Zhang Wuji, who was in the Qiankun Bag, suddenly stood up.
He knew that his foster father, Golden Fur Lion King Xie Xun, was in this state because of Cheng Kun.
Now that his foster father's enemy was right in front of him, how could he sit idly by?
Zhang Wuji, who was furious, circulated the Nine Yang Divine Skill. His Qiankun Bag instantly expanded and crashed into Cheng Kun.
Cheng Kun's expression changed drastically. He did not notice that there was another person in the Qiankun Bag.
However, Zhu Houwen didn't care. Young Hero Zhang wanted to avenge his foster father. Killing Cheng Kun would save him the trouble.
The Qiankun Bag slammed into Cheng Kun aggressively. At this time, Cheng Kun had already adjusted his inner breath. He suddenly stood up and attacked Zhang Wuji with Phantom Yin Finger!
The two sides collided. Facing Zhang Wuji, who was going all out, Cheng Kun found it difficult to resist. The two sides were in a stalemate for a while, and it was a competition of internal energy.
Even though Zhang Wuji had not cultivated for as long as Cheng Kun, the Nine Yang Divine Technique was still a top-notch martial art. In addition, he was extremely talented.
Therefore, his internal strength was much stronger than Cheng Kun's!
Moreover, the current Cheng Kun wasn't in his peak condition.
After being chased by Zhu Houwen for two hours, his internal strength was almost depleted.
Just now, he had ambushed the Ming Cult members and was injured by them.
At this moment, his condition was not good, so he naturally could not defeat Zhang Wuji.
Bang!
The Qiankun Bag exploded and turned into pieces on the ground.
Cheng Kun's body flew out and smashed heavily into the wall.
At this moment, Cheng Kun spat out a mouthful of blood, and his expression was extremely ugly.
Zhang Wuji didn't give him a chance to catch his breath. He rushed up and gave him another palm strike.
Under such a situation, Zhang Wuji had completely unleashed his potential.
With a single palm strike, Cheng Kun's head was deformed, and the ground caved in.
The Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand, Cheng Kun, who had become famous decades ago, died on the spot!
Looking at Cheng Kun who died in front of him, Zhang Wuji took a long time to calm down.
"Little brother, this person is the imperial court's lackey. Kill him!"”
Through the previous scene, the cloth bag monk could tell that Zhang Wuji's martial arts were not weak.
Now that they were all injured and unable to move, they could only count on Zhang Wuji.
However, Zhang Wuji had no enmity with Zhu Houwen, so he naturally would not attack Zhu Houwen.
The kind-hearted Zhang Wuji cupped his fists at Zhu Houwen and said,""Senior, are you going to take advantage of them and attack them?”
"What's wrong? If I want to make a move, are you planning to stop me?”Zhu Houwen sneered.
"If Senior wants to make a move now, Junior can only offend you.”Zhang Wuji said with determination.
In his opinion, the Ming Cult had some relationship with him, and Yang Xiao had saved his life. It was his duty to stop Zhu Houwen now.
Looking at Zhang Wuji in front of him, he indeed had no enmity with Zhu Houwen. Zhu Houwen could not be bothered with him.
Of course, the prerequisite was that he would not interfere in his own matters.
Since Zhang Wuji intended to interfere, Zhu Houwen naturally wouldn't let him be.
Zhu Houwen said,"I came here to persuade you to work for the Mengyuan Imperial Court." If you are willing, this king will naturally not make a move. But if you are unwilling, then this king can only convince you with reason.”
"Humph! "Even if my Ming Cult members die, they will never be the lackeys of the Imperial Court!”
"You want us to serve the Imperial Court? Dream on!”
"You lackey of the Imperial Court, do it! We Ming Cult members swear to the death not to surrender!”
"Little brother, I don't think you're from the Mengyuan Imperial Court, right?" Yang Xiao asked. Since that was the case, why would he help the Mengyuan Imperial Court?”
"I'm from the Yuan Dynasty, but I have a deal with them. Helping the Mengyuan Imperial Court subdue you is my condition. However, since all of you don't know what's good for you, then don't blame this king for having to convince you with reason.”
Zhu Houwen then looked at Zhang Wuji and hooked his finger."Young Master Zhang is the first to be unconvinced.”
When Zhang Wuji heard this, he frowned slightly and thought," He knows my identity?
"Senior, please enlighten me." Zhang Wuji cupped his fists at Zhu Houwen.
He could tell that the reason Zhu Houwen was talking about was definitely not reasoning, but using his fists to subdue him.
At this moment, Zhu Houwen's eyes suddenly turned extremely cold. A bone-chilling killing intent made people tremble in fear.
"Myriad Swords Return!"
Zhu Houwen did not hold back at all. He attacked with a killing move.
Zhang Wuji was not that easy to subdue. Since he was not easy to subdue, he would just kill him.
Zhu Houwen had given him a chance, but he was useless!
Streaks of sword energy shot out of his body at an extremely fast speed, carrying the aura of death as they headed straight for Zhang Wuji.
Zhang Wuji's pupils constricted as he was terrified. He wanted to dodge, but there were too many sword forces, too fast, and too large a range. He could not dodge at all!
Helpless, Zhang Wuji could only activate the Nine Yang Divine Technique and mobilize all his internal energy to resist Zhu Houwen's Myriad Returning Swords!
However, how could ordinary people block Zhu Houwen's Ten Thousand Returning Swords?
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