Taoist Master Jin Bo was even more angry and said, "Who do you think the younger generation is? Do you think the younger generation is going to harm my sect master? I want him to take charge of the overall situation and find out the traitor hidden in this sect!"

Duan Youfeng shouted: "Master Jin Bo, you are obsessed with the face. Now the enemy is in front of you. Let's talk about the internal affairs of your family first and fight against the foreign enemies."

Buwangqiu sneered: "Everyone, I'm just coming tonight to ask for justice to the head of Jinhui. This move is not aimed at the Jinshan Sect, nor has nothing to do with your Jingu Sect. It means that the justice I want to seek is also for the Jinshan Sect. We are now the same people."

An old man behind him could no longer bear it and shouted, "What are you talking nonsense to them? If you want to fight, you can attack and shoot out your sword. What are you talking about here?"

Xie Hata looked at him and said, "The White Ape is so hot-tempered. If you want to die, then the old Taoist priest can send you all the way and let you go to see Yan Luo as soon as possible."

The old man jumped out in anger, and Qin Tao stopped him and pulled him back: "Don't worry, please calm down. Our trip is to kill Jin Hui to avenge Mr. Liao and Jin Yao Zhenren. Now Jin Hui has fallen into trouble, so let's watch the fire from the other side of the river."

Not forgetting the hatred is also a hot temper. He rushed out and ascended three feet in one step, looking down at everyone in the air: "Jinhui, I am here to get the head on your neck tonight. If you don't want to lose the face of the Kingsoft Sect, then don't hide your head and tail, sneak out and fight me!"

Duan Youfeng threw out a talisman from his sleeve, and his feet rose into the air like a rocket. He sternly said to Buwangqiu: "You want to fight, I'll fight, little ghost cultivator, act against the heavens, and dare to speak loudly in front of my Taoism?"

Buwangqiu looked at Duan Youfeng coldly and said, "I'm here to avenge my father, so I'm here to come and take a look at Jinhui. What kind of material do you have to be qualified to fight me? Could it be that you are Jinhui's son?"

Duan Youfeng smiled coldly and withdrew a long sword with a flashing cold light. He held the hilt of the sword and shook his wrist. The long sword vibrated, causing a thunderous sound.

Xie Hama said in a deep voice: "The Five Thunder Swords of the Taichu of the Jingu Sect, Yimu Zheng Lei, Binghuo Yang Lei, Guishui Yin Lei, Gengjin Tribulation Lei, Wutu Mountain Lei. I don't know how many thunders this sect has refined. If he passes through the five thunders, then he can fight Buwuwangqie tonight."

He never forgets his grudge but is not a lunatic. He beats him without seeing anyone.

He didn't want to make enemies with the Golden Drum Sect for no reason, so he suppressed his anger and said, "It is said that your Golden Drum Sect is a righteous sect. I didn't expect that the rumors in the world were wrong. You don't know whether you have a black or white distinction, and whether you have good or evil..."

Duan Youfeng said: "Our Golden Drum Sect is naturally a famous sect, so we cannot let you bully my senior brother with shameless means!"

"What's more, you come to seek revenge on my senior brother, but you just open your mouth. Is there any evidence?"

Buwangqiu said coldly: "I have given the evidence to your senior brother, please ask if the sword I gave him is Taoist Jin Yao's carry-on sword."

Duan Youfeng said: "I don't have to ask, it's really Da Yao Lieyang, but what kind of evidence is this? Who knows how your father got this sword? If your father killed Taoist Jin Yao and snatched the sword..."

"Looking for death!" Wuwuyingqiu was furious, and the strong wind whimpered, and the whole person instantly appeared on Duan Youfeng's head and slapped it down with a palm.

Duan Youfeng hangs in the air and twists his waist and stabs out a long sword: "Spring thunder is born, all things are born!"

There was a dark copper-colored thunder flashing on the long sword, and there were even a dull roar of thunder.

Wuyingqiu's figure split into two and fell down. As soon as he fell, Duan Youfeng hit his back heart, and as soon as he fell, he waved his palm and slapped the sword.

The palm fencing was fencing, the blade was vibrating, and the lightning was roaring, and there was a slight thunderous explosion surrounding the sword body.

There is a full moon hanging high in the sky, and the moonlight falls on the ground like a layer of white rice.

Duanyou Peak stepped out of the air and drew his sword, and the three-foot green edge opened and closed, and after shining on the moonlight, it seemed like a green dragon surging.

Thunder roared, this is the blue dragon driving thunder out of the west!

The opposite is true for the non-forgetful Qiu. The whole person kept making moves around Duanyou Peak, swaying like a swimming fish, and the figure fell down. It was a person. In one breath, more than a dozen non-forgetful Qiu besieged Duanyou Peak.

Seeing this, Wang Qilin suddenly realized that no wonder this guy had only seven people who dared to kill the Kingsoft Sect. It turned out that he could transform many people, and each of them had real combat power!

After the blue thunder rolled, red thunder balls flew over, Xie Haoma whispered: "Binghuo Yang Lei!"

The thunder roared, and a faint cloud in the sky was attracted.

He laughed loudly without forgetting his hatred, and returned to one another. Dozens of figures gathered together and flew back into the air, slapped out with a palm on his head and feet.

Duanyoufeng's long beards flew under his chin, and he stepped on the dove and raised his sword toward the sky like a torch, but he rushed down without forgetting his hatred. The sharp sword pierced his hand, his head, and his body, pierced him like a string of candied haws.

The two disciples watching the battle cheered.

Masters such as Wang Qilin shook their heads one after another.

Duan Youfeng felt like he was struck by lightning, holding a sword in both hands, but still couldn't stand the figure of Buying Qiu who rushed down, and was forcibly knocked back to the ground!

The body of the body that never forgets the hatred has dissipated, but still stands proudly in the air.

He was still standing several feet high, as if he had not taken action just now, nor was he stabbed by Duan Youfeng's thunder sword.

Seeing Duan Youfeng landing, he did not forget his hatred and smiled contemptuously: "A weasel is worse than a nest, but one of the four sects of the original mansion is only a sixth-rank seat, which is ridiculous."

The White Ape also sneered: "No wonder the Golden Drum Sect is so close to the Golden Drum Sect. I'm afraid it's not that I want to rely on people's power? Oh, no, the Golden Drum Sect is so declining. How strong can the Golden Drum Sect be as famous as it is?"

"You can kill you like killing a chicken." An old voice sounded, and a figure wandered in the night sky, breaking through the darkness and rushing towards the White Ape.

The White Ape laughed out loud and said, "Here..."

"puff!"

A breath, a bright sun!

On the 16th night of the first lunar month, the moon was already in the sky, but at this moment, a sun suddenly appeared.

The golden light shines, the flames roll!

The White Ape was caught off guard, and the hot golden light came to him instantly, and was about to swallow him.

A silent man next to him stood up and opened his mouth wide. Ten thousand golden lights came to him and turned into noodles, which were sucked down by him in one breath.

But he was not feeling well, and staggered back and knelt on the ground.

The White Ape Hurry hurriedly held his friend and said in shock: "Who is the master?"

The golden light disappeared, and an old man appeared on the rock where he came. The night wind blew by, blew his white hair.

It was the old man that Wang Qilin and the other four met this morning when they went up the mountain.

Seeing him appear, Taoist Jinhui suddenly pushed away the disciple of the Golden Drum Sect in front of him and rushed out, shouting: "Xu'er!"

Xu Da scratched his chin and said, "Oh, I'm the same name as my cousin?"

Wang Qilin reacted and asked in a low voice: "Isn't this the son who ran away many years ago?"

Xiang Peihu smiled and said, "How could it be that the head of the sect is almost the same as this person's son."

Taoist Jinhui's hair and beards were all black and rosy, and he looked at his age at most fifty years old. However, the old man had white hair and beards and wrinkles on his face. He said that he was seventy years old and said that he was talking about him in his childhood.

The old man looked at Jin Hui coldly and said, "Don't go too close, I'm here to take your head tonight."

Taoist Master Jin Hui was stunned and asked, "Do you hate me so much? You have only returned twenty years after you leave the mountain. If you come back, you will have to take my life?"

The old man lowered his head and said, "I don't hate you anymore, I'm just ordered to take your life."

Taoist Master Jinhui took a deep breath and sang softly: "Wuliang Tianzun, I understand that it is the disciples in the sect who asked the fellow disciples who left the mountain gate to take the life of the leader."

"I don't forget the right thing to say. I, the head of the sect, did a really failed."

Duan Youfeng was also very excited when he saw the old man and shouted: "Brother Jin Xu, you have been quitting the mountain gate for twenty years. Now that you are back, you actually want to take away your father's head? What does this mean? What's this?"

Wang Qilin was bent by their seniority. Duan Youfeng called Jin Hui as his senior brother, and Jin Hui's son as his brother. What is this? Everyone is in contact with each other?

The old man showed a vast smile and said, "Yes, what's the matter? But all of this was chosen by the head himself. Who can he blame?"

"I defeated my senior brother Jin Shou and won the inheritance of the leader, but he insisted on passing the position of the leader to the senior brother!"

"Now he is going to pass the position of the head to the son of his senior brother. Hehe, he thought he was atonement, but he would not forgive him! He wanted his life!"

Taoist Master Jin Bo was furious when he heard this and shouted, "Don't keep his words without trust, he actually revealed his identity as the person who bought his life!"
Chapter completed!