On the other side, Wang Zhaojun was also not idle and shouted: "The disciples of the Luo family, the Eagle Guards obeyed the orders... Kill me!"

"kill!"

Those Luo family disciples seemed to have been injected with chicken blood. Once upon a time, these people were just ordinary cultivators who were nesting in small towns. How could they have thought that one day they would destroy a sect with their own hands?

First, the Qingyun Sect before, and now the Wanpo Sect... The rise of our Luo family is in our generation!

At this time, a strong man from the worship hall jumped to Wang Zhaojun.

The man first glanced at Wang Zhaojun's side face with greed, and then said, "Miss Zhaojun, there is no strong man in this Wanpo Sect. The strongest man we have encountered is just an eighth-level general... Why not wait for a while for Miss Zhaojun? Let's just let the rest of these enemies kill others."

Wang Zhaojun frowned, not hiding the disgust on his face, and said coldly: "I have learned the kindness of Luo Gongfeng... But there is one thing I need to remind you!"

The Luo Gongfeng was slightly stunned: "What are you saying? Please say it?"

This worshiper named Luo is named Luo Qiu, and is the nephew of Zhang Xuan of the worship hall. He is about the same age as Luo Yuntian. Although his strength is not strong, he is also at the level of a fourth-level military general.

And Zhang Xuan is the number one saint in Hezhou.

Wang Zhaojun said, "It's better not to call Luo Gongfeng the name Zhaojun... I'll call me by my name in the future!"

The tone was cold, and the meaning of alienation was already very obvious, which made Luo Qiu's face froze and a hint of hatred appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, suddenly an old figure came quickly outside the gate of the Wandu Sect.

The man's face was somewhat similar to the original Wandu Sect Master, but he looked older and his aura was stronger. Before the person could arrive, the powerful momentum made everyone's heart tremble.

"So brave... dare to kill my Wanpo Sect? Could it be that I am no one in Wanpo Sect?"

"Die for me!"

The old man roared a long time, and as soon as he stepped into the mountain gate, he waved his hand and drove away several Luo family disciples who were blocking the front. When the people fell to the ground, their bodies were already black and gone.

"Who is coming?"

The closest worshiper shouted angrily, and his sword swept straight to the old man.

"Wan Poison Sect...former leader, Bai Shishui!"

"You all will die today!"

The old man shouted angrily, and a black light surged from his hands, and he rushed straight to the sweeping sword.

The next moment, his palm collided with the sword, but a sound of gold and iron clashing. Then the old man broke the sword with force with his wrist, and then pressed his palm on the chest of the worshipper.

Bai Shishui? The eldest brother of Bai Tu, the leader of Wandu, did not say that he had died long ago?

Wang Zhaojun narrowed her eyes. She was very close to the mountain gate. The Baishui came very quickly and the speed of killing people was even faster. After destroying the master of the worship hall, he rushed straight to Wang Zhaojun and Luo Qiu.

Although Wang Zhaojun's strength has improved these days, he is only a first-level general. Even if he has the ability to challenge him higher than the level, he is definitely not a match for Bai Shishui.

You know, the momentum displayed by Bai Shishui at this time was the first-level Martial King... higher than the original Wanpo Sect Master Bai Tu!

Seeing Bai Shishui pounce on him, Wang Zhaojun wanted to retreat and dodge, so he could only lift his staff and a skill that imprisoned Han Frost covers Bai Shishui.

As for Na Luo Qiu, his strength had just reached the fourth level of military general. When facing Bai Shishui, he was so scared that his legs trembled and he was stunned.

"Zhaojun, be careful!"

"Zhaojun!"

In the distance, Cheng Yaojin and others had no time to save each other, so they could only watch Wang Zhaojun dealing with Bai Shishui alone.

The only Bodhidharma who can kill Baishui is even less time to help because of the farther distance.

"Little lady, your martial arts are very strange, but you are still going to die!" Bai Shishui laughed.

After the use of the Frost Determination skill, snowflakes gathered all over the sky, and a layer of ice crystals appeared on the ground. The temperature around it dropped sharply, causing the speed of the white water to rush in.

But the next moment, Bai Shishui shouted angrily, his whole body's momentum surged, and his hands danced violently, and he blasted the snowflakes all over the sky, and he forced out of the ability to imprison the cold frost.

Then, Bai Shishui flipped his palm, dense poisonous needles flew out from his fingertips, and shot towards Wang Zhaojun and Luo Qiu in an overwhelming manner.

That's right, when Bai Shishui attacked Wang Zhaojun, he also joined Luo Qiu. Who said that Luo Qiu was only one step away from Wang Zhaojun?

"The Heart of Frost, the Ice Shield... rise!"

Wang Zhaojun's eyes trembled, and he quickly mobilized the power of ice to condense the ice shield around him to resist the poisonous needle of Baishui.

But who knew that at this moment, Luo Qiu, who was standing beside him, exclaimed, suddenly reached out and grabbed Wang Zhaojun's shoulder, and then pulled Wang Zhaojun's body into front of him with force, trying to use Wang Zhaojun's body to resist the poisonous needle shot at him.

This incident happened too suddenly, and Wang Zhaojun was not at all prepared for Luo Qiu, so he was immediately arrested, and even the ice shield that had been halfway through was forcibly interrupted.

"I'm sorry to survive... Don't worry, if you can survive by chance, I will definitely let my uncle save you!" Luo Qiu said gritting his teeth, his face looked extremely ferocious.

The uncle he mentioned was naturally Zhang Xuan.

"puff!"

"puff!"

The next second, dense poisonous needles fell on Wang Zhaojun's body, and a blood mist splattered. Each poisonous needle penetrated Wang Zhaojun's skin, leaving pinholes on her body that made her scalp numb.

Wang Zhaojun spit out a mouthful of blood, feeling her whole body softened, and her body fell to the ground without being controlled.

"You... my young master will not let you go!" Wang Zhaojun said gritting his teeth.

However, Luo Qiu had no time to speak. While using Wang Zhaojun to block the poison needle, he quickly jumped back and stood in one place with the other masters of the worship hall.

"Zhaojun!"

With a wild roar, Bodhidharma's figure flew over like lightning. At this moment, he finally came to Wang Zhaojun's body and punched out and smashed towards Bai Shishui, which also jumped towards Wang Zhaojun.

"Die me...Mantra, Pudu! Thousands of corpses!"

"Monk? You are a little ninth-level martial king, what qualifications do you have to let me die? You should be the one who dies... Poison Dragon Palm!"

The dense fist shadows in the sky flashed with golden light!

Countless gloomy and terrifying palm prints reveal the purple and purple poisonous mist!

At this time, Bodhidharma was completely angry, his eyes emitted a dazzling white light, as if he was about to penetrate a human soul.

die!

Boom! Boom!

There were roars like muffled thunder, and countless fist shadows and palm shadows collided with each other, fist shadows shattered and palm shadows dissipated!

Then, Bai Shishui's palm penetrated the heavy shadows of the palm and fell on Bodhidharma's chest.
Chapter completed!