Chapter 740 Showing Yourself (One More)

There was a muffled "Boom", as if a muffled thunder sounded in the distance.

This palm is fast and ruthless, and its power is astonishing.

"Boom..." As if a bronze bell was ringing, the middle-aged man surnamed Pu's face remained unchanged, he just took a step back.

A middle-aged man emerged from the shadows, like a simple farmer, with a sad face, as if life was very difficult, and there were too many worries and hardships, which made him frown, and looked worried for him.

He is Zhao Jiang, a disciple of Ziyun Mountain.

Zhu Tianhua floated to Zhao Jiang's side and said, "Senior Zhao, be careful with that guy, he's very cunning!"

Zhao Jiang nodded: "Frivolous on the outside, cunning on the inside, I've seen it."

Little Sun Jun showed a dignified look on his face, and snorted, "Are you a disciple of Ziyun Mountain?"

Zhao Jiang nodded: "Yes."

"You Ziyun Mountain is one of the four major sects, and your disciple came to be a guard of the palace, wouldn't you disgrace your Ziyun Mountain?" Xiao Sun shook his head with a smile: "I'm really ashamed of you Ziyun Mountain, the more you mess around, the more you go back !"

"I don't need to worry about that." Zhao Jiang said lightly, "Are you a disciple of the Iron Sleeve Sect?"

"Worthy of Ziyun Mountain, we know Dali very well." Xiao Sun said with a smile.

Zhao Jiangdao: "You are causing trouble for your own sect, do you know that? You annoyed Director Chu, and went directly to Dali to destroy your sect!"

"Haha, what a big tone!" Xiao Sun laughed loudly, but his eyes flickered.

Zhao Jiang turned his head to look at the middle-aged man surnamed Park: "Are you a disciple of Dali Jinzhong Gate?"

"You won't say that I also caused trouble for the Jinzhongmen?" The middle-aged man surnamed Pu said coldly.

Zhao Jiang nodded: "That's right, Mr. Chu can't help Guangming Sect. It's a piece of cake to clean up your two sects. For disciples like you, there are only three or two in the Jinzhong Sect. It's easy to kill!"

"Xiao Sun is right, your tone is indeed serious!" The middle-aged man surnamed Pu said coldly.

Zhao Jiang hummed: "You don't cry when you see the coffin, it's really ridiculous that you dare to come to the palace of the gods to assassinate with such little ability!"

"Then I have to try!" Xiao Sun snorted unconvinced.

After finishing speaking, he waved his long sleeves, and there was a soft whistle of "嗤", like a knife passing by.

Zhao Jiang flicked his fingers.

"Pfft!" In the muffled sound, the strength of the sleeves turned into a breeze, and everyone's clothes fluttered.

Xiao Sun's heart was awe-inspiring, but with a sneer on his face, he pulled out a folding fan from his waist, with white jade as the bone and white silk as the face, with the word Liuyun written on it.

He flicked the fan lightly.

Immediately, there was a soft whistling, and the fan whistled out, like a shrill scream, stronger and sharper than before.

"Liuyun Fan!" Zhao Jiang snorted and swung his sleeves violently.

"Boom!" The two forces intersected, as if a small stone was thrown into the lake.

A gust of wind suddenly appeared, making everyone's clothes rattle.

"What kind of skill is this?" Xiao Sun frowned.

"Iron sleeve!" Zhao Jiang said: "How is it better than your iron sleeve?"

"Sure enough, Ziyun Mountain is worthy!" Xiao Sun said coldly, "But in terms of martial arts, it's still our Iron Sleeve Sect!"

He gritted his teeth and waved the fan, and there were shrill whistles.

Zhao Jiang only responded with iron sleeves, and waved more than a dozen times. Xiao Sun's face was gloomy, he took a deep breath, his handsome face flushed, and then he waved his sleeves violently.

"Woo..." The gust of wind suddenly rose, as if a mountain torrent emerged from his sleeve, poured down, and slammed into Zhao Jiang fiercely.

Zhao Jiang flicked his fingers.

"Bang!" There was a muffled thunderous explosion, and strong winds overflowed, everyone squinted their eyes slightly, only to see a hole in Xiao Sun's sleeve.

"What kind of martial arts are you doing?" Xiao Sun gritted his teeth, eyes breathing fire.

Zhao Jiangdao: "Broken Juezhi."

Xiao Sun turned to look at Senior Park.

Although he has secret techniques, since he can't fight at this time, if he uses secret techniques, and the opponent also uses secret techniques, Ziyunshan's secret techniques will only be stronger than Iron Sleeve Sect, and there is no chance of winning.

Senior Pu said indifferently: "As expected of Ziyun Mountain, it has a profound heritage and countless extraordinary skills, but no matter how many martial arts you have, it is better to be proficient in one. If you have three hundred and sixty martial arts, I will only take one golden bell skill, and I will be able to restrain all of your skills." Unlearned!"

Zhao Jiang nodded: "Admiralty Gate is a one-force drop for ten sessions, but do you really think you can block my Heavenly Thunder Palm?"

"Why not try it?" Senior Park snorted.

Zhao Jiang shook his head and sighed: "Come out!"

Three people suddenly appeared from the shadows, standing in front of Senior Park.

Zhao Jiangdao: "How many lightning palms can you catch?"

Senior Park's face darkened.

He has a unique talent, he has practiced Jinzhong Kung Fu to the peak, reached the perfect state, and can block the astonishingly powerful thunder palm.

But Tianlei Palm is Ziyun Mountain's top skill, he can only block three to four palms.

Ziyun Mountain's Sky Thunder Palm was astonishingly powerful, and the loss of internal power was also astonishing. The opponent could only send two or three palms, and he was firmly in the upper hand, so he was sure that if he couldn't hit Chu Li this time, he would be ashamed.

As long as he can kill these guards in front of him, his status in the Holy Cult of Light will be improved a bit.

The worship of Guangming Sacred Religion is also graded. There are nine ranks in total. I am at the sixth rank, and Xiao Sun is only at the eighth rank. If you can kill the guards of Prince An's Mansion, you can at least be promoted to the first rank.

The Holy Cult of Light has issued a hunting order, and all worshipers can come to Daji to assassinate Chu Li, and if the assassination is successful, they can go directly to the first-rank worshipper.

It's a pity that things are not as expected.

After seeing the three people emerge from the shadows, his heart sank immediately, Illusory Yin Technique, these three guys are also Ziyun Mountain disciples!

Xiao Sun sneered, hehe said: "You Ziyun Mountain is too shameful, you actually sent four disciples to be guards for Prince An's Mansion, it's too shameful!"

"Let's think about how to escape." Zhao Jiang hummed: "Prince An's Mansion is not a place where you can come and leave whenever you want!"

"Okay, let's see what you Ziyun Mountain is capable of!" Xiao Sun snorted coldly.

He risked it all, knowing that if he didn't try his best tonight, he couldn't escape.

His momentum suddenly changed, as if an ancient man with a high crown appeared in front of everyone, with fluttering sleeves and a majestic demeanor.

"Bang!" Zhu Tianhua punched fiercely, trying to interrupt him from performing the secret technique.

"Bang!" Xiao Sun flicked his sleeve lightly, Zhu Tianhua flew straight upside down, hit the wall, slid down, and sat limply beside Huo Yuhao.

Huo Yuhao turned his head to look at him, showing a wry smile.

Zhao Jiang pointed to Xiao Sun and Senior Pu: "Use the secret technique, I will entangle this one, and you three will take him down!"

Their figures flickered and became indistinct, as if a shadow was reflected in front of everyone.

They divided into two groups and rushed towards one person each, unpredictable and swift as lightning.

Zhao Jiang attacked Xiaosun.

"Bang bang bang bang..." Xiao Sun waved his sleeves desperately, trying to escape, but his movements were not as fast as Zhao Jiang's, and he was always forced to come back.

Liu Xing and Xiang Feixue also used secret techniques to attack Xiao Sun.

A moment later, Xiao Sun suddenly let out a long cry, his clothes bulged like a balloon, he forcibly endured a lightning palm, and ran straight away, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye without a trace.

Zhao Jiang didn't go after him, but was hit by a lightning palm forcibly. It was impossible to survive, even if he escaped, he would not live long.

He pounced on the middle-aged man surnamed Park.

You can vaguely see the golden light shining on the skin, the middle-aged man surnamed Pu has a serious face, he doesn't care about the attacks of the four people in Ziyun Mountain, and punches out from time to time, heavy and fast.

Liu Xing was punched too late to dodge, and also accompanied Zhu Tianhua and the others.

Zhu Tianhua sat in the corner, watched Zhao Jiang and the others besiege the middle-aged man surnamed Pu, and then glanced at a small tree in the corner of the yard: "It seems that there is no need to cut down the concentric tree!"