sides finally feel lucky to have escaped the catastrophe, but there are people who are ignorant of current affairs and commit crimes against the wind!

"Who do you think you are? We have already taken down the Holy Mountain. You said that if you don't fight, you won't fight. Why?" A discordant voice came from the Human-Dragon Alliance.

When Zhuo Fan heard it, his pupils glared at once, and he looked back, only to see that it was a powerful emperor who had just been recruited by the imperial domain. Seeing the other party now is only a mere nine people, what's so scary about the gathering of millions of powerhouses? He is here to snatch the treasures of the holy mountain. If you don't let him fight, who will he snatch?

Fully understanding the thoughts of these speculators, Zhuo Fan really can't wait to have the urge to strangle them.

Why do people? Just because others are better than us, and they are good at persuading us, of course we can't be self-willed any more. Don't make a toast, not eat or punish you, you won't count as courting death by yourself, and you will also implicate everyone.

Besides, fighting the Holy Mountain has nothing to do with you. With your strength, it's not you who is charging the front line!

"Someone, pull him away for me, bury him alive, don't let me see him again!"

Zhuo Fan roared at the man, and immediately a disciple of the Luo family stepped forward and instantly sealed his cultivation, dragging him away like a dead pig. It's just that the man still didn't understand what he had done wrong, and still yelled: "Wait, Butler Zhuo, where did I offend you? You want to treat me like this?"

"I don't even know where I went wrong, and I'm still alive. Don't leave me with his whole body and burn him!"

"Yes!"

The two Luo family disciples shouted in unison, with a look of indifference on their faces. As for the arrogant boy, he was about to cry, and there were still a lot of question marks in his head, where did I go wrong?

Looking at all this with cold eyes, the one-armed man had a rare smile on the corner of his mouth, and then looked at everyone, especially Zhuo Fan, said: "Xia Jianxin, Mr. Shuijing's valet, what else do you want to ask? ?"

"What, Mr. Shuijing?"

Can't help being surprised, the old men of the holy mountain and Zhuo Fan shouted together, and a heart couldn't stop shaking. But when others heard the name, their faces were blank, as if they didn't understand it at all.

Mr. Shuijing... Who is this person, Sanctuary has never heard of it? What, is he powerful?

All the people discussed it carefully and pointed at the nine people. Although they were not what Shui Jing was sacred, it was clear from his subordinates that he was definitely a powerful person.

After He Yunshan and others thought about it for a while, they came to Jianxin and bowed respectfully: "Mr. Lao Shuijing has helped, great kindness and great virtue, I am very grateful to the Six Sacred Mountain. Don't give up!"

Without answering him, without even looking at him, Jian Xin just stared indifferently ahead.

"Uh, Butler Zhuo, do you know Shuijing?"

On the other hand, Dan Qingsheng saw that Zhuo Fan's face was in stark contrast to the confusion of the rest of the people, and he couldn't help asking faintly: "I see these seniors in the sanctuary, and they seem to be very unfamiliar with this person!"

Nodding slightly, Zhuo Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, seemingly caught in memory, and muttered: "Yes, Mr. Shui Jing's name is hardly known in the sanctuary, probably a hidden master who does not pay attention to fame and fortune! "

"Then how did you find out?"

"How could I not know?"

After a long sigh of turbidity, Zhuo Fan said lightly: "After all, he is half my teacher..."

What?

Can't help being surprised, Dan Qingsheng and the others said in unison, "Master Zhuo's teacher?"

A staggering, He Yunshan and the others who were flattering with Jianxin, suddenly heard this call, almost scared to the point of not picking them off, and they were bloodied.

Then turned to look at Zhuo Fan, full of unbelievable colors.

Mr. Shuijing is Mr. Zhuo Fan? Then these masters are here to help him, or to help our holy mountain. If we help that kid, we won't be able to survive!

Frightened to the point of crying, the six He Yunshan went back and forth in front of Zhuo Fan and Jian Xin, trying to find the answer. However, Jian Xin smiled and said nothing, neither denying nor admitting it.

This can't help but make the six old men even more apprehensive, and their hearts are clenched tightly.

I said, Mr. Shuijing, you are still so brooding about your hatred 10 million years ago. Give us hope first, then give us despair, don't play like this...