Chapter 838 The Road to Heaven

The elders, disciples, and worshipers who watched all of them from below were completely stunned at this moment. They took a deep breath and froze in place, unable to believe that this was true.

The only dozen or so soul-melting masters in the sect were killed by one move, and none of them survived.

Looking at the scenes where blood was dripping and pieces of corpses fell, everyone present was completely stunned for a moment. There was no sound from everything around, only the endless silence!

Not caring about the horror of the crowd, Zhuo Fan retracted his sword into his body, turned his head slowly, but once again looked at Ren Xiaoyun, who had been punched a dozen times in the air as a sandbag, and the corner of his mouth drew an evil arc.

He couldn't help shaking his body, Ren Xiaoyun's heart shuddered immediately, and his face suddenly became bitter.

What, come again, why are you staring at me all the time? I'm really dying. If I take two more hits, I'm really going to die. And those elder worshipers, don't look at them, come and help!

However, those old guys were still standing there dumbfounded, no one stepped forward. I don't know if I really haven't reacted from the shock just now, or I just pretended to be stupid and didn't want to find bad luck and mess with this evil star.

Seeing everything in sight, Ren Xiaoyun was about to scold his mother.

Usually one by one slaps the horse and slips the beard, and one does not fall, but now at the critical moment, when it is time for you to save your life, the chain will fall. These old guys are too unscrupulous.

But he was anxious, and those old guys also had difficulties in their hearts. Even more than a dozen soul-melting masters of the sect were killed by that kid with one move. Aren't they cannon fodder when they went to the virtual realm?

Sect Master, you must also be considerate of me, and maintain a strong heart for the sect!

A bitterness in his heart, Ren Xiaoyun's face gradually showed a dead gray color. It's over, he is no longer saved, who can save him here?

When Zhuo Fan saw it, he grinned, stepped forward again, and rushed towards him: "Hahaha... Ren Sect Master, there are only three sects in the Tianxing sect, but that's all. The elders are all courageous to worship. Rat generation, at a critical moment, no one is willing to come forward, you are a failure as a suzerain!"

His face twitched slightly, Ren Xiaoyun was depressed, but he closed his eyes helplessly.

"metropolitan!"

At this time, the old guys seemed to have just reacted, and hurriedly shouted, their eyes were splitting, and their faces were full of anger, but still no one came forward to help.

Alas, that's all, I've already seen through the minds of you old people. Lao Tzu is about to die, what are you doing in this sensational drama, to give Lao Tzu the last bit of comfort?

Hmph, hypocrisy!

Raising his eyes to glance at those people, Ren Xiaoyun couldn't help snorting lightly, pouting his lips in disdain, but there was a sadness in his heart!

He can't tell now, whether these old guys are coming to give him some comfort, or whether the usually hypocritical masks have been worn for too long and can no longer be taken off.

In short, what he can be sure of is that these old guys who are usually flattering and flattering by his side, at the critical moment, are all fucking unreliable! Knowing this, he should have let these old guys take the lead. What was he doing with Zhuo Fan's monster so early?

Ren Xiaoyun was full of regrets in his heart for a while.

Unfortunately, it was too late. With a slam, Zhuo Fan's body appeared beside him in an instant, and a majestic punch also slammed into his head.

This time, different from the previous series of beatings and teasing, it was a killing move that really aimed at the key points. Zhuo Fan doesn't want to play this cruel game anymore.

Unconsciously, Ren Xiaoyun closed his eyes and sighed helplessly.

This time I really provoked a little monster that shouldn't be provoked...

call out!

However, just when Zhuo Fan's surging and chilling punch had not hit his head, a sharp buzzing sound suddenly entered everyone's ears.

The next moment, Zhuo Fan's fist stagnated suddenly, but he took a quick step backward, and suddenly raised his head and flew out. At the same time, a sharp sword light slid straight across his nose, and the sharp golden aura that seemed to pierce everything actually made him feel a little needle-like pain on his face.

boom!

The sword light swept across his cheek and fell straight into the forest behind him. After a loud explosion, the flames shot into the sky, the smoke and dust dispersed, and the area of ​​dozens of kilometers was instantly razed to the ground!

The might of his sword force was more than double that of his surging punch just now!

It is conceivable that if the sword just stabbed him, what terrifying results would be!

With a squeak, Zhuo Fan forcibly stopped Houfei's body and stood up, but there was a fine cold sweat on his forehead. Looking up, I saw a tall figure standing in the void not far away, wearing a white shirt and looking very young. He was slowly holding the seriously injured Ren Xiaoyun in his hands, but he looked at him indifferently.

"Great offering!"

Seeing everyone from below, they couldn't help being surprised, and then they bowed and bowed with joy as if they had seen a savior. Ren Xiaoyun also drew an arc of delight at the corner of his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice: "Great worship, you are out of the customs..."

"If I don't go out again, you should be beaten to death!"

He couldn't help but chuckle, the big worshiper waved his hand and threw Ren Xiaoyun's body downwards. Those elder worshipers who had been fighting all the time, hurried forward to catch them, and again attentively cared for Ren Xiaoyun all the way, asking long and short questions. But now Ren Xiaoyun didn't have a good look on them.

Just now there is a great opportunity to give charcoal in the snow, you don't cherish it, and now you want to add the icing on the cake? hum, it's too late!

Ren Xiaoyun's face was gloomy, and he didn't say a word in the face of a wave of caring and condolences around him.

The big worshiper saw it, but he couldn't help laughing, and then turned to look at Zhuo Fan, with a look of doubt in his eyes: "I don't know what the relationship between Your Excellency and my Tianxingzong has, but you want to make such a big movement? "

"A sword that travels the sky, the sword that travels the sky, Xiao Yunshan?"

Eyes narrowed slightly, Zhuo Fan did not answer his question, but sneered, and said faintly: "You finally appeared, I am the disciple of Moce Zong who worships Yuan Xinggang, Zhuo Fan!"

He couldn't help shaking his body, Xiao Yunshan gave him a deep look, and then he nodded slightly and said clearly: "So that's the case, you are the disciple he mentioned. Your master treated you before his death. But he is highly respected, and his face is full of pride. I have never seen him show such a complacent face. I can't help it, even I want to see you in person, but I heard later that you were taken by the people of the Heaven and Earth Justice Sect I'm staring at it, I don't think I have a chance...I didn't expect..."

"I didn't expect that I was still alive and found your door?"

There was a strange look at the corner of his mouth, and a naked cold light flashed in Zhuo Fan's eyes, and said coldly: "Xiao Yunshan, I have already inquired, my master was killed by you. So my primary target today is you. It's gone!"

With a calm expression on his face, Xiao Yunshan looked at him quietly, then turned his head and glanced at Ren Xiaoyun, who was seriously injured, and nodded lightly: "So that's the case, you kept his life until now, for the sake of Lead me out!"

"Yeah, but you came out too late, otherwise the dozen or so soul-melting worshipers from your sect wouldn't have to die so early!"

"Hehehe... I'm sorry, the old man has been in seclusion, and I couldn't hear the movement here in time. It is indeed a lot late!" Xiao Yunshan chuckled, as if he didn't care that his sect master was beheaded. the fact of killing.

This can't help but make Zhuo Fan feel strange for a while, is this Tianxingzong worshipping and the old men of Zongmen not dealing with it, or has his state of mind already reached a state of being flattered and humiliated?

Taking a deep look at Zhuo Fan, Xiao Yunshan continued: "You are here today, presumably to avenge your teacher, so before that, I have a question I want to ask, I wonder if I can answer it?"

"I am still happy to fulfill the dying wishes of the dead!"

"Hehehe...that's arrogant, but..." He couldn't help but chuckle, Xiao Yunshan looked at the surrounding situation, but nodded approvingly: "However, there is indeed arrogance. No wonder that old guy is so proud of you. This closed-door disciple is indeed talented, not bad. But, I heard that Moce Sect was slaughtered not long ago, is this what you did?"

Nodding slightly, Zhuo Fan was noncommittal: "That's right!"

"Then do you know that Moce Sect is the lifeblood of the old guy. Even if those people betrayed the old guy and killed the old guy, they are also the foundation of Moce Sect. The sect is ruined, and the old guy's lifelong efforts are also ruined. You avenge him like this, are you respecting the teacher or destroying the Tao?"

Xiao Yunshan looked at him deeply, his eyes solemn, waiting for his answer.

Zhuo Fan's face was calm, and he stared back closely, without the slightest guilt, but after a while, he burst out laughing, shook his head noncommittally and said, "Who said I was avenging my teacher?"

Xiao Yunshan couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"In the end, the master is already dead, so what if he takes revenge, what if he doesn't take revenge, his old man will not survive!"

A wise light flashed in his eyes, and Zhuo Fan said faintly: "Everyone is avenging themselves, and so do I. Mocezong is indeed master's hard work, but not mine. I only recognize my master, not mine. Recognize Moce Sect. I told my master before that when he was in Moce Sect for one day, I would take Moce Sect as his home, otherwise... hehehe, my relatives are not here, not my home. Master, his old man has his own way, I It also has its own way.”

"Master was killed, and his wish may not want to destroy the entire sect. But in my opinion, the entire sect is a murderer. If I don't destroy this bastard, I'm sorry it's not my master. , is my own heart and my own way. Xiao Yunshan, do you understand?"

He couldn't help shaking his body, Xiao Yunshan's eyelids moved slightly, he thought about it a little, and looked up at the sky. Before Yuan Lao was dying, the heart-piercing words roared in his ears again.

Xie Wuyue, you will make the sect doomed forever...

It turned out that he meant this!

Taking a deep breath, and staring at Zhuo Fan again, Xiao Yunshan couldn't help laughing out loud: "Hahaha... That's it, old guy, now I finally know why you are so proud of this disciple. Sure enough , good, good, hahaha..."