The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 838: Respective Ways

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The elders, disciples, and worshippers who watched all of this below, at this moment, were already completely stunned, took a breath, and stayed where they were, unable to believe it was true.

The only dozen or so soul-melting masters in the sect have a single move, and none of them survives.

Looking at the scene where the blood was falling and the corpses fell, everyone present was completely stunned for an instant. There is no sound from everything around, only the endless silence!

Ignoring the horror of the people, Zhuo Fan retracted his sword into his body and slowly turned his head, but once again looked at Ren Xiaoyun who had been beaten with a dozen punches as a sandbag in the air, and the corners of his mouth were drawn across an evil arc.

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

Why, come back, why are you staring at me? I'm really dying, and if I get two more hits, I really want to hang up. And those elders who worship, don’t look at them, come up and help!

However, those old guys still stood there stupidly, none of them came forward. I don't know if I really haven't reacted from the shock just now, or pretending to be silly, and don't want to find bad luck and mess with this evil star.

With a panoramic view of everything, Ren Xiaoyun almost cursed his mother.

Usually one by one, one by one, one by one will not fall, but now the chain is off when you are asked to save your life at a critical time. These old guys are too unjust.

But he is anxious, and the old guys have troubles. Even the dozen or so soul-melting masters of the Zongmen were killed by that kid with a single move, aren't they cannon fodder when they go up to the Void Realm?

Sect Master, you have to be considerate of my waiting and keep your strength for the sect!

There was bitterness in his heart, and 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 again, and rushed towards him: "Hahaha...Sect Master Ren, the three sects of the Tianxing Zongtang, that's just the case. The elders enshrine the capital. They are courageous rats, at a critical juncture, no one is willing to come forward. You, the suzerain, really failed!"

The face twitched slightly, Ren Xiaoyun felt depressed, but he closed his eyes helplessly.

"Sovereign!"

At this moment, the old guys seemed to have just reacted. They yelled out anxiously, their eyes were splitting, and their faces were full of anger, but none of them came forward to help.

Oh, that's all, you old folks have already understood the thoughts of you old people. Lao Tzu is about to die, what are you doing in this sensational drama, and give Lao Tzu the last comfort?

Huh, hypocrisy!

I raised my eyes and glanced at those people, Ren Xiaoyun couldn't help humming softly, curling his lips in disdain, but there was a sorrow in his heart!

He can't tell now whether these old guys are here to really comfort him, or whether the usual hypocritical masks have been worn for too long and can't be taken off.

In short, what he can be sure of is that these old guys who are usually flattering by his side are **** unreliable at critical moments! If he had known this, he should have let these old people take the lead. What did he ran out so early to do with Zhuo Fan's monster?

Ren Xiaoyun was full of regrets in his heart.

Unfortunately, it was too late. With a sigh, Zhuo Fan's body appeared next to him instantly, and with a majestic punch, he slammed his head severely.

This time, unlike the previous series of thumping and teasing, it is really a killer move aimed at the most important thing. Zhuo Fan didn't want to play this game of abuse anymore.

Unconsciously, Ren Xiaoyun closed his eyes deeply and sighed helplessly.

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

Shoo!

However, just when Zhuo Fan's surging punch hadn't hit his head, he heard a sound of breaking through the air, and a sharp buzzer suddenly spread into everyone's ears.

The next moment, Zhuo Fan's fist slammed suddenly, but he stepped backwards suddenly, and he raised his head and flew out quickly. At the same time, a sharp sword light swept across his nose, and the sharp golden air that seemed to pierce everything made him feel some needle-like pain on his face.

Boom!

The sword light slashed across his cheeks and fell straight into the mountains and forests behind him. After a sudden blast, the flames soared to the sky and the smoke diffused. The area of ​​tens of kilometers was instantly razed. For the flat ground!

The power of his sword is actually more than twice as powerful as his surging punch just now!

I can imagine what terrible results would be if the sword stabbed him just now!

With a squeak, Zhuo Fan forcibly stopped the back flying body and stood up, but there was already a fine cold sweat on his forehead. Looking up, I saw a long figure standing in the void not far away, in white clothes and white shirts, with a very young face. His hand was slowly supporting the seriously injured Ren Xiaoyun, but he looked at himself with a calm expression.

"Great Worship!"

The audience below saw them, and they couldn't help being shocked, and then they bowed and worshiped as if they had seen a savior. Ren Xiaoyun also drew a happy arc at the corner of his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice: "Great worship, you are out of the customs......"

"If I don't leave the customs, you should be beaten to death!"

I couldn't help but chuckled helplessly. With a wave of the big offering, he threw Ren Xiaoyun's body down. Those elders who had been contending with the elders hurried forward to catch it, and once again cared for Ren Xiaoyun all the way diligently. , Asked long questions and short questions, but now Ren Xiaoyun had no good expressions on them.

Just now there was a good time to give charcoal in the snow. You don't cherish it. Now you want to add some flowers to the cake? Humph, it's late!

Ren Xiaoyun looked gloomy, and said nothing to the care and condolences around him.

When I saw the great worship, I couldn’t help but laugh, and then turned to Zhuo Fan, with a doubtful look in his eyes: "I don’t know how your Excellency and my Heavenly Xingzong have had a relationship with each other. What's happening?"

"One sword travels to the sky, travels the sky sword, Xiao Yunshan?"

With his eyes narrowed, Zhuo Fan didn't answer his question, but he sneered and said quietly: "You finally appeared. I am the disciple of Yuan Xinggang, Zhuo Fan, who worshipped Yuan Xinggang from Mo Ce Sect!"

The body shook violently. Xiao Yunshan took a deep look at him before he nodded slightly and said clearly: "So, you are the disciple he mentioned. Your master is dying. The former admired you so much, and his face was full of pride. I have never seen him show such a complacent face. I couldn’t help but, even I wanted to see you in person, but later I heard that you were justified by the heaven and the earth. Zong’s people are staring, there is no chance... I didn’t expect..."

"Unexpectedly, I was still alive and found your door?"

An evil came across the corner of his mouth, and Zhuo Fan’s eyes flashed a naked cold light, coldly said: "Xiao Yunshan, I have already inquired, my master was killed by your own hands. So my primary goal today is. , It's you!"

His complexion was not wavering, Xiao Yunshan looked at him quietly in the volley, then turned his head and glanced at Ren Xiaoyun who was seriously injured below, and nodded lightly: "That's it, you keep his life until now. , Is to lead me out!"

"Yeah, but you came out too late, otherwise the more than a dozen Ronghun worshipers of the noble sect don't have to die so early!"

"Hehehe...I'm sorry, the old man has been in retreat and couldn't hear the movement here in time. He was indeed a lot late!" He chuckled, Xiao Yunshan was still calm as usual, as if he didn't care about his sect at all. The fact that the master was beheaded.

This can’t help making Zhuo Fan’s heart feel strange. Is this Heavenly Xingzong worshipper not dealing with those old men in the sect, or is his state of mind already in a state of insult?

Looking at Zhuo Fan deeply, Xiao Yunshan went on to say: "You are here today, presumably to avenge your teacher, then before that, I have a question to ask, I don't know if I can answer it?"

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

"Hehehe...It's really arrogant, but..." Xiao Yunshan couldn't help but chuckle, but he nodded approvingly after looking at the surrounding situation: "However, there is indeed arrogant capital. No wonder the old guy would. I'm so proud of you as a closed disciple, you are indeed talented, not bad. However, the old man heard that Moce Sect was slaughtered not long ago, did you do this?"

Nodded slightly, Zhuo Fan made no comment: "Yes!"

"Then you know that Magic Strategy Sect is the life effort of the old guy. Even if those people betray the old guy and kill the old guy, they are also the foundation of Magic Strategy Sect. They are dead. , Mo Ce Sect was ruined, and the old guy’s lifelong effort was also ruined. Do you revenge for him in this way, are you honoring the teacher or destroying the Tao?"

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

Zhuo Fan's face was calm and he stared back closely. There was no guilt. After a short while, he burst into laughter and shook his head noncommitantly: "Who said I am avenging my teacher?"

Unconsciously, Xiao Yunshan didn't know what he meant.

"After all, the master is dead, so what about revenge, what if he doesn't take revenge, his old man will not survive!"

A wise spirit flashed in his eyes, and Zhuo Fan said quietly: "People are avenging themselves, and the same is true for me. Moce Sect is indeed the master’s work, but it’s not mine. I only recognize my master. , I don’t recognize Mocezong. I told Master before that he was in Mocezong for a day, and I would take Mocezong as my home, otherwise...hehehe, if my dear is not there, it’s not for home. Master, his old man has his own Tao, I also have my own Tao."

"Master was killed by someone. Perhaps his wish did 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. Not my master, but my own heart and my own way. Xiao Yunshan, do you understand?"

The body shook violently, Xiao Yunshan's eyelids moved slightly, thinking a little, and looking up at the sky. The heart-piercing roar of Yuan Lao before he died, once again sounded in his ears.

Xie Wuyue, you will make the sect irreversible...

It turns out that he meant this!

Taking a deep breath, and staring at Zhuo Fan closely, Xiao Yunshan couldn't help but laugh out loudly: "Hahaha... That's it, old fellow, now I finally know why you are so proud of this disciple Yes. Sure enough, good, good, very good, hahaha..."