Light Summit.
The square that occupied tens of thousands of square meters was filled with people.
On the west side were the Ming Cult members. Almost all of them were injured and their breathing was not smooth, but they were determined and had the will to die.
Yang Xiao, the two elders, Wei Yixiao, Monk Peng, Yin Tianzheng, and the Five Elements Banner Emissary stood at the front with solemn expressions.
To the east were the Chinese martial arts world forces led by the six great sects. There was almost no end in sight. There were even a few auras that were like rainbows and the sun, making people feel a little frightened.
Jiang Han slowly walked out of the main hall of Light Summit. His aura rippled slightly, and the disciples guarding the two sides could not help but make way for him.
He walked to the front of the team and found that the two sides had already started fighting!
It was just as he remembered.
The Ming Cult, which was guarding Light Summit, was far weaker than the Chinese martial arts world, which was led by the six major sects.
Yang Xiao and the others had no choice but to suggest a martial arts competition. Even though they knew that the chances were slim, they had no choice but to bite the bullet when they thought about the injured disciples behind them.
The Chinese martial arts world, led by the six great sects, was not a benevolent person either. The only reason they agreed was that they did not want to increase unnecessary casualties!
Although they had forced the Ming Cult members into such a situation, the Ming Cult had also raised their morale. Even now, no one was willing to surrender.
Vaguely, there was still some fear and dread in their hearts!
If they really fought to the death, who knew how many casualties they would have to pay!
Although the six sects had the advantage in numbers and experts, they all had their own thoughts. It was not easy to put aside their grudges and schemes and fight the enemy together.
"Hmph, since that's the case, I, Yuwen Wudi, will fight this battle!”
A middle-aged man walked out from the Chinese martial arts world's side. He was tall and muscular, and his expression was cold. His eyes were filled with arrogance.
"Hahaha, Ming Cult brats, hurry up and surrender. How can you be Yuwen Wudi's match?”
"That's right, that's right. Hurry up and kneel down and beg for mercy. We can still give you a quick death and spare you from physical pain!”
"That's right, that's right. Don't say that I didn't warn you!”
A hunchback walked out from the Five Mountain Sword Sect. He rubbed his long beard and looked at the Ming Cult disciples with a wretched expression. He chuckled and said,""These Ming Cult brats are really more handsome than the last!
According to my old Han's opinion, after we deal with the old guys of Ming Cult, we will sell the pretty girls to Happy Red Courtyard. As for the white and tender boys, we will sell them to Happy Red Courtyard.
Hehe, how about giving it to me?”
When the people on the side heard him say this, they felt a chill in their hearts. They all ran away, as if they wanted to avoid the god of plague.
Not only did the higher-ups of the Ming Cult have ugly expressions and were filled with anger, even the six sects felt that this person was really embarrassing!
You say, if you like a rabbit, then so be it. You can play with it however you want in private, but what's the matter with saying it in public?
Don't you find it embarrassing at all?
The face of the Emei Sect's Mistress Annihilation alternated between green and red. She pulled out half of Heavenly Sword with a clang and looked at Shorty Han. Her eyebrows twitched."If you don't cover your mouth again, don't blame this poor nun for cutting your mouth!”
Hunchback Han's face froze, and he straightened his neck. Then, as if he was deflated, he obediently retreated.
His martial arts was only at Xiantian first stage, how could he compare to Mistress Miejue, who was at Xiantian seventh stage? Not to mention that old lady had Heavenly Sword in her hand!
If he angered her, he would probably not be able to escape alive!
The leaders of the six big sects would not give the Emei Sect no face for such a small matter.
On the Ming Cult's side, Yang Xiao lifted his leg and wanted to step forward to fight, but he was stopped by a burly bald old man.
His eyebrows were as white as snow, and his slightly turbid eyes flashed with a few rays of light. He had a hooked nose under his eyes, and he strode out with big steps. He cupped his hands slightly and said,"How about I, Yin Tianzheng, fight in this battle?”
After he finished speaking, he did not waste any more words. His figure flashed out, and a Strangle was struck out horizontally!
Yuwen Wudi laughed and said," White-browed Eagle King, if you were twenty years younger, I would have turned around and left the moment I saw you. But now, you're fighting with an old body. I'm afraid it won't end well for you!"”
Yuwen Wudi thought to himself that although he had not mastered the Ice Xuan Force that was passed down in his family like his cousin Yuwen Huaji, he still possessed an Earth Grade cultivation technique. He had been soaked in all kinds of medicinal baths since he was young, and he had even chewed on a lot of rare spirit herbs like a big radish.
Although the white-browed eagle king was at the peak of Xiantian ninth stage, he was still old.
Yin Tianzheng was twenty years older than him. It was true that his inner energy cultivation was twenty years deeper. However, he was in his prime and his blood was surging. On the other hand, his opponent was old and his blood was weak. If he fought for a long time, his chances of winning were not small at all.
It was not a lie that the fist was afraid of the young.
"We, the children of the pugilistic world, have long forgotten about life and death. If we are defeated in a battle, it will be considered a worthy death!”
Yin Tianzheng's eyes were like lightning.
Although he said that, he was fighting with no regard for his life, showing his invincible attitude.
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