Chen Song had already shouted ten numbers.

He sneered and stepped forward step by step.

There is a master in the Nascent Soul stage who is in charge of the formation, and he is not afraid of anything.

Ma San jumped out, pressed his waist, roared angrily, and rushed to Guan angrily: "Third Master is here, who can take a step forward?"

Unfortunately, he is only 1.6 meters tall, not as powerful as Zhang Fei when he stepped on the bridge, nor as domineering as Zhang Fei.

He had a traitor's head, a mouthful of yellow teeth, a hunched back, and a broken front teeth, which looked very funny.

Chen Song sneered, waved his hand gently, and a strong wind blew.

A tornado directly blew Ma San's clouds and fog, flying out more than ten meters, and hitting the peach tree.

Ma San got up from the ground, limped back, and stood in front of Chen Song again.

This traitorous man, short, thin, ugly and vulgar man stomped his feet again and roared: "Third Master is here, who can take a step forward?"

Chen Song: "Haha... Huang Xiaoyu, you are very arrogant. OK, today, I just want to step on you with a proud and let a mortal man hold you over, right? As you wish, I will play with him."

Pull it out with a slap.

Ma San flew out again.

The person was still in the air and had already spitted blood.

On the ground, Yun Wuxian caught him.

Ma San: "Come on, stupid dog, help me over. Today, I will see the human gods who have entered the Tao and have learned how capable they are."

Yun Wuxian put him down against the peach tree, pulled out the peach wood sword, and slowly stood up.

Didn't say anything.

He blocked Chen Song's way: "You shouldn't have hit him. If you kill Huang Xiaoyu, I won't have a look. But you shouldn't have hit my third master."

Ma San's face changed drastically and he cursed: "Yun Wuxian, you stupid dog!"

Yun Wuxian ignored him, held the peach wood sword and made a very strange sword posture.

There is a sword immortal above the nine heavens, and one sword breaks through three million stars.

In the world, how many people understand the mystery of swordsmanship?

Everyone in the Moon Villa burst into laughter.

Chen Song was happy: "Your sword move is sure that you can't hurt yourself?"

Get out!

Chen Song waved his hand and suddenly, Yun Wuxian flew out and fell in front of Ma San.

Ma San raised his hand and slapped the face, widened his eyes and cursed: "Why didn't you beat you to death! It's better to beat you to death!"

Yun Wuxian laughed and said, "I can't die. I'm dead. What should I do if the third master?"

Chen Song: "Tsk tsk... so sensational. Don't worry, I'll let you two die together."

The fairy sword in his hand flew out and turned into streams of light and shot towards Yun Wuxian and Ma San.

And just as the fairy sword was about to stab two people to death, a small snake flew in an instant.

Suddenly, it became twenty meters long.

It is the size of a bucket.

Bai Jiao opened his bloody mouth and swallowed the sword directly.

Chen Song's face changed and he quickly took two steps back.

Liang Bufan's eyes lit up: "There are two dragons in the world, one dragon palace, I didn't expect that there is really one Cha family. Do you Cha family have such a great blessing? Good! Very good! This white dragon has actually been cultivated to the foundation-building stage, which is really good. Take it away together and take it to my Moon Villa. Hahaha... I took the dragon as a mount. My ancestor is even bigger than the old dragon king in the East China Sea. Hahaha..."

Cha Xiaolou: "Hey, old man, you'd better go. Under this wooden house, there is a particularly powerful zombie buried. It will bite you to death."

The disciples of the Moon Villa looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Liang Bufan narrowed his eyes: "The little girl is cute, a very powerful zombie? Is it the same as these?"

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew.

The whole peach orchard fruit tree swayed.

The three corpse puppets, at some point, were already standing behind Liang Bufan.

The rich corpse gas dissipated, and the dozens of peach trees around it had withered in an instant and lost their vitality.

Liang Bufan: "There are 100,000 mountains in the southern border, and there are old wizards in the mountains. The scepter can control the ghost king with a hundred feet of squats and fill the sea. Outside the witch clan, there is a mountain called Wanmo. Inside the Wanmo Mountain, the cliff is shrouded in mist and there is no bottom. In the middle of the cliff, there is an iron chain well. There is a bottomless pit on the side of the mountain wall. I need guidance from the wizard to learn how to refine corpses. I found three zombies with nine hundred years of Taoism in the bottomless pit and trained them into corpse puppets. Each can fight against the peak Nascent Soul powerhouse. Where are your zombies? Come, let me see how weak a small foundation-building monk and a subdued zombie are!"

Cha Xiaolou, how could he know whose zombie is powerful?

She looked at Huang Xiaoyu.

Seeing this calm back, I felt relieved inexplicably and shouted: "Hey, you three corpse puppets are so trash. You should get out of here. Otherwise, you will really die here later."

Liang Bufan sneered: "Dare you dare to say that my corpse puppet is trash? OK! Today, I will let you see it! The three corpses obey orders, go and bite this yellow-haired girl to death."

Three corpse puppets who had been practicing Taoism for nine hundred years jumped forward in one step.

Suddenly, strong winds broke out, and sand and stones flew.

It makes people unable to open their eyes.

Smack...

The easel fell to the ground.

Huang Xiaoyu held the pencil in his hand, and for a long time, he slowly turned around.

His pupils were radiating purple light.

The murderous aura roared violently, like a big river, sweeping towards all directions.

He looked at Liang Bufan and paused word by word, the voice was as if it was coming from the Nine Nether Demon Realm: "Wait a little longer? Isn't it good to live for one more minute?"

The disciples of Baiyue Villa were so scared that they lost their hearts and almost knelt down and begged for mercy.

Chen Song lowered his head and hid behind his master, not daring to look at Huang Xiaoyu.

Liang Bufan's face also changed, he took a breath of air conditioning, and exclaimed: "You are a demon! You are not a human!"

Huang Xiaoyu didn't answer him, but just asked, "Are all the people in Moon Villa here?"

Liang Bufan took a deep breath, calmed down, and snorted coldly: "It's all here, what can you do?"

A cold, bloodthirsty and cruel smile appeared on the corner of Huang Xiaoyu's mouth, and he slowly uttered two words: "Destroy the family!"

He didn't answer Liang Bufan.

He is giving orders.

Everyone can hear it clearly.

So the people at Moon Villa are a little confused.

Liang Bufan looked calm and said, "Boy, are you talking about something crazy? Just because of these people around you, two mortal garbage, and one junior from the Cha family, they also want to destroy our door..."

However, before he finished speaking, the three nine hundred-year-old corpse puppets suddenly turned around.

There was one, unexpectedly, and he was about to touch Liang Bufan's neck from behind.

The other two rushed into the disciples of the Moon Villa, like tigers entering a flock of sheep.

A scream rang out...

The disciples of Baiyue Villa fled wildly, but how could they escape the sharp teeth of the corpse puppets at the peak of the Yuanying period.

The scene was once chaotic.

Five minutes later, more than 20 disciples in Baiyue Villa, all of them turned into corpses.

Huang Xiaoyu didn't know when he held up the easel and held the pen. After a long time, he couldn't finish the pen again.

Cha Xiaolou saw him so anxious for the first time. But the moment she saw the woman's eyes painted, she understood. What this man lost today was not a masterpiece, but the most important thing in the woman's portrait.

Ma San said that he painted bones, gods, and life.

What Huang Xiaoyu lost was the woman's life.

He threw away his pen, his face was gloomy, and with a wave of his hand, the Fire Dragon was born and burned all the people of the Moon Villa to ashes.

"Come in!"

He turned around and entered the wooden house.

The three corpse puppets were as if they were trembling with fear when they sensed the disaster was approaching.

But he still didn't dare to resist and slowly jumped into the room.

Cha Xiaolou stood in front of the portrait, quietly staying.

Ma San walked away with a calm face, without looking back, and roared at Yun Wuxian: "Get over!"

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