C581 A Hot-blooded Man

Monk Kuiguang's weapon was a purple gold alms bowl that looked like a purple cloud. It hovered in the air, looking splendid and peaceful. However, everyone knew that as long as they were enveloped by this "auspicious cloud," there would be no good outcome.

Ye Yingjiu, on the other hand, should be minding his own identity. He didn't join the battle directly, but stood at the side with his eyes wide open as if he was helping his own people.

The three of them rolled and rolled on the battlefield. In the blink of an eye, more than twenty moves had been exchanged. Although Zhang Jingxuan was holding on with all his strength, he was injured first. Secondly, Ye Wangyun and Monk Kuiguang were both very difficult opponents to deal with. It was already a miracle that they were able to hold on. It was hard to expect any other outcome.

At this moment, those hot-blooded men who were watching could no longer bear it any longer.

Nangong Shicai shouted, "I, Nangong Shicai, am leaving the Nangong family! If he did not repay the debt of saving his life, he was definitely not a human! Today, I can only die together with my benefactor. It is fate that we will meet again in my next life. "

As soon as he finished speaking, he brandished the Imprisonment Sword in his hand and jumped out.

Under his lead, Zheng Mengsen, Zheng Buji, the White Dragon Mutant Brother, and more than a dozen other people followed him. Many people were also shouting something, making the murderous atmosphere on the scene look like a farce.

They were shouting all kinds of things, but the meaning in their words was basically the same.

Just like what Nangong Shicai had just said, what they said was nothing more than saying that it was a personal action, not the meaning of the family. Each and every one of them had drawn a clear line between them and the family.

It was because all of them knew very well that such an action was no different than sending themselves to their deaths. However, if the children of the Jianghu lacked this kind of generous spirit, it would be no different than death.

Of course, it was a small matter if they died, but it would be a big matter if the clan was involved. Because once he came out to help Zhang Jingxuan, he would at least become the enemy of the Ye family of South Sea. It seemed like the Tang Sect and the Fang family had also made a move against Zhang Jingxuan. In an instant, they had become the enemy of the three major families of the Jianghu. Even the powerful Mi family was afraid of them, let alone the other small powers. They were afraid that the tiny mosquito on the table would be flicked by someone's finger. They would end up in a crippled state.

These men who risked their lives and loved each other drew their weapons and rushed over. On the other side, Lee Hongji commanded his subordinates to stop them.

It had been a while since they last saw Lee Hongji. Not only had Lee Hongji's martial arts improved at lightning speed, but he had also improved at the same time. Even his subordinates' deployment had increased by a lot. Among the dozen or so subordinates, they hadn't seen Kong Tong's expert, Huang Mei, blame Bi Feng. However, most of these people were even more brilliant than Bi Feng. Moreover, each and every one of them had a strange face, which was truly amazing.

Although the martial arts under Lee Hongji's command weren't weak, once they came into contact with each other, they were forced to retreat in defeat. This was because on the battlefield, not only were they competing in martial arts, but they were also competing in martial arts. In a situation where there was not much of a difference between the two, the deciding factor of victory and defeat was sometimes courage and strength.

Nangong Shicai, Zheng Mengsen and the others had already thrown caution to the wind. The opponent was very powerful. They had already put life and death beyond their consideration from the beginning, so they were all willing to risk their lives. Not only did they not show any mercy to their enemy, they also seemed to have a great hatred towards them. They wished they could die together with their enemies at all times.

How could those experts who had been recruited accept such a fighting style? They had to save their lives to enjoy wealth and glory. Therefore, it was no wonder that they were forced to retreat after a short while.

However, at this moment, a whistling sound was heard. A man dressed like a general from the Qing Dynasty's camp led his subordinates and rushed forward, blocking the path of Nangong Shicai and the other men.

This time, it was Lee Hongji and the others who had joined hands with their lovers to resist the attacks of the martial arts world in the Central Plains who risked their lives.

Although their morale was not that high, they could not withstand the large number of people. Almost two or three of them were fighting against one person, so they were able to withstand the attacks.

Zhang Jingxuan's friends of the Central Plains had been injured.

That old and young pair of Daoist priests liked to bicker. Two people against an expert that seemed to come from the Western Regions. Neither of them were a match for the other. One of them had his arm chopped off and the other had his leg cut. He was still limping, but it seemed like he couldn't hold on for much longer.

The leading figure, Nangong Shicai, was facing two Hu. Both of them were bearded and unkempt. One. One used an iron hammer and the other used an iron pestle. The two of them were stunned, but they were both extremely strong. Their heavy weapons were brandished like paper. Nangong Shicai had already made a cut on the fellow who used the iron hammer, but he did not expect that this fellow was not afraid of death. The blood seemed to add to his bestial nature as he fiercely swung the hammer. He didn't fear Nangong Shicai's fighting style, which was to take him down with him. It was as if he wanted to die with Nangong Shicai to be happy.

This made Nangong Shicai unhappy. He only attacked because he wanted to save Zhang Jingxuan. What was the point of dying together with such an idiot? Thus, he was careless, and the Imprisonment Sword in his hand was struck by the sledgehammer. Instantly, the sword body twisted and cracked. When it was waved, it brought along a whistling wind. It sounded even more soul-stirring. In fact, it was already difficult for him to handle it.

Under the pincer attack of the two powerful opponents, Nangong Shicai, who had been injured earlier, relied on his agile movement technique to not show any signs of defeat. When he was in a hurry, he wanted to rush over, but he had already encountered many dangerous moves.

What was even worse was the Hebei Hero Pan Feng, who liked to brag and show off. At this time, he didn't hesitate. The "treasured saber" in his hand had already been slashed into pieces, and he was still fighting without backing off. However, the tiny bits of blood on his body didn't seem to come from his opponent. Because his figure was on the verge of collapse, and his opponent's hideous face was even somewhat blurred in front of his eyes.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, an angry shout rang out. The people who were fighting over here all heard a buzzing sound, and their movements involuntarily slowed down.

"Ouch!" A loud sound was heard, and the right arm of the man who used the iron hammer was injured. He was only able to hold on with one breath, and his Qi was dispersed by Zhang Jingxuan's shout. The heavy iron hammer in his hand could no longer be held and fell to the ground. It hit the toe of his right foot. It was so painful that he held his foot and jumped. It looked like he was a large frog. It added some joy to the tragic atmosphere just now.

However, when everyone's eyes turned back to the core of the battle, Nangong Shicai and the others were no longer relaxed.

Zhang Jingxuan, Ye Wangyun, and Monk Kuiguang had been fighting for a while. He, who had escaped to the edge of the forest, had been forced to return to the center of the battlefield.