Chapter Two thousand and six

When Zhuo Bufan saw this pedestrian, he couldn't help frowning. This group of people were all disciples of the Wukui sect. The overcast youth led by him was a star-sea-level high-level cultivation base. The other four or five people were all Xinghai-level middle-level. .

When the surrounding monks saw these people appear, their faces changed slightly. Many people stepped back and kept a distance from them. Of course, they were afraid of these people not because of their strength, but because of the people behind them. Five Kui Zong.

In this ruined city today, the two most powerful factions are the Liumang Sect and the Wukui Sect. The Wukui Sect is domineering and domineering, and if they offend them, they will encounter disasters. Many people are unwilling to offend the Wukui Sect. Zong.

"Hand over the Mingshi, I will let you leave here in peace!" The young man stared at Zhuo Bufan with a smile, with a playful smile on his mouth.

"Why?" Zhuo Bufan narrowed his eyes slightly, and the sword light flashed past his pupils.

This space is always the weak and the strong. If you don’t have enough strength and background, even if you get the treasure, you will eventually become the source of your own death. When the Wukui sects surrounded Zhuo Bufan, the surrounding crowd was delivery. Come one after another, or pity or gloating eyes.

"Why? Just because we are a disciple of Wukui Sect. This is Wu Yu, our senior brother of Wukui Sect. If you don't want to die, hand over the Mingshi obediently." A disciple standing beside Wu Yu stood. Come out, look arrogant.

Zhuo Bufan laughed and said, "Oh, what a big man, I turned out to be a few puppies of Wukuizong barking in front of me."

"You... actually insulted our Wukuizong..." The proud Wukuizong disciple pointed at Zhuo Bufan, and his face suddenly turned red.

Even among the surrounding people, after hearing Zhuo Bufan’s words, there was a sound of inhaling cold air, spreading like a tide. Now the most powerful in this city are Wukuizong and Liumang. Zong, offending the Wukui Zong has no good end.

Among the crowd, those eyes became extremely weird, sympathizing or looking at Zhuo Bufan with idiotic eyes. After all, Zhuo Bufan only has the Xinghai-level high-level cultivation base. If there is no strong force behind this level of cultivation, he will offend the five leaders. There is only one dead end for Zong.

At this time, the eyes of the Wukuizong disciples also became extremely sharp, and Wu Yu's eyes were full of fierce and ferocious colors. He squeezed his fists, the joints squeaked, and then took a step, his eyes like a sharp sword. , Staring at Zhuo Bufan.

"You dare to insult my Wukuizong. Even if you hand over the Mingshi today, I can't let you leave here easily. Otherwise, any cat or dog will dare to step on my Wukuizong's foot, and you will break your arms and leave Mingshi. Shi, kowtow for mercy, maybe my uncle is in a good mood and can spare you a dog's life."

"You five Kui Sects bullied too much... Several people bullied one person." At this moment, the big bearded man who had exchanged Mingshi stood up, frowning and shouting.

"Our Wukui Sect's affairs have nothing to do with you. If you want to be a hero, I don't mind cleaning up another person." Wu Yu turned his head, staring at the brawny man with cold eyes.

And the two friends around the brawny man also quietly pulled his clothes, obviously not wanting him to offend the Five Kui Sects.

Although the brawny man was uncomfortable in his heart, his own strength was not high, and he was afraid that he would be imminent if he offended the Five Chief Sect, he could only snorted coldly, and looked at Zhuo Bufan with a trace of apologetic eyes.

"If you want to bully people, you have to weigh your abilities. If you kneel and kowtow to me now, I might spare you a dog." Zhuo Bufan looked indifferent, staring at Wu Yu, and said coldly.

"It seems that you won't shed tears if you don't see the coffin!" Wu Yu yelled, condensing the seal in his hand, and a palm print containing fierce palm wind burst out.

Zhuo Bufan blasted out with a punch, the fists and palms collided with each other, and a sharp wave of true essence suddenly spread, and the people around immediately retreated, leaving the square open.

Wu Yu is also a Xinghai-level high-level cultivation base, but is obviously an elite disciple of the Wukui Sect. He has some trump cards and arrogance, and he doesn't pay attention to Zhuo Bufan at all.

"Quei corpse!" Wu Yu sneered, and then a trace of purple mist emerged from his body, which was also the power of the dark pattern. At the same time as the purple mist appeared, a strong man with a height of two meters was already standing by Wu Yu's body. By the side, the brawny man was wearing black iron armor, his face was expressionless, his body was lifeless, and he was obviously a dead body.

The purple air that diffused out like a trickle, poured into the dead corpse next to Wu Yu, and the dead corpse turned alive. His eyes burst out with two strange purple beams, and his body exuded a terrifying aura.

"It has long been heard that the five corpses are good at manipulating corpses, and this corpse can even reach the Xinghai-level advanced level!"

"Besides, the corpse is not afraid of pain, and the fighting ability is a bit higher than that of the monks of the same level!"

After seeing this corpse leader appear, the crowd broke out again with low voices.

The two Xinghai-level high-level realm battles are extraordinary, and the victory or defeat seems to be very clear...

"Hey, little beast, since you want to die, then Wu Yu will fulfill you and make you pay for what you say today." Wu Yu sneered.

Immediately, the two figures swept toward Zhuo Bufan like a strong wind, and a strong wind blew up on the square, raising clouds of dust.

"Purple Shadow Sacred Fist!"

Facing the two powerful men of Xinghai-level high-level cultivation, Zhuo Bufan's expression was indifferent, and then a surge of true essence whistled out, and the fist marks formed by two purple lights and shadows slammed on the two figures. There is almost no escape from the charm of world-class martial arts in those fist seals.

Awning! Awning!

In the strong wind, the two figures exploded and shot away in embarrassment, and a long crack was drawn in their bodies against the ground. Then, in the eyes of everyone's astonishment, they discovered that the two figures were actually Wu Yu and the corpse leader. .

puff!

Wu Yu's pupils shrank suddenly, revealing a deep look of fear, as if a layer of white wax was applied to his face, the two were also at the Xinghai-level advanced cultivation level, but the difference in combat power was too big.

"Brother, brother..." Several disciples of Wukui Sect immediately went forward.

And Zhuo Bufan’s hand also caused the square to fall into silence. After a while of silence, a series of low voices swept away like waves. Of course, it was because Zhuo Bufan, the least optimistic, possessed such tyrannical strength. I am afraid it is comparable to the average galaxy-level elementary powerhouse.

Zhuo Bufan looked at Wu Yu coldly, with his palms like claws, grabbing away from the air, and directly took Wu Yu's spatial ring into his pocket, and then a sharp wind blade brushed Wu Yu's face across, and made a deep line on the ground. With deep marks, Wu Yu's pupils shrank sharply, only to feel a cold face, and a trace of Yin Hong blood slowly flowed out.

"Dare to provoke me next time, I will not forgive." Zhuo Bufan said coldly, and then his figure swept away and disappeared into the sight of everyone in the square.

If it weren't for staying in this dilapidated city, and the five Kui Sects were so powerful, Zhuo Bufan would definitely kill the opponent directly. Of course, now that the latter's life was kept, he would naturally take it in the future.