The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 602: Demon Shadow Chaser
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Touch!
With a loud noise, in the inner gate hall, a young figure flew upside down like a kite with a broken string and fell to the ground, with a reddish color hung on the corner of his mouth, and his complexion instantly wilted.
The surrounding Xie Wuyue and others were expressionless, watching all this coldly, silently. The rest of the disciples who were preparing to play were all trembling, and their legs were already shaking.
"Is this the elite disciple of Mocezong, huh, it is simply vulnerable!" In the guest seat, an old man with black hair cast a sideways glance at everyone present and smiled coldly.
A great young man next to him also showed a cold smile, noncommittal, and raised his voice: "The third brother, is the master you mentioned really belong to the Magic Sect?"
"Absolutely can't be wrong, second brother, I heard those four little things and called him butler Zhuo!" At the center of the field, an evil young man gave everyone a depressed look, but it was Han Sanshao. Undoubtedly, he couldn't help shouting: "Where is that kid, let him come out to fight with my second brother, don't hide and be silent, just like a turtle!"
Shi Jifu touched his nose unconsciously, looked at the black-haired old man, and said lightly: "Elder Mo, even if your Demon Soul Sect is ranked among the three, you can't be so defiant. The old man said it a long time ago. We are a sect here, not a family, where does the steward come from? There are a lot of elder worship, why don't you choose one to compete?"
"hum hum ...... No, we are here to learn about the purpose only among his disciples, to promote the two exchanges, the elders of a fight, like what? If uninformed, we thought of it two war !"
The body shook slightly, and all the elders enshrined in gloomy expressions, and even Xie Wuyue looked at him with sullen expression.
Nima, this old man dared to threaten them with a war. Even if the Demon Soul Sect is the Third Sect, they are the Lower Third Sect, but as one of the Three Sects of Tianyu Protecting the Country, it’s not that they are not covered by the Third Sect. Frighten them, **** it!
His eyes were gloomy and terrifying, Xie Wuyue pointed to those cringing disciples, and she felt furious: "What are you guys doing there? Why don't you give me a fuck! As an elite disciple, Lian Don’t you have this courage? If you lose, you will die for me!"
The body couldn't help but tremble, and the disciples were shuddering in horror, almost crying.
Nima, what's wrong with the elite gate? Now the elite elite gate has been dug out by the handyman's room. What kind of combat power do they have, compared with the strongest three in the Demon Soul Sect?
It's just this Han San, they are no longer opponents, not to mention that there is a Han Er who is eyeing there, even if it is a wheel fight, they can't beat it!
The third master Han also looked at them with a wicked smile, and sneered: "Hey, this is the top disciple of the elite sect of Moce Sect. It is so unhelpful. No wonder the Ssangyong Club was ranked last time. It seems that only I, Han Sanshao, can completely pick it, hahaha..."
She couldn't help but slapped her cheek fiercely, Xie Wuyue was so angry that she almost made smoke. The last time the Shuanglong Meeting was the biggest pain in his heart, this time he asked a junior to expose his scars in front of him and on his turf, but he couldn't hold back his face anymore. An angry look in his eyes, as if to breathe fire.
Elder Namo and Han Er have rarely seen each other, they looked at each other, both sneered, and their faces were full of contempt.
"Hmph, I want to single out the elite door, who do you think you are, do you have that ability?" Suddenly, a loud drink rang out, three figures dressed in coarse linen, carrying a big broom in their hands, slowly Came in front of everyone.
Qi Changlong walked in front, followed by Bai Lian and Lu Xie.
They are all masters who have gone through many trials in the elite door before entering the elite handyman room, but they become handymen, wearing ragged clothes, and holding a broom with blown hair in their hands, just like beggars. Help the children!
Seeing this, Han Sanshao and others felt a little puzzled. Who these guys are? It seems that they are at the bottom of the sect, so how can they intervene here!
However, what surprised the three of them was that when the three of Qi Changlong arrived, those elite disciples pounced on it as if they had seen the savior.
"Brother Qi, you are finally here. If you don't come again, we estimate that the whole army should be wiped out!"
"Yes, yes, they are too vicious and never keep their hands!"
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A disciple of the elite sect, you and I are telling the distress and fear in your heart one by one, while Qi Changlong's expression is getting more and more sullen. Han San and the others looked at all this, but they were a little confused.
What's the matter? A group of young masters ask for help from a group of beggars. What the **** is this Mo Cezong doing?
Slanting a glance at the **** Junior Brother who was lying on the ground, Qi Changlong understood that he was a master of Shenzhao six levels, but he was still killed by one move. It shows that the opponent's strength is high and must not be underestimated.
So, he looked in the direction of the Han Sanshao again. Sure enough, he was a master of Shenzhao Eightfold, so he raised his foot forward and shouted: "The Han Sanshao of the Demon Soul Sect. Your brilliant trick!"
Huh!
A powerful momentum blew by, and the third master of Han suddenly narrowed his pupils, and looked at him solemnly: "Shen Zhao Nine Rebuilder? Sign up for your name!"
"Handy house, Qi Changlong!" With a cold snort, Qi Changlong screamed loudly.
Brows frowned slightly, and Young Master Han turned to look at the Second Young Master and Elder Mo behind him. All three of them were inexplicable.
Handyman?
Why is a handyman, a nine-tiered powerhouse, will this Magic Strategy Sect appreciate talents? With such a cultivation base, let him be a handyman?
But when I looked at the two people behind Qi Changlong again, one with nine folds and one with eight folds, the three were even more speechless.
It’s no wonder that this Magic Sect has been at the bottom of the nine sects in recent years, and its talents have been so abandoned!
However, he doesn't care, as long as someone who is not afraid of death comes to die, he will take it all.
Unconsciously laughed, Han Sanshao showed a pair of cold teeth, and said contemptuously: "Shen Zhao Jiuzhong, this is still a bit of a mess. But... if the cultivation base is one level higher than me, the average person is a fart. Use none!"
"Hmph, then just look at me, is it an ordinary person!"
Unconsciously, with a cold snort, Qi Changlong's eyes condensed immediately, and he rushed forward. Young Master Han smiled coldly, and rushed forward without hesitation, hitting out with a palm.
Touch!
There was a loud noise, and the two palms met, Han Sanshao shook his body slightly, and stood there without moving. However, Qi Changlong stepped back again and again, and walked back ten steps before he could stop.
How is it possible?
The pupils couldn't help but shrink, Qi Changlong couldn't believe it was true. Obviously his cultivation base is higher, why is he at an obvious disadvantage when he fights with the opponent?
He didn't understand, Green Scorpion and Bai Lian were also surprised, and doubts arose in their hearts.
Unconsciously sneered, Young Master Han sneered: "Hahaha... you can see it, even if your cultivation base is one heavier than me, but the strength of your Yuanli tendons is not as wide as mine, this is the sect of the sect. Do you know how many miraculous medicines did you take since he was a child, and how many miraculous medicines did you take? This is the sect gap. And as the Ssangyong Club progresses, the resources of the sect are becoming more and more uneven. The greater the difference in strength. The next three cases want to turn to the middle three, there is never such a possibility!"
The eyelids trembled, and all the members of Mo Ce Sect were angry, and the three Qi Changlong showed indomitable expressions.
Seems to see the stubbornness in their hearts, Han Sanshao smiled coldly, hooked his fingers at the three of them, and sneered: "Don't accept it, come again! The three will go together until you are satisfied. Let you see. Look, what is a natural gap!"
"Okay, this is what you said, when the time comes to lose, don't blame us for bullying the less!" Qi Changlong was not hypocritical, knowing that fighting alone is not the opponent's opponent, so he immediately agreed.
With a wicked smile, Young Master Han is noncommittal: "As for the three of you, it's still a bit of fun to go together. It's too boring to fight alone, and it's not even a warm-up!"
"Arrogant!"
With an angry shout, Qi Changlong and the other two looked at each other, both stepping forward and rushing out.
In an instant, the violent wind screamed and the momentum was raging, and the three of them went all out to join forces and pressed against each other as if they were overwhelming. That powerful force immediately excited all the elite disciples present.
The three masters of the former elite sect are united to attack, so strong, even his third master will not be able to withstand it!
However, seeing this scene, the Second Young Master Han and Elder Mo were calm and natural, and they were not worried. Even the third Young Master Han still on the scene still wore an evil smile, as if they didn’t care about it at all. The attack of the three people is in sight.
"Poisonous fog is all over the sky!"
"Meteor falls to the ground!"
"The land is empty!"
The green, white, and yellow rays of light complemented each other, condensed together, and suddenly pressed towards Han San Shao, as if Mount Tai was pressing on the top. Han San is rare, but he is noncommittal. The black light all over his body is shining, and the hand seal is hit, and an evil light flashes in his eyes.
"Quasi-level martial arts, ghost chaser!"
Wow!
Waving both hands forward, Han Sanshao suddenly appeared black phantoms around his body, screaming, and rushing towards the three of them like ghosts. With a bang, the light of the unity of the three was instantly dissipated.
Puff!
Unable to spit out a mouthful of blood, the three of them all flew out. But at this moment, the black shadow continued chasing without stopping, and suddenly caught them on the head like a palm.
Suddenly, in the midst of miserable wailing sounds, the three of them suddenly felt a splitting headache, as if they were about to explode. Han Sanshao grinned, revealing a **** smile.
"No, he is trying to disperse their souls!" His eyes couldn't help but shrink, Bai Zhe couldn't help yelling, and stood up immediately, his face full of anxiety.
When Qi Gongfeng saw it, he also looked worried and clenched his fists tightly.
However, before they could take action, the other elder Mo’s chuckle suddenly sounded, and he laughed again and again: "In the fight between disciples, how can there be any reason for the elders to intervene? Is it the Moce Sect, even this rule? Don’t understand, make the world laugh generously?"
"Sovereign..."
The eyelids trembled slightly, and the two of Bai Zong hurriedly looked in the direction of Xie Wuyue, but saw Xie Wuyue with a gloomy face and didn't say a word. Obviously, the face of the Zongmen is much more important than the lives of these disciples. Even if they really died in battle, they would not be able to sacrifice to the elders!
Seeing this scene, the two of Bai Zong looked at the three of them who were about to collapse, their faces in pain, their fists could not help but clenched, even their nails were in the flesh, and they gritted their teeth. But there is nothing he can do.
The more the Demon Sect, the stricter the rules of the clan. Violating the rules of the clan is a capital crime. In the end, I am afraid that none of their grandchildren can run away. Zhennai is to save and die, not to save is also to die, there is only a dead end...