Feng Yanran fought with the masked man for more than ten rounds, but was shocked to retreat again. Seeing that "Qingwei Zhenren" and others were about to come up with their swords, he shouted: "Retreat, don't come over!"

"Qingwei Zhenren"'s eyes were red and he shouted: "Junior brother, you should take it down first and leave the green mountains there, and you are not afraid of burning firewood! We swear to block this beast to the death. You should leave Wudang immediately and go back to find Chenxue to avenge Wudang!"

Feng Yanran wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and cursed: "What the hell are you talking about? I'm not dead yet. It's your turn to take action? Get out of my way to go quickly so that I won't get in the way!"

Everyone was sweating profusely and dared to openly point at the head of Wudang's nose and curse. Feng Yanran was the first person in Wudang in a thousand years.

Seeing that Feng Yanran fought with the masked man again, and the battle broke out, the wind broke out, Qingyuan and Qingyao said, "Senior Brother, please take the others and retreat quickly. You are here, Wudang is here, let's stay with you, and we will stay with you to accompany your junior brother!"

"Qingwei Zhenren" said angrily: "As the head of the sect, the disaster is coming, and I am afraid of death and running away. What are my faces to see you all the ancestors again? What are my faces to face the disciples of Wudang? You go, I will stay with my junior brother, and I will never let him be attacked by this villain!"

Qingyuan and others refused to leave, and "Qingwei" was furious and used the authority of the leader to force them away.

"Boom--" Several other major halls were shaken down in the battle between Feng Yanran and the masked man. With the aftermath, even the "Qingwei Zhenren" in the "Zixiao Palace" was shocked and their blood was surging, which was enough to show the tragic level of the two fighting.

Feng Yanran spat another mouthful of blood, laughing loudly. It was not the support of the "dragon ball" in the dantian, his true energy had long been exhausted. Erasing the blood from his mouth, he looked at the somewhat embarrassed figure in the smoke and dust, and laughed: "What a thief, you have forced me to this point. It's really good kung fu. Even if I kill you today, you are worthy of pride!"

The masked man sneered: "Boy, you can't do anything to me. If Fu Chenxue takes action, I can still weigh it!"

"Bah, don't fucking the air! If my senior brother takes action, he can kill you with just one finger!"

"Is that so? I'll let you see who will kill whom today!" said the masked man, and another "Tathagata Seal" hit Feng Yanran.

Feng Yanran laughed loudly, and his body flew backwards. The man was in the air, and his right hand waved backwards. "Boom--" A thunder rolled down from the air, and a dazzling lightning slashed at the masked man.

"'Sky Thunder Slash'--" The masked man exclaimed and escaped with the "Thousand Miles of Chasing the Wind". Even so, half of his clothes were burned and in a mess. White and bright lightning hit the ground, and the ground paved with bluestone cracked a ravine dozens of feet long, several meters deep, which was shocking.

Amid the thunder of "rumbling", another lightning flashed towards him. The masked man hugged his hands, and a golden scepter appeared in his hand. The light shone like a lotus. He looked at his patterns and was like a star. He watched his light, as muddy as water overflowing into the pond, as he saw its broken rocks, as if its talents were as bright as ice. The masked man shouted loudly: "The stick is called the 'Emperor of Heaven', and the gods and murder Buddhas. All under the prehistoric world, surrender!" The golden scepter was swung, and a brilliant light splendidly stretched for more than ten feet long, colliding with the white lightning of "Sky Thunder Slash". "Room..." It seemed that dozens of thunder suddenly fell in the "Zixiao Palace", the palace collapsed, the huge stones rolled down, and dozens of halls were almost flattened by one blow. Half the hill collapsed and collapsed, and the power of destroying the world could be felt dozens of miles away.

A dazzling blood arrow was sprayed out from Feng Yanran's mouth. He was originally not very injured, and the "Sky Thunder Slash" consumed extremely internal strength. The true energy in the dantian suddenly seemed to be exhausted and dry. At this moment, he was counterattacked by the opponent's "Sky Emperor Staff", which made the injury even worse. But he was stubborn and forced himself to fall down.

In this battle, the masked man did not take much advantage. His body retreated five or six feet apart, and a thread of blood was leached from the corner of his mouth. If it weren't for the "Emperor's Staff" to block Feng Yanran's attack for him, he would have been slashed in half by the "Sky Thunder Slash". Looking at the stubborn figure dozens of feet away, the masked man was shocked and suspicious. He didn't know how many more "Sky Thunder Slashes" Feng Yanran could make, and there was the Wudang leader "Qingwei Zhenren" staring at him. If he was traumatized, wouldn't he want the old bull to pick up a dead chicken from his nose?

The expression on the masked man's face changed. He did not expect that he came to seek revenge with the "Heaven Emperor Staff" but still did not achieve his goal. The "Heaven Emperor Staff" ranks second among the top ten artifacts in the prehistoric world, and has the power to collapse the sky and split the earth. It is said that the "Heaven Emperor Staff" was transformed by the spine of the third ancestor of the Pangu family. It is extremely powerful, pointing to the sky and split the earth, killing Buddhas and gods, and is invincible. The masked man walked through the Kunlun realm and finally found the "Heaven Emperor Staff" that was lost in Kunlun during the battle of the gods. He hoped to take this to Wudang to avenge the revenge of one arrow back then. Unexpectedly, he bumped into Feng Yanran's "Sky Thunder Slash", which made him hesitate.

At this moment, the masked man heard two weak breaths behind the collapsed platform. His figure suddenly pulled up, stretched out his big hand, and two slender figures were sucked into his hands with the "dragon-catching hand". These two women were Zi Lan and Mo Huier who were stranded in the "Zixiao Palace" and refused to leave.

"Hahaha..." The masked man grabbed Zi Lan and Mo Huier and laughed loudly: "I am just about to practice the art of picking yin and replenishing yang, and I searched for the daughter of Yuanyin with excellent qualifications but could not get it. Unexpectedly, this time, the stunning woman from Wudang was given to me, and the qualifications were so outstanding. Haha, for the sake of these two beautiful girls, I will let you go today and come to waste Wudang again the next day!"

Mo Huier struggled and said, "Big Bad guy, let me go... I'm going to kill you!"

"Qingwei Zhenren" didn't expect that Zi Lan and Mo Huier would stay here. Seeing that they were caught, they immediately had their beards and thrust up, holding a long sword in hand, shouted: "Yin thief, put them down quickly-" Jian Ruyoulong, distracted at the masked man and stabbed him.

"Qingwei Zhenren" has been studying martial arts for more than 70 years, and has mastered the achievements and creation. The treasure of Wudang sect "Seven-Star Sword" is like a dragon and a dragon. The sword light is trembling, and the wind and clouds are turbulent, and the power of collapsing stones through the clouds.

The masked man sneered, and the "Emperor's Staff" waved his backhand and collided with the "Seven Star Sword". "Crack", the "Seven Star Sword" broke inch by inch, and the "Qingwei Zhenren" also flew backwards ten feet away, hitting the ruins, and blood spilled in the sky.
Chapter completed!