Heavens Unlimited Play

Chapter 92

Dragon Tiger Gate.

A figure carried a plaque and broke into the door.

And on this plaque, there are three gilded characters of "Dragon and Tiger Gate".

This person actually took off the plaque in front of the gate. For a martial arts sect, this is no less than pressing their faces on the ground and rubbing them with the soles of their feet desperately.

Simply a shame.

And who can do such arrogance, except for the mighty Rakshasa sect master?

"Who is the best here?"

The head of the Rakshasa Sect walked into the Dragon and Tiger Gate, domineering and arrogant, his eyes stared blankly, and he didn't pay attention to the Dragon and Tiger Gate at all.

"court death."

In the Dragon and Tiger Gate, two young men rushed up.Even if the two of them meddle in other people's business and have a grudge against Rakshamen, it's impossible for them to just walk away.

Among the two youths, one was wielding a nunchaku with great momentum.

The other leg came out like a whip, and the legs turned into several afterimages.

Their martial arts are regarded as the best among the younger generation, and their strength is not bad.

But as soon as he got close to the Raksha Sect Master, the opponent's hand slapped and waved casually.

The two of them flew upside down, spurted blood, hit the wall with two bangs, fell down like a puddle of mud, and didn't even have the strength to stand up.

"Master of the Rakshasa Sect, Wang Jianglong is here!"

hum!
Wang Jianglong also moved. He held a Guan Gong knife, which turned into a streamer that tore through the air, and slashed across the sky.

The Raksha sect master did not avoid it, snorted coldly, and slapped the knife with his palm as quickly as thunder.

when!
When the swords and palms collided, there was a sound of gold and iron, which echoed in the hall, as if a drum and an electric hammer collided, and the trembling sound lasted for a long time.

Wang Jianglong turned the Guan Gong Saber in the palm of his hand, there was a faint trembling sound that was drawn out of the air, and the knife was swept out again, with wide open and close moves, invincible to those who block it.

But the master of the Raksha sect still slapped him with one palm, easily dispelled his move, and pushed Wang Jianglong back a few steps.

The gap between the two is too great.

"Drink!!"

Wang Jianglong yelled violently, and the entire hall trembled.

At the same time, he took a step, bang!The hard floor immediately shattered, and his figure suddenly rose from the ground.

brush!
Facing the void, Wang Jianglong held Guan Gong's saber high above his head, his whole body was activated with true energy, and he slashed down with the saber.

The bright sword light was like the Milky Way flying down from the sky, forming a huge curtain of swords, cutting through the air, and slamming at the Rakshasa Sect Master, intending to cut him in half.

With the help of the downward slashing force, this knife is fierce and violent. Although it doubles its power, it also exposes the empty door. With the strength and vision of the master of the Rakshasa sect, relying on this flaw alone, Wang Jianglong can't die anymore. .

Wang Jianglong naturally knew this.

He is gambling.

For the Raksha Sect Master, who is almost invincible, he would never retreat or take advantage of the situation to kill him.

"Black-level Buddha!"

Sure enough, the Raksha Sect Master chose to take this move head-on, his body sank slightly, and a black aura immediately permeated his whole body, and his aura rose again, like a mountain like a mountain.

At the same time, the master of the Rakshasa sect moved forward with both hands, and received the sword with an empty hand.

when! !

In an instant, the light of the saber shattered, and the head of the Rakshasa sect put his hands together on the blade of Guan Gong's saber, like two mountains.No matter how hard Wang Jianglong exerted himself, he couldn't pull out the Guan Gong Saber.

Then, the Raksha Sect Master exerted more force with his hands and twisted his wrists. Amidst an ear-piercing sound, the blade of this precious sword was twisted into a ball of twists.

"I won't play with you anymore!"

Amidst the violent roar, the Raksha Sect Master's fists came out together, and the rolling thunder sounded, like wind and thunder moving together, with earth-shattering power.

Bang bang bang! !

The master of the Rakshasa sect's boxing technique is too violent, and very delicate, one strike, followed by an endless series of moves.

After Wang Jianglong barely parried a few moves, he was hit by violent fists and kept retreating, his bones were broken one by one, and blood spurted out of his mouth.

boom!
The Raksha sect master threw another punch, and Wang Jianglong was sent flying several feet away. He struggled for a while, unable to get up.

"It turns out that Longhumen's kung fu is in a mess."

The Raksha Sect Master shook his head, his flat tone full of disappointment.

He was not satisfied with such a simple defeat of his opponent.

At most, this can be regarded as a warm-up.

perhaps.

This is the invincible loneliness.

The head of the Luocha sect dragged Wang Jianglong, who was seriously injured, towards the door.

Among the two youths, the one with the scar on his face had already passed out, and the other one wanted to struggle to get up and help Wang Jianglong, but the injury was too serious, and just as he stood up, he fell down again.

"You don't even have the right to die by my hands."

The Raksha sect master glanced at him and said coldly.

His tone was very flat, as if he was talking about a very normal thing.

The young man clenched his hands tightly and gritted his teeth.At this moment, he felt unprecedented humiliation.

Don't bully young people to be poor!

The master of Luochamen threw Wang Jianglong to the ground, and a plaque of "Dragon and Tiger Gate" was pressed on him.

"you still can."

The Rakshasa sect master walked slowly in front of Wang Jianglong.

Wang Jianglong: "..."

boom! !

When the Rakshamen chief killed Wang Jianglong completely, his eyes moved, and his right hand suddenly clenched into a fist, and he punched the sky.

The incomparable boxing intent pervaded every inch of the hall.That huge sense of existence filled the entire field of vision, as if it had the power to penetrate the sky.

At this moment, Wang Jianglong realized that the other party didn't use their real strength at all when they fought against him earlier.

But what is this guy doing blasting towards the ceiling?
Wang Jianglong's idea had just arisen, when there was a bang, the roof of the entire hall collapsed, smoke and dust flew up, and bricks, rocks and broken wood fell down one after another.

A withered, wrinkled hand penetrated the space, as if from the nine heavens, it pressed down on the Rakshasa sect master.

It turned out that someone attacked the Rakshasa sect master.

who is it?

But with the strength of the Raksha Sect Master, is there really anyone who can beat him?

boom!
The fist of the Raksha Sect Master slammed into that palm.

In an instant, the space shook violently, and the falling bricks, rocks and debris also collapsed into ashes in this shock.

"Very good, junior, to be able to inherit my nickname of "Fire Cloud Cthulhu" is really not a good-looking guy."

The smoke and dust dispersed, and a bald middle-aged man wearing slippers appeared in front of them.

This slipper old man is unkempt, described as wretched, without the appearance of a master.

However, his strength is unparalleled, and even the Raksha sect master is slightly afraid.

"You are the ultimate murderer, the previous Huoyun evil god, ancient sword soul?" The head of the Rakshasa sect frowned slightly.

"Yes, it is this seat."

Xia Wuji picked his nose, and said, "You have inherited my nickname. In a way, I am your father. To use technical terms, it is "father's word and son's effect". Come on, good son, Call Daddy and listen."

Rakshasa Sect Master: "..."

(End of this chapter)