I seized the Demon Emperor

Master of the Sword Pavilion, where is he now?

In fact, this issue is not only concerned by the Demon Cult.

Everyone in the world is curious.

Based on Ying Qingqing's statement and the gains from his own intelligence network, the Demon Sect can basically confirm that the master of the pavilion did not recuperate in Jiange, but went out and did not return.

But where he went is currently a mystery.

The people most likely to know the answer are undoubtedly his personal disciples, the Five Heroes of Jiange, Shi Jing, Nie Hua and others.

After hearing what Chen Chuhua said, Nie Hua laughed angrily: "Your Highness is not crazy, you are crazy!"

Chen Chuhua said calmly: "I advise you two gentlemen to consider it seriously."

"Moxian, you have indeed lost your mind and gone crazy. Don't say that we don't know the whereabouts of our master. Even if we knew it, how could we reveal it to you?" Nie Hua said without fear: "Our senior brothers died here. In the future, My master wants to kill you to avenge us, but let’s see if the Demon Emperor can keep you in his pocket and watch!”

Chen Chuhua said calmly: "The dead cannot be resurrected. Even if the Sword Emperor has the ability to kill me, he cannot bring you two back to life, let alone..."

She smiled.

"If you cooperate honestly, you will not only avoid punishment, but you will also have a chance to save Mr. Fourth's life. He has lost an arm. You don't think he will also lose his life, right?"

After previously capturing Jie Xingmang, Zhang Tianheng and other demon sect interrogation experts also tortured him repeatedly.

However, Jie Xingmang was very tight-lipped, and people in the Demon Cult had not gained much.

But things are different now.

Nie Hua and Shi Jing's bones are not necessarily softer than Jie Xingmang's, and their tone of voice is not necessarily softer than Jie Xingmang's.

But now two or three of them fell into the clutches of the devil.

Concern for each other may become a fragile breakthrough.

Nie Hua stared at Chen Chuhua closely and let out a long breath.

"mean!"

Chen Chuhua had a folding fan in his hand. He unfolded it and flapped it gently: "Thank you, Mr. Third. I just said you can do it or not. I try not to do it."

Even though she said this, Shi Jing and Nie Hua, two senior fellow apprentices, never dared to look down on her.

Chen Chuhua and Wang Qiyi are both at the twelfth level of martial arts, the cultivation level.

But the scene before is still vivid in my mind.

One punch.

One knife.

A palm.

After three moves, Wang Qiyi was completely defeated and could only let himself be slaughtered.

Even with the first punch, the outcome was already decided.

That punch was the Nine Dragons Emperor Fist transformed by Senluo Wanxiang Divine Skill.

While seriously injuring Wang Qiyi's body, it also made him mentally unstable.

In a hurry, they fought with the Nine Dragons Emperor Fist.

The result was a Guanghan Sword from the Taiyin Sutra.

A slight difference is a thousand miles away.

The result was a complete failure.

It seems that Chen Chuhua used cunning tactics to plot a sneak attack.

But if it were a head-on confrontation, Wang Qiyi would not be his opponent either.

At best, he could try to escape without being beaten to death on the spot.

Now, it is Shi Jing and Nie Hua's turn to face this enemy.

"My mentor trained us and wants us to betray him. Are you dreaming!" Nie Hua said loudly: "As for the fourth junior brother, with his temper, when he wakes up and knows that we have surrendered because of him, the first thing he will do is to cut off our heads with his own hands, and then He died in a fierce battle and used him to threaten us. You made a mistake!"

Shi Jing, who was always silent on the side, shouted at the same time: "Third Senior Brother, let's go!"

In his left hand, a sword suddenly appeared.

The sword light flashed, first pointing at Xiao Yuntian who was vaguely blocking Nie Hua's path.

Xiao Yuntian transformed into the flowing wind and his figure flashed.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved, the stone mirror sword light moved with it.

Moreover, the sword light came later, and it seemed that Xiao Yuntian's movement trajectory had been predicted early.

Xiao Yuntian was forced to dodge again.

He didn't dodge, it was as if he had bumped into Shi Jing's sword light on his own initiative.

But in this flash, Nie Hua made way.

Nie Hua flew up with his sword and turned into a rainbow soaring into the sky.

At the end of the rainbow, the stone mirror is also wrapped around.

Shi Jing drew his sword one after another.

The sword light was pointed at Zhang Tianheng, King Kong and Elder Mingjing respectively.

Every sword strike seemed to be an opportunity to defeat the enemy before attacking, forcing everyone in the Demon Sect to stop.

Chen Chuhua looked at this scene and felt restless.

"What a wise sword." She praised faintly. At the same time, her white jade-like hand formed a fist and punched out in the air.

In the void, light and shadow condensed and manifested, and a Buddha was instantly born!

The Buddha made a fist seal and struck the rainbow in the air with the light of his sword.

When Elder Ming Jing saw this, his expression was slightly complicated.

Shi Jing took a deep breath.

One of the most difficult opponents for his Wisdom Sword is Qingliang Temple's secret technique, Mahayana Bodhi Boxing.

Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the beginning, so how can it cause dust.

A punch was thrown out, but in Shi Jing's eyes it was empty, as if there was no flaw or weakness to be found.

Although it is transformed by the magical power of Senluo Wanxiang, it has already deeply grasped the essence of it.

Shi Jing believed that Chen Chuhua's Mahayana Bodhi Boxing must have flaws.

However, there was a gap in cultivation between the two sides, and it was difficult for him to catch the flaw in Chen Chuhua's boxing technique in a short period of time.

There is no way to attack the enemy and save him.

In the end, I could only watch helplessly as Buddha punched me in the sky, hitting the rainbow-like sword light.

The sword light suddenly shattered.

The rainbow glow disappeared instantly.

Shi Jing and Nie Hua were both left behind.

Only half a step slower than before, other Demon Cult masters had already surrounded him again.

Chen Chuhua was like strolling in the courtyard, Mahayana Bodhi Fist suppressing the stone mirror.

Then...

The white palm stood up like a knife.

Suddenly, a knife slashed towards Nie Hua.

The knife intent, like water and moonlight, seemed to be faster than lightning.

Nie Hua, who was resisting the siege of Xiao Yuntian and King Kong, was already struggling. How could he avoid being attacked by a martial king of the twelfth realm?

He was immediately severely injured, and blood splattered in the sky.

"No need to continue?"

Chen Chuhua took a step back as if nothing had happened, and stopped attacking.

Nie Hua snorted coldly: "Dream on, you can only get a corpse from me at most..."

As he was speaking, his back suddenly felt numb.

Nie Hua turned his head with difficulty and looked at his junior brother behind him in disbelief.

Shi Jing looked exhausted: "Third Brother, I have caused Fourth Brother to lose an arm. I don't want him to lose his life again, and I don't want you to get hurt. This annihilation is still my responsibility. All the mistakes are my fault."

"…………" Nie Hua glared at his fellow apprentice: "Coward! Stupid!"

Shi Jing's index and middle fingers stood together like swords, tapping the air a few times.

Nie Hua's eyes closed immediately and he was silent.

Shi Jing turned his head and looked at Chen Chuhua: "I know that you will not agree to let Third Brother go for the sake of keeping it secret. I just hope you can spare his and Fourth Brother's lives."

"Mr. Wu, please." Chen Chuhua did not comment.

Shi Jing took a deep breath.

He picked up Nie Hua and stepped onto the Six Dragon Emperor's Chariot.

Before, many people covered up and tried their best to get on the chariot.

In the end, one step away, a world away.

And now, this step has finally been taken.

The state of mind and the result are completely different.

It was the last step of a life-or-death struggle before.

But now it seems to mean the first step of surrender.

Zhang Tianheng, King Kong and others stared at Shi Jing with ill intentions.

Shi Jing looked calm.

Chen Chuhua floated over and stepped on the Six-Dragon Emperor's chariot, then took the lead in entering the hall.

In the hall, Chen Luoyang sat high on the throne, watching everyone come down the steps with a somewhat indifferent attitude.

PS: I have been writing the current chapter since 2 pm, except for eating. It took more than ten hours, writing and revising, revising and writing. This may be the slowest chapter I have written since I started this business. In fact, I am still a little dissatisfied, but I hope to start a more interesting chapter later. I am ashamed to update it so late, and I apologize to everyone.