Chapter 589

In the northern part of the Daxia Dynasty, Canglang mountain had a clan with thousands of disciples. Every day, an endless stream of martial artists came to worship the mountain.

This is because the sect on the mountain is a well-known and decent sect. The leader of the sect is extremely hospitable and willing to teach ordinary martial arts. Many people who ask for martial arts come to visit.

And because the patriarch has a chivalrous heart, there are few thieves nearby, and people live and work in peace and contentment. The reputation of the clan is very famous in this area.

Recently, however, the whole clan was in a state of panic because the patriarch was against the devil gate.

"Patriarch, you shouldn't kill one eyed man, he's a villain." An old man with gray hair cried to the middle-aged man in front of him.

The middle-aged man was upright, and he snorted coldly: "I care who he is. If I do evil in my area, I deserve more than my death."

"However, the evil childe is the Martial Emperor's expert, we can't fight." The old man sighed.

The middle-aged man was a little worried, or stubborn way: "evil can not be good, evil childe do many evil, will be punished."

If the old man shakes his head, he will get retribution for his evil deeds, and the world will be at peace.

"I think it's better to ask other famous and decent sects for help, or the evil childe will come, and it will be over."

Just then, there was a noise.

"No, the devil gate is coming. They have ten King Wu leading the team."

The middle-aged and the old, faintly heard the cry of their disciples.

A disciple ran over and gasped: "Zong Lord, it's not good. We can't stand the evil gate. "

"That's not true." The middle-aged man took up a big knife and went out.

The warrior who is fighting with the demon gate outside is shocked when he sees the middle-aged man.

"Here comes the Lord. Here comes the Lord."

The middle-aged man's eyes swept and his heart was burning with anger.

In such a period of time, the magic gate had already hit the front of the door, and the disciples were killed and injured.

"Are you the leader of Qingfeng sect, the one who killed Shan Fei?" A big man with a huge scar on his face, holding a big knife, pointed to the middle-aged humanity.

"Yes, it's me!" The middle-aged man straightened out his chest and said, "if you fly alone, you can't do evil on my territory. If you kill him like this, it's cheap for him."

"How dare you The big man's face trembled, and the huge scar looked even more terrible. "Brothers, this man is the one named by the evil childe to kill. Kill him."

"Evil childe, I bah..." The middle-aged man spit, disdain way.

"That's not true." Behind the big man as like as two peas on his face, there were nine big burly men who were similar to his figure. They all had exactly the same big knife.

These ten big men, where to stand, a strong momentum, gushing out from them, covering the whole qingfengzong.

"They have ten kings of Wu, more than those of our clan. What should we do?"

The disciples of qingfengzong were frightened and looked at the ten great men in despair.

There are only four King Wu in Qingfeng sect. Although the leader is powerful, he can not deal with two of them. Even if he can resist the six kings, what should the remaining four kings do?

"Heaven is dead, I'm the qingfengzong." Seeing that the morale of the disciples was not high, the old man who followed the leader of the Qingfeng sect felt cold in his heart.

"Don't worry about qingfengzong. I'll help you." A dark skinned warrior came from afar and arrived at the battlefield in a moment.

"Don't worry about Qingfeng sect. They want to hurt the Lord unless they walk on my corpse." He was also a warrior. He was wearing a white shirt and was majestic.