Just when everyone was in high spirits, someone suddenly shouted: "Look, everyone, look, west, west!"

With such a shout, the colorful sound suddenly stopped, and everyone turned around and looked to the west.

At one glance, everyone's expressions changed and they all exclaimed.

I saw a sudden fire on the ridge of the west ridge. As everyone's cheers stopped, there were also faint shouts and screams.

Nangong Haotian saw it and said anxiously: "No, let's go quickly."

As he walked to the exit, his figure had already risen into the air. He jumped over the heads of the people surrounding him to the west and flew directly towards the due west electric switch.

Shangguan Xiaowan and Liu Qianwen did not dare to neglect at all, and flew over the crowd and chased directly towards the ridge.

The people standing around were stunned and couldn't figure out what was going on.

Master Yin Chen said anxiously: "Someone is attacking Haotian's camp, let's go quickly."

As they spoke, the four masters of the art were already galloping forward.

The people who came with him all followed behind him in surprise and confusion.

As Master Fa Jue advanced, he looked at Master Yin Chen with a majestic and complaining look.

Master Yinchen was inconvenient to explain. He had already warned Nangong Haotian and others not to leave the camp casually. At this time, he met the head brother

He gave him a majestic look, feeling really miserable that he couldn't express.

The more than two hundred people following behind were even more discussing.

The Iron-faced Beggar said angrily: "This time, if we catch the person who came to set fire, no matter which sect he belongs to, we will harass him."

If they disrupt the order of the conference, they will be kicked out."

The master of Fa Jue kept shaking his head and said: "It's so outrageous, it's so outrageous."

While talking, everyone had already rushed up to the ridge. At first glance, everyone was shocked and shouted: "Please stop, please

stop!"

I saw three large tung oil tents owned by Nangong Haotian and others, with blazing flames and thick smoke rising, and almost all of them were burned down.

However, the killing sounds and violent shouts just now turned into ear-piercing howls and screams.

But he saw Nangong Haotian flying with his palms, and wherever the shadow of his palms passed, his brains shot out, and the bones of his head and the Tianling Cap flew out.

Shangguan Liu's four girls also pulled out their swords. The old man's head was flying with the Longyun knife, Shan's aunt was swinging the iron dove staff quickly, and the four Chunlv maids were even more excited.

He raised his sword and dropped it on his head.

The thirty or so strong men who were fleeing among these swords, palms and clubs were shouting and shooting rockets indiscriminately just a moment ago, but now they were

While running for his life, he screamed and died on the spot, immediately lying in a pool of blood.

Just when the four Masters of Magical Techniques shouted urgently to stop, Nangong Haotian and others also stopped attacking and scolding.

However, in addition to the more than thirty corpses on the ground covered with blood, the long bows and oil-stained arrows scattered all over the ground, there was nothing else.

There are all kinds of weapons and torches that are still burning.

When the four masters of Fa Jue saw it, they chanted the Buddha's name and were in a daze. The crowd of more than 200 people who followed them were also stunned.

The leader of the Beggar Clan, the Iron-faced Beggar, first calmed down and hurriedly walked a few feet away from the scene and said eagerly: "Look at it quickly.

Is there anyone alive among them? We might as well ask them what sect they are and who instigated them to come here?"

But the old head said calmly: "There is no need to ask, asking will only make things difficult for you and Immortal Wu Qing, the gang leader. If you don't make trouble, Ming

I’m afraid the big meeting in heaven won’t be able to be held either.”

The three masters of Fa Jue, Taoist Wuchen, and Immortal Wuqing, who followed the Iron Masked Beggar, shifted their gaze and looked around at the area nearly thirty feet in diameter.

The scene was a mess of blood and flesh, with severed limbs and heads, and more than thirty corpses. Some had their heads bloomed, some had holes in their chests, and some had their waists chopped off.

All of them were miserable.

Master Fa Jue and Taoist Master Wu Chen looked at it, lowered their eyes and pronounced the name of the Buddha.

Just as the Buddha's name was still lingering in the night sky and the flames were flying, among the more than 200 people still standing in the same place, someone suddenly felt angry.
Chapter completed!