I asked you to play the dungeon, but you are here to raise the BOSS?

"How dare you!"

"If you insult the princess, you will be killed without mercy!"

The dozens of men in black standing next to the sedan shouted angrily, untied the longbows behind them, bent their bows and put arrows on them.

The bows in everyone's hands looked extremely heavy, and they were all strong black iron bows.

The arrows were also sharp arrows that could penetrate armor, and seemed to be poisonous, with the arrowheads emitting a faint blue luster.

"Ah, this..., Taoist Master Zhang, are you sure it's okay?"

Huang Rong was stunned, subconsciously shrank her neck, and finally confirmed.

"It's been a long time since I fought so many people..."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said, "Don't worry, Master Huang, the Taoist master won't talk nonsense in front of the Three Pure Ones, right?"

"I'll also move around and see the military formation of the Yuan army. Rong'er can just focus on dealing with the Mongolian princess."

Lin Xuan smiled and said, "If there are masters among them, I'll trouble Master Zhang."

"No problem."

Zhang Sanfeng swept his eyes over the crowd, and his smile remained unchanged.

"Well, I believe you! Master Lin, you must protect me!"

Huang Rong snorted and jumped forward: "Little bitch, sister is here to deal with you."

Lin Xuan followed closely and slapped out with a palm "Kang Long You Hui".

The palm wind rolled, and several soldiers who tried to intercept in the hall were slapped several meters away, either dead or injured.

In a flash, Huang Rong had rushed out halfway and came to the front of the sedan.

"Shoot! Shoot this bitch into a hedgehog!"

Zhao Min snorted coldly and ordered.

She just heard from Taoist Baisun that Zhang Sanfeng looked seriously injured, so he was fearless and planned to wipe out Wudang.

Originally, Zhao Min was in a good mood, thinking that Huang Rong was just dying and was furious.

She listened to a few words with a smile.

But seeing that Huang Rong really started to fight as soon as she said, and came directly at herself...

Zhao Min couldn't sit still.

After all, if someone really dragged him out of the sedan chair... it would still affect his prestige.

Even if he cut off the other person's head, it would be a loss.

"Yes!"

The bowstring rang violently, cutting the air, and countless dense arrows shot out of the air, like locusts, shooting towards Huang Rong.

"Conventional bows and arrows are no longer useful at this time..."

Lin Xuan rushed out a step, came to the side of Huang Rong, changed his palms, and pushed slowly.

Riding six dragons, controlling the sky!

The Qi was generated by itself, turning into layers of Qi shields, blocking the two of them, pushing forward like a tide.

The arrows hit the Qi shield, making a dull sound of impact. Continuously falling.

Although Lin Xuan had not practiced defensive skills such as "Golden Bell Cover" and "Acala Body"...

But the so-called rain of guns and arrows in the military formation was difficult to pose a threat to him.

"Stop him!"

The eight divine arrows in front of the sedan were shocked, and they dropped their bows and arrows and drew their long swords.

"Go."

Lin Xuan pushed Huang Rong from behind and swept his right hand forward.

Under the palm wind, the eight long swords were all broken, and they spit blood and flew back.

"Kill!"

More than 20 guards beside the sedan had already dropped their long bows and thrust their spears.

It seemed to be a rather exquisite spear formation.

"Spearmen have always been lucky E..."

Lin Xuan's figure flashed and he crashed directly into the spear forest.

Several spears stabbed Lin Xuan and broke instantly.

Lin Xuan was too lazy to care about what kind of killing moves this spear formation had, and he grabbed a spear and swept it hard.

The spear turned into a long stick, and with a rolling gale, it swept towards the guards who could not dodge in time.

One force defeated ten skills, and the dense spear formation was immediately swept out with a big hole.

Blood spurted out, staining the yellow satin sedan chair blood-red.

Seeing that there was nothing in front of her, Huang Rong was slightly happy, and her right hand hooked into a claw, grabbing the top of the sedan chair.

"Take my palm!"

At this moment, a man in black who had fallen to the ground jumped up lightly and slapped Huang Rong's lower abdomen with one palm.

Before the palm force arrived, an extremely cold internal force rushed over, making people feel cold all over.

"Mysterious Palm? Do these two like to pretend to be miscellaneous soldiers so much?"

Lin Xuan's heart trembled, and he looked at the man in black.

But the man in black had a high nose and deep eyes, and his temples were gray. He looked like a Western Hu. He had a grim smile on his mouth and looked fierce.

For a moment, Lin Xuan couldn't tell whether it was Lu Zhangke or Hebiweng at this time.

Without thinking too much, Lin Xuan turned the Dragon Palm from attack to defense, protecting Huang Rong in front of him, and concentrating on waiting.

"Hebiweng? Take my palm too!"

At this moment, an old voice sounded.

Lin Xuan found that Zhang Sanfeng's figure appeared in front of the black-clothed man as if he had teleported, and he also pressed down with a palm.

When the two palms touched, Hebi Weng fell to the ground without a sound, his face was pale, and his whole body was shaking, as if he had the hiccups.

"Get out of the way..., huh? Fuck!"

At the moment when Zhang Sanfeng and Hebi Weng were fighting, another black-clothed man also jumped up, came behind Zhang Sanfeng, and pressed the Mysterious Palm silently.

Then, the black-clothed man suddenly found that it was Zhang Sanfeng who was standing in front of him.

As if he thought of something, the black-clothed man's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly withdrew his palm.

"Good brothers share happiness and difficulties, why are you running!"

Zhang Sanfeng sneered and slapped Lu Zhangke's forehead with his backhand.

Lu Zhangke was in the air and had no way to avoid it, so he had to grit his teeth and use the Mysterious Palm to block Zhang Sanfeng's palm.

Then, Lu Zhangke fell to the ground without a word, spitting blood and shaking.

"You injured Lian Zhou and put Wuji in a dilemma."

Zhang Sanfeng laughed loudly: "Now it's tit-for-tat, and you're also in a dilemma of life and death. Feel free!"

When this Xuanming Divine Palm is used against a person, if the opponent's internal strength is stronger than his own, the palm force will react back to the internal organs, and the person who wields the palm will inevitably suffer a great disaster.

Zhang Sanfeng took a quick look and found that the best outcome for these two people would be to lose all their martial arts skills and become useless, with lingering cold poison in their internal organs.

He thought for a while and thought it would be a good idea to let the two of them spend their old age like this, so he didn't go after the last attack.

"Little turtle, your turtle shell is gone, come out quickly!"

At this moment, the top of the sedan chair was torn off by Huang Rong.

"roll!"

Zhao Min was extremely angry, and with a muffled groan, a sword energy slashed out.

"So fierce?"

Huang Rong felt that the opponent's internal strength was mediocre, but the sword energy was so piercing that it aroused goosebumps all over her body.

Huang Rong knew that it was probably a magic weapon, so she didn't dare to attack it forcefully at the moment. She quickly retracted her little hand and looked at the sedan with concentration.

But he saw a handsome-looking woman wearing men's clothing standing in the sedan.

The woman was holding a long sword, her face was ashen, but her eyes were black and white, bottomless, and filled with killing intent.

"Little princess, your martial arts are not very good, but this sword is quite good..."

Huang Rong pursed her lips and smiled: "Let's discuss it. Can you give me this sword?"

"This is what you Han people call the Yitian Sword."

Zhao Min sneered and said: "If you rely on the sky, whoever wants to compete with you can take it from my hand!"

"Eternal Sword?"

Huang Rong was overjoyed: "Sister, I was going to your house to find this sword, but you hurriedly brought it to your door. How sensible!"

"……court death!"

Zhao Min's face darkened, and he swung the Yitian Sword, slashing towards Huang Rong with a strong sword energy.

Huang Rong was on guard, and used her Destroying Divine Claw to show off her attacks, and they were evenly matched for a while.

"Protect the princess!"

Fang Dongbai was shocked, his long sword broke through the air, and stabbed Huang Rong in the back.

"Why are you joining in the fun when other girls are fighting?"

Zhang Sanfeng grabbed the sword from Dongbai's hand and shook his hand.

The sword light flashed, and thousands of flashing sword circles filled the void.

Fang Dongbai had a look of disbelief in his eyes, and was chopped into pieces in the sword circle, with no bones left.

"So the old Taoist doesn't like to use swords. It's not interesting if he dies instantly."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and shook his sword again.

The long sword collapsed into countless fragments and scattered in all directions.

"What a great swordsman!"

Lin Xuan felt the wind blowing behind him.

It was a strong man who raised his mace and struck him.

Lin Xuan didn't look back, and hit the mace with a backhand swing of the divine dragon's tail.

The steel-toothed wolf fangs shattered and flew everywhere.

The strong man couldn't hold the stick, and the stick hit the strong man's heart directly.

Then it passed through him and stabbed out from the back of his heart.

The strong man screamed and died on the spot.

After his physical fitness continued to improve, this so-called "amazingly powerful" strong man was like a baby in front of Lin Xuan.

"Little friend Lin played well."

Zhang Sanfeng was very interested in the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon. He was very excited and smiled while twitching his beard.

"Old dog Zhang, others are afraid of you, but Buddha is not afraid!"

Amid the sharp shouts, a monk with his temples half an inch deep stepped out and struck Zhang Sanfeng's chest with his right palm like thunder.

"If you're not afraid, then don't be afraid."

Zhang Sanfeng received the opponent's palm without moving. He raised his right palm in the same posture and struck the monk's chest.

Amidst the intense sound of bone cracking, all the bones in the monk's body exploded, and he collapsed to the side like a slime.

"..."

Several masters who mustered up the courage to rush forward stopped at the same time, looking surprised and uncertain.

The monk's internal strength was extremely high, and he was already ranked first among the people present.

But for the so-called "seriously injured" Zhang Sanfeng, it was still a one-shot kill.

The courage that everyone finally mustered up suddenly disappeared.

They took refuge in King Ruyang for the sake of glory and wealth.

But how could prosperity and wealth be as important as a small life?

If they weren't worried about King Ruyang's revenge afterwards, most of them would have been ready to do it directly.

"Where's the old Taoist Baishu?"

Zhang Sanfeng looked around and found the old man in green robe who had just scolded him, and slapped the man to death: "Baishang, after all, you masters and disciples have some status, and you still play with such unworthy things all day long. , Don’t you think it’s embarrassing?”

"Zhang Sanfeng, if others can't see it, I can't see that you are injured. Why are you so strong on the outside?"

Behind the crowd, the cold air that penetrated the bone marrow surged, transforming into a giant white palm of ice, slapping towards Zhang Sanfeng.

"Do you have such good eyesight? You are indeed a master."

Zhang Sanfeng sighed in admiration and stretched out his right hand to block the giant ice palm.

The moment the palms collided, Zhang Sanfeng's right hand turned slightly as if holding a ball.

Following his movements, the giant ice palm suddenly collapsed, condensing into an ice ball the size of a fist.

As his inner energy circulated, Zhang Sanfeng flicked his left hand, and the ice ball began to spin rapidly.

The next moment, as if ignoring the spatial distance, Zhang Sanfeng had already passed through the crowd and came to a white-haired Taoist priest, flicking down the palm of his left hand.

After three moves, the two palms touched each other in the air. Taoist Baishu vomited blood and retreated hastily.

Zhang Sanfeng raised his right hand and threw the ice ball.

Under the extremely confused gaze of Taoist Baishu, the ice ball exploded and turned into an ice sword.

In an instant, the ice sword turned into a blood sword.

"This..., what kind of martial arts is this?"

Taoist Baishu stared blankly at the ice sword stuck on his heart, his expression stiff.

"I don't know, I just came up with a random move."

Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand: "Isn't this just a casual beating? Why are you so serious?"

"You... weren't you seriously injured?"

"He was seriously injured."

Zhang Sanfeng was a little confused: "But if I hit you people, what does it matter whether you get hurt or not?"

"……well!"

Taoist Baishu took a deep look at Zhang Sanfeng, his body swayed, he fell to the ground, and died.

"..."

All the masters in the crowd subconsciously took a few steps back, with stiff smiles on their faces.

Baishu Taoist's martial arts has reached a level beyond their imagination.

But he still died after being "beaten casually" by Zhang Sanfeng.

Everyone felt that there was no need to try anymore...

"Why is it so quiet?"

At this moment, Huang Rong heard a clear scolding, flipped her left hand, and snatched the Yitian Sword from Zhao Min's hand.

Huang Rong bumped forward, stretched out her right hand, and hit the acupuncture point on Zhao Min's waist.

Zhao Min snorted softly and fell down softly.

"Brother Lin, Laodao Zhang, I've got it done."

Huang Rong held the Yitian Sword in her left hand and held Zhao Min's belt in her right hand.

It was like holding a kitten, dangling in the air.

Zhao Min closed her eyes tightly, her cheeks clenched tightly, and her expression was mixed with shame and anger.

The messy black hair hangs down, covering half of her face, making her look a little weak.

"Congratulations, Master."

Lin Xuan smiled, activated the power of his Dragon Subduing Palm to beat to death several Mongolian warriors who were trying to save others, and returned to the center of the Sanqing Hall with Huang Rong side by side.

Zhao Min was still dangling in Huang Rong's hands, gritting his teeth and saying nothing.

"...Done?"

Zhang Sanfeng laughed and didn't bother to worry about Huang Rong's choice of words: "Congratulations to Master Huang for regaining the Yitian Sword."