Bloodwash your Gale Tiger King Sect!

This faint sentence is full of killing intent that the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings. fell into the ears of everyone, and it sounded like thunder.

"Courage!"

"Arrogance!"

"It's just no one!"

Looking at Yang Mucheng and the army that surrounded the entire Tiger King Mountain, everyone in the Gale Tiger King Sect opened their mouths wide, and quickly came back to their senses, and frantically reprimanded Yang Mucheng.

"Old Demon Yang, do you think that even you can bloodied the Gale Tiger King Sect?"

An old man with a withered face and a body like dry wood sneered.

"Your Dragon Hall, there is only Lu Yao'er up and down, a Yuanying powerhouse. Counting the Demon King in your arms, and you, there are only three Yuan Babies at most! There are more than forty Yuan Infant powerhouses in the Gale Wind Tiger King Sect, not to mention us people!"

"Who are you?"

Yang Mucheng asked lightly.

"Next down is the Sect Master of the Xiaoyao Luo Palace!" the old man folded his hands and said proudly.

Yang Mucheng looked at Wang Renjie suspiciously, the latter shook his head and said, "Seven-line sect!"

Seven-line sect?

This sentence immediately made the thin old man furious. His cloudy eyes suddenly became brighter, staring at Yang Mucheng deadly, and said in a cold voice: "What about the Seven-Line Sect? Destroy your Great Qian Dynasty, I can do it with my hands ...... again."

"Quack!"

Yang Mucheng raised his eyebrows.

In the next moment, the golden retriever rat had already swallowed it in one gulp, and went directly towards the thin old man's bag.

Previously, the Golden Retriever Devouring Mountain Tiger Heavenly Demon King was still at the foot of the mountain, and everyone was dozens of miles away. Although he saw it clearly, he didn't feel it personally, and some people thought that the golden retriever was nothing more than that. But now that it was swallowed, everyone was shocked by the horror of this mouse.

"Not good!"

The thin old man is worthy of being the sect master of the seven-line sect, and he is decisive and simple. Seeing that the golden retriever rat was swallowed, at this moment he didn't even want his body, Yuan Ying flew out of the dantian directly and shot towards the rear. When he came back to his senses, his body had been chewed and swallowed into his stomach by the golden retriever.

At this moment, everyone only felt that their scalps were numb and their spines were cold.

"It's not delicious! This old thing's qi and blood are almost consumed, the skin is rough and the flesh is old, and the teeth are stuffed!" the golden retriever seemed dissatisfied.

"I'll let you eat enough!" Yang Mucheng smiled faintly, then slowly got up and walked down from the imperial sedan chair. "Irrelevant people, get away, today I will only attack the Gale Tiger King Sect, otherwise, you will all have to die here later. ”

"Presumptuous!"

Then.

Another voice came, speaking a middle-aged man, with a hooked nose and triangular eyes, and the whole person was extremely gloomy. He stared at Yang Mucheng and sneered: "Let's get out, you also have this ability?"

"Who are you?" asked Yang Mucheng.

The middle-aged man shouted: "Lao Tzu is the pavilion master of the Gu Feng Serial Pavilion, Zhao Hanxiu! Why, do you want your demon king to swallow us too? I have already prepared this time, don't think that you can still succeed!"

Yang Mucheng didn't speak, his eyes circled, and he found that there were actually many people outside the Gale Tiger King Sect.

Then.

Luo Jinsong stepped forward and looked at Yang Mucheng with a cruel smile on his face.

"Old Demon Yang, to be honest, you have the guts to be able to kill the Gale Tiger King Sect, it is indeed beyond my expectations. But this Tiger King Mountain is the Longtan Tiger's Den, do you think you still have the possibility of leaving alive when you enter here? Do you think you can really wash our Gale Tiger King Sect with blood!"

Luo Jinsong said, waving his big hand, like Yang Mucheng showing the people behind him. "This is the master of the Jiangzhou Taiping Gate, the peak cultivation of Yuanying! This is the sect master of the Thunder Fire Blood Mist Sect, the peak cultivation of Yuanying! This is the pavilion master of the Gufeng Lianhuan Pavilion, the peak cultivation of Yuanying is ......"

After introducing them one by one, Luo Jinsong looked at Yang Mucheng proudly, and said with a disdainful smile: "Including my Gale Tiger King Sect, there are a total of seven seven hundred and forty-nine seven-line sects. Any sect that is singled out is enough to wash your Great Qianhuang Dynasty in blood. How many lives do you have, enough for so many of us to kill?"

Everyone present looked at Yang Mucheng with mocking eyes.

The disciples of the Gale Tiger King Sect were even more like sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai platform, waiting to see the joke. It seems that immediately Yang Mucheng will bow his head and beg for mercy because of fear!

But.

Yang Mucheng stood there quietly, without sadness or joy, but in the depths of his pupils there was a contempt and disdain that was difficult to hide.

Luo Jinsong snorted coldly and continued:

"Perhaps, you still don't know how terrifying the Seventh-Line Sect is! Among our sect, there are a total of 3,000 official inner disciples, and they can reach the level of inner disciples, and they have all reached the level of Xuanhai Grandmaster. There are more than 1,000 martial artists cultivated in Jindan, and there are more than 100 people cultivated in the Yuan infant stage!"

"Forty-nine sects, the Yuanying powerhouse adds up to nearly five thousand people!"

However.

After Luo Jinsong finished saying this, he looked at Yang Mucheng. Unexpectedly, not only the disdain and contempt on Yang Mucheng's face became more and more intense. Even the surrounding Dragon Hall Ancestors, including the masters of Ouchi, all looked at Luo Jinsong with idiot-like eyes.

Who doesn't know that Yang Mucheng is the master and uncle of the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect?

Is it the ancestor of the thirty-six major sects?

Truly.

Perhaps there are not as many Yuanying-level martial artists in the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect as there are these seven-line sects, but there are more masters in the Purple Mansion, Divine Thoughts, Divine Dao, and even the Divine Sea Realm. Any one of the elders would be able to destroy these sects.

"It seems that you sects want to be buried with the Gale Tiger King Sect today!"

Yang Mucheng slowly raised his head.

The killing intent suppressed in his heart finally broke out.

"It's a good thing, just one Gale Tiger King Sect can't calm the anger in my heart. It is up to you forty-nine sects to announce my return!"

What the?

Yang Mucheng's words not only made Luo Jinsong startled, but also made the sect masters, great elders and others of the other sects present startled.

They looked at Yang Mucheng with idiot-like eyes.

"Is this kid crazy?"

"A small Great Qianhuang Dynasty, does it still want to fight against so many of our sects?"

"What are you talking about with him?"

"Slaughter this kid first, and then set foot on his Daqian Dynasty!"

The crowd shouted angrily.

Yang Mucheng was silent, and slowly took out a token from his arms. This token represents his identity as the ancestor of the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect.

"Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect disciples obey orders!"

"In the name of my uncle and ancestor, I announced that Jiangzhou Taiping Gate, Thunder Fire Blood Mist Sect, Gu Feng Lianhuan Pavilion, Mountain Jiaoyin Xuanzong, and Xiaoyao Luo Wang Palace...... Listed as a target for killing! Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect disciples and elders, listen to orders. Within three days, I will destroy all these sects!"

(End of chapter)