Chapter 247: Correcting the Name of Motian Pavilion
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The five people spit blood in the sky.
The long sword fell to the ground.
Gang Qi was instantly shattered like glass and dissipated into the air.
Such a powerful booster move of the Mirror Platform cannot make up for the gap between the two sides.
Hua Wudao explained how to use the gap in realm to crush opponents.
Gives little hope to the opponent...
"So strong!"
There is a feeling that a grandfather beats his grandson, which is not at the same level at all.
Who said that squatting can't fight back?
Who says squatting is doomed to be beaten?
The spectators watched with excitement.
The crowd burst into exclamations.
"Elder Yun Zonghua, actually entered the Motian Pavilion!"
"Motian Pavilion got this arm... Tianjianmen, wouldn't it be bad luck?"
Hua Wudao's Liuhe Daoyin is extremely dazzling and dazzling.
Especially when the nine big characters in seal script spread out... The golden light cooperates with the Dao seal, like a golden epiphyllum in full bloom!
Luo Xingkong frowned as he looked at the light print of the mirror on the ground...
Hua Wudao keeps walking!
Liuhe Daoyin appeared again.
The five disciples fell to the ground one after another, four fell unconscious, and one vomited blood and died.
see this scene.
Ming Shiyin shook his head: "After all, he stayed in Yunzong for too long and refused to be ruthless."
"However, we must also see his progress. If he had just entered the Motian Pavilion, how dare Elder Hua dare to kill!"
Lu Zhou continued to close his eyes and meditate.
While thinking about the box and the key, I was thinking about how to catch a few scoundrels.
He did not see the grand occasion on the lotus platform at all.
Hua Wudao is still moving...
Every time he took a step forward, a large seal script would be added to his body.
Glittering and gorgeous.
"Hua Wudao... I really didn't expect that the dignified elder Yunzong would actually help Zhou to be abusive. After this, the old man must go to Yunzong to seek justice." Luo Xingkong said looking at Hua Wudao who was constantly approaching.
Hua Wudao suddenly flashed forward.
hum-
Seven-leaf dharma body, eight feet high, stands in the sky.
Opposite the dharma body, the disciples of Tianjianmen collapsed to the ground at the same time.
It was too close, and it was almost completely suppressed by the law body.
The five elders and Luo Xingkong raised their heads one after another, showing horror.
The spectators were stunned!
Seven leaves!
This is the Seven Leaf Dharma Body! How many people can't reach the heights in their lifetime!
With Hua Wudao alone in Motian Pavilion, it is an insurmountable gap in Tianjianmen.
The spectators were in an uproar.
How to fight this?
Fuck it!
Tianjianmen is humiliating itself!
At this time, Chuan Yunfei stepped onto the chariot, and Ming Shiyin said, "Elder Hua, don't bully the little ones with the big ones."
Hua Wudao nodded, his toes a little, and the Dharma body disappeared, his body was as light as a swallow, and he returned to the flying chariot.
The gap is too big, and there is no point in fighting!
"I come!"
Little Yuan'er floated down.
The spectators outside the venue were puzzled, where did this sing?
A flower is enough! Want to replace?
However, the spectators are very much looking forward to such a scene... After all, if it is too overwhelming, it will not be entertaining at all.
"This is the ninth disciple of Motian Pavilion, Ci Yuan'er."
"Why are you carrying a tattered red cloth? Are you going to get married?"
When the words fall.
Like a dragon, Brahma Ling flew out of Xiao Yuan'er's body and rolled towards the gossip.
The crowd was so frightened that they retreated again and again.
Before the man could resist, he was swept into the sky by Brahma Ling, and Brahma Ling suddenly loosened.
The cultivator who had just entered Tong Xuan fell.
A scream! His face was covered in blood.
"Rag? Break your mouth."
What a fierce little girl!
"Heaven-rank weapon! This turned out to be a sky-rank weapon!" The sharp-eyed man was amazed.
"It is said that there are many treasures in Motian Pavilion... I saw it today, and it really is."
"Don't talk anymore, this brother... miserable!"
Xiaoyuan'er didn't even look at anyone outside the venue.
Brahma Ling was like a red dragon, flying back and hanging in the air.
Xiaoyuan'er looked at Tianjianmen and the others with a smile.
He hooked his finger towards Luo Xingkong: "Old man... I'll fight you."
The disciples of Tianjianmen took a step back.
Many people have regretted it... Why do you want to fight against Motian Pavilion?
Even the weakest little devil is so terrifying, how can we fight from the back?
"I'll fight you! Little girl!" One of the five elders behind Luo Xingkong, Luo Zheng couldn't help it, and the long sword came from the sky.
The sword gang swings up!
On the lotus platform, one after another sword gangs are like crescent-shaped light prints, flying all over the sky.
Xiao Yuan'er didn't dare to be careless, she took two steps back, and Brahma Ling blocked those sword gangs.
"Luo Zheng, Yuanshen Tribulation Realm, unopened leaves. He is one of the masters of Tianjianmen." Someone said.
"I heard that the cultivation of the ninth disciple of Motian Pavilion is only in the divine court realm, and Tianjianmen should be able to find some ground..."
However,
They just finished talking.
Xiao Yuan'er's Brahma Ribbon suddenly danced around.
Little Yuan'er walked in the air, stepping on the Brahma silk, flashing all over the sky.
This is the Seven Stars Harvesting Clouds.
Bang bang bang!
With the Brahma Ribbon, with the momentum of crushing, pressing Luo Zheng to fight!
Luo Zheng didn't expect that the opponent was so strong... His face sank, and he stepped back!
"The Mirror Stage!"
The moment Luo Zheng retreated into the Mirror Stage, the Dharma body suddenly lit up.
With the blessing of the Mirror Platform, the Dharma Body opened its leaves!
Energy surge!
The power of the sword gang is greatly increased.
"Little Junior Sister, be careful." Ming Shiyin reminded.
"Eat my sword!"
Luo Zheng stepped on his feet, and the whole person went straight forward, holding a sword in both hands, like the arrow of Li Xuan, stabbing towards Xiao Yuan'er.
The tip of the sword flashed a golden light, forming a sharp streamlined light.
Ming Shiyin frowned and was hesitating whether to help Xiaoyuaner.
hum!
The dharma body appeared behind Xiao Yuan'er... Moreover, the way the dharma body appeared was a bit special, like a child growing up.
This means... the law body has become taller.
A full increase of ten feet in height.
This also means... the law body opens its leaves.
"How is this possible? She has bloomed!"
"The leaves opened during the battle! Primordial Spirit Tribulation Realm, Yi Ye Dharma Body! Not the God Court Realm!"
Xiaoyuan'er's performance refreshed everyone's understanding of Motian Pavilion.
There are many people with terrifying talents, but in less than six years, only Xiao Yuan'er can enter the Primordial Spirit Tribulation Realm One Leaf Dharma Body.
The ancients were never seen before.
No one came after that.
Xiaoyuan'er watched Luo Zheng attack, instead of retreating, she advanced.
Tread the sky to greet him.
"It's too late!" Luo Zheng snorted coldly, and the long sword in his hand turned one into two, two into four, and four into eight.
Eight Sword Gangs attacked.
Under the influence of the Ding Jingtai, the power is even more prosperous.
hum!
"what is that?"
"Isn't it... Yunshang Yuyi?"
"Not only Yunshang Yuyi, but also Cloud Treading Boots!"
Cloud-walking boots, plus seven-star cloud-harvesting steps.
Xiao Yuan'er brought Brahma Ling, facing Jian Gang to the top of Luo Zheng.
Being reminded like this, everyone saw Xiao Yuan'er's clothes and boots exuding blue stars.
Sword Gang was canceled.
At the same time... Xiaoyuan'er also came to Luo Zheng.
With a playful smile: "You are too weak!"
A kick!
boom!
[Ding, kill a Primordial Spirit Tribulation Realm target and get 1000 merit points. 】
The lotus platform went up and down, and it became quiet.
The spectators swallowed and stared at the falling Luo Zheng in disbelief.
The dignified Tianjianmen elder was kicked to death?
"Elder Luo!"
Two disciples stepped forward to check.
"Elder Luo Zheng is dead!"
Xiao Yuan'er didn't care at all, she hovered in the air and hooked her finger towards Luo Xingkong: "They are not enough to fight, you should come!"
The four elders of Tianjianmen couldn't bear it.
"Luo Yong, take down this girl and avenge Luo Zheng!"
One of the five elders of Luo Yong.
"Little Junior Sister, your speed is too slow! Let me do it—"
Ming Shiyin slowly fell from the sky.
The spectators shifted their gazes and saw Ming Shiyin...
"It should be the fourth disciple of Motian Pavilion."
Xiaoyuan'er said flatly, "Senior brother, I haven't played enough yet!"
"Good, you're already showing off enough."
"Humph."
Xiaoyuan'er stepped back in the air.
Ming Shiyin stood on the lotus platform with his hands behind his back, looked at the people in Tianjianmen across from him, and said, "I'm not a little junior sister, so I don't have a measure of measure. Come on."
The spectators seemed to understand one thing.
Motian Pavilion is not only to destroy Tianjianmen.
This is also to prove to the world that the Motian Pavilion is still strong...even, to restore the glory of the past? !
They all overlooked an important issue.
The first and second disciples of the Motian Pavilion, and the seventh disciple did leave the Motian Pavilion, but... there are still disciples in the Motian Pavilion. Looking at this situation, it seems that Yu Zhenghai and Yu Shangrong had the spirit of picking up all the best players in the past.
"Insanity!"
Luo Yong held a long sword, inclined forty-five degrees.
His eyes were grim.
As if seeing through life and death, he first closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly opened them again.
"This is Luo Yong, one of the five elders, who is good at nirvana... It is rumored that any practitioner standing in front of him can't survive three moves."
"So strong?"
"After all, it is the elder of Tianjianmen. There is also the courage to see death as home. Motian Pavilion should continue to use Hua Wudao."
Luo Yong was expressionless, looking at Ming Shiyin in front of him.
The long sword trembled.
Explosion of vitality!
At the same time as the figure flickered, afterimages were left in place!
Everyone exclaimed, staring at this scene.
Too fast!
This picture is like dozens of figures attacking Ming Shiyin at the same time.
Ming Shiyin smiled and flashed forward.
Chi!
An obvious tearing sound spread throughout the lotus platform.
The sound of vitality surging, the trembling sound of the sword body, stopped abruptly.
Everything stopped at this moment.
The two switched positions, back to back.
Luo Yong's eyes were wide open... There was only air out, but no air in.
His lips trembled slightly, and he murmured, "How...how could it be...this, this way..."
puff.
fell straight down.
[Ding, kill a Primordial Spirit Tribulation Realm target, reward 1000 merit points. 】
Luo Xingkong finally frowned, looking at Ming Shiyin who was facing them.
The spectators were horrified.
From start to finish, only one move?
How did you do it?
Because of the cultivation base, many people did not see this move clearly, but felt that the shadows of the two sides collided with each other, and the battle was over in an instant.
There is no gorgeous collision of Astral Qi, and there is no competition between Dao Seal and Fa Seal.
"Who else?" Ming Shiyin said in a faint voice.
Three of the five elders remained.
It's no longer a climate.
The spectators shook their heads.
"The defeat is set, and the Tianjianmen is over."
"With the help of Mingjingtai, I was still crushed! The world of practice has underestimated Motian Pavilion."
"The remaining three elders are just at the peak of the divine court realm, where can they be opponents?"
Ming Shiyin's eyes swept across the crowd, and he said again: "Luo Xingkong, you should come."
Luo Xingkong was unmoved, although his eyes were burning, he never moved.
He seemed to be waiting.
Waiting for an opportunity to take a shot.
From time to time he looked up at Fei Nian.
Unfortunately……
Lu Zhou, who was on the chariot, kept his eyes closed, with an air of indifference to the world.
Luo Xingkong felt extremely tight in his chest.
He looked back again at the back of the lotus platform.
Empty.
"Fourth Junior Brother, it's my turn." Duanmusheng waved his overlord spear.
Ming Shiyin: "..."
Don't do that, I haven't had enough.
Ming Shiyin rolled his eyes and said, "Third Senior Brother, this kind of small scene is not worth your shot. You are just like Master, this kind of thing will only lower your identity!"
Listen.
Is this what people say?
But to the audience, it has a different meaning.
Motiange, the third disciple, is he a master at the same level as the master of Motiange?
This kind of speculation is entirely possible, after all, the eldest apprentice Yu Zhenghai and the second apprentice Sword Mo Yu Shangrong were both top-notch practitioners in the world. It is rumored that the two of them have already cultivated the eight leaves.
The third apprentice is the third, and it is not too late to get started... The cultivation base should be higher!
Ming Shiyin said to the opposite: "Is there no one?"
The sound was low, the air stagnant.
Luo Xingkong looked back at the three elders.
The three elders actually took a step back at this time.
What the heck, what the hell is going on!
Any apprentice you just pull out will be crushed...Is it fun to give people a head?
"I quit!"
One of the elders threw away the long sword in his hand.
Under the lotus stage, there was an uproar.
In the right way of the famous school, betrayal of the teacher's school, or retreat in the face of battle, those are behaviors that are despised by the world and cannot be forgiven.
One of the top ten famous sects of Tianjianmen would actually be in front of the world. How could Luo Xingkong not be angry when such a thing happened.
"I quit too!"
Of the three elders, two threw away their long swords.
Luo Xingkong's eyes changed and he raised his right hand!
A golden fist shot out.
Bang, bang!
Two elders died at the same time!
Luo Xingkong said with an expressionless face: "Heavenly Sword Sect elder Luo Tianxiang, Luo Hongzhong, defected and fled. Execute on the spot!"
"..."
The spectators looked horrified.
Such a ruthless means.
The spectators also seem to realize... the contradiction between the two sides has entered the main event.
They all looked at Luo Xingkong who was numb.
From beginning to end, there was only indifference, anger, and even hatred he showed.
At this time.
A voice came from the flying chariot—
"Master Luomen...why?"
Everyone looked over.
It wasn't Lu Zhou who spoke.
It's not a waste of time either.
It was... the former eldest disciple of Tianjianmen, Zhou Jifeng.
"Traitor." Luo Xingkong glanced at him and scolded.
Zhou Jifeng first surrendered to Lu Zhou.
Lu Zhou didn't open his eyes, he just waved his left hand slightly.
Zhou Jifeng, who got the answer, stepped out of the flying carriage and came to the top of the lotus platform.
Suspended, stopped, looked around, and clasped fists around: "Everyone, I need to clarify the facts to everyone."
Here comes the gossip.
People are like that!
Fighting, winning or losing, doesn't matter.
Everyone pricked up their ears and looked at Zhou Jifeng in the sky.
He was a former Tianjianmen disciple, and what he said was credible enough.
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